I, Rita Rosenfeld, do solemnly here swear (dammit) and attest, (gravely and honestly) that the following - all of the following hereinafter, blog entry by blog entry from this day hence - represent my modest contributions to the Canadian literary oeuvre.
I give witness on my own behalf that I am the sole creative force behind these literary constructions of poetry and short fiction. And that the publication sources cited, and the dates attributed, are correct and reliable.
And a one, and a two, and a - here goeth they forward...!
Apocrypha
In the beginning
there was chaos, but then a gregarious atom
encouraged a clubby atmosphere
where they all gathered and there was order.
At first there were hot gasses, but then
cool season prevailed and
minerals and metals crusted the fires.
One lone amoeba suffered incurable hubris;
thought she could do better
and founded a dynasty
on her vision.
In time a she-ape clambered down from the trees,
pointed at the sea, and declared 'there is my creatrix!'
Named her daughter Eve,
and set her the task of naming others. So Eve
chatted up giraffes and elephants,
whales and crickets. She called
a brash Adamai snake-in-the-grass
for offering her figs when she
couldn't give a damnation
for his ignorance. Everything
was fine until he learned to
wield a pen while she
continued to till the earth.
Eve provided crops for their
offspring and Adam pushed
back the night of eternity,
offering superiority and his
own rendering of ineffable truth:
That of himself as
Supreme Creator; half of him
up there, the other down here.
From: ...Bound Books
Samisdat, Volume 21, #3, 82nd release
Copyright, 1979, Rita Rosenfeld
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