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[Jun. 4th, 2009|02:58 pm] |
( Private to Zeus )
Holy Inanna
fresh faced, fearless
vigor of a young man commanding
wrestles the mountain to its knees
stands the victor at its base
MOUNTAIN! she cries
EBIH!
because you puff yourself up
because you stand so high
dress up so beautiful
make yourself so green and luscious
put on a royal robe
stretch your hand straight to An
do not wipe your nose on the ground
do not flatten your lips in the dust
I HAVE KILLED YOU
I HAVE STRUCK YOUR HEART WITH SORROW
you thick-headed elephant
I will twist your trunk
you oversized bull
I will wrench your neck
grab your thick horns
throw you in the dust
stomp you with my hatred
grind my knees in your neck
till tears wet your face
sorrow grips your heart
turn your back on me!
may the bleak bird of heartbreak
nest in your shadows
((Credit where credit's due: partial translation of Enheduanna's "In-nin-me-hus-a" ["Inanna and Ebih", c. 2250 BC] from Inanna: Lady of Largest Heart by Betty De Shong Meador.)) |
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[Jun. 3rd, 2009|10:12 pm] |
( Private to Death )
What a nice little family reunion. Small and cozy, just the way we like it, isn't that right, sister dear? No room for the Sun Lord, Utu, our great and shining brother; no room for the Moon Lord, Father Nanna, or the Great River-Reed Lady, Mother Ningal; no room for Father Enki or Father Enlil or Father Ninurta. Just the Lady of Heaven and Earth, the Morning and Evening Star, the mighty Lioness of the Land-between-the-Rivers, and the queen of the dark and dreary underworld, together again.
How nice. |
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[May. 21st, 2009|11:11 pm] |
She is so damn annoying. Yeah, that's right. Even more now that she's out of my damn head. "Ana, pick up my dry cleaning." "Ana, scratch my back." "Ana, post on my goddamn blog."
God. Or gods. Whatever. I hate you all.
( Mona/Divorce/whatever )
( Death )
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[May. 15th, 2009|11:33 pm] |
The forever Queen of Heaven and Earth, the Morning and Evening Star, the Great Whore of Babylon, the incomparable Inanna is back in town. My sister's claws are sharp, but she can't hold me for long.
Hello, babies. Who missed me? Who's coming to see me? |
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[May. 12th, 2009|10:55 pm] |
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she is such a fucking bitch
inanna
GO TO HELL GO BACK TO HELL
aaagh god damn it i have an exam tomorrow
( death ) |
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[Apr. 21st, 2009|07:58 pm] |
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Holy fucking Maria. I'm never drinking again.
Inanna's not dead. She can't be dead. Therefore, she can't be a ghost, and therefore, she can't be haunting her own goddamn apartment. Therefore, I did not see her smiling over my shoulder in the mirror while I was brushing my teeth. QED.
Jesus. I've still got goosebumps. |
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[Apr. 12th, 2009|12:49 pm] |
Easter -- one of the two days a year I actually go to church. I don't know why. It's just tradition, I guess. I like the flowers and the music and the women in their big hats and stuff, and... somehow it makes me feel not so alone better.
Then for the rest of the year I think God's a damn bastard. But I do like Easter. |
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[Mar. 31st, 2009|11:03 pm] |
( Private )
So, hi, I guess. The girl who was living here before me left her computer here, can you believe that? I mean, leaving the couch here I could understand, especially since she had to leave in a hurry or something (I'm not quite clear on that, but life is strange around here anyway). But leaving your computer? In this part of town? That's just odd.
Plus her clothes, plus her jewelry. I think she was running away, even though she said she'd be back sometime, but even so, who leaves clothes? They're portable and everything, and you always need clothes. She's got some okay stuff, too, and she's about my size. I guess I'll just... take care of it till she comes back? She also left a box of stuff in the closet marked "Divorce"... so... I guess she got divorced at some point. The stuff inside (yeah, I peeked, okay?) is all really... old-looking, though. Weird.
So if you knew Inanna or were expecting this to be her, it's not. It's me, Ana Mendez. Got that?
Okay. Off to do homework now. |
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[Mar. 26th, 2009|10:48 pm] |
From the great heaven she set her mind on the great below.
From the great heaven the goddess set her mind on the great below.
From the great heaven Inanna set her mind on the great below.
The moon's gone. It's the time.
( Private to Divorce )
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[Mar. 21st, 2009|08:45 pm] |
Sliver moon, silver moon, silver needle moon. It's nearly the dark of the moon, dark death dark dark.
Foolish Hebrews. Foolish children.
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[Mar. 15th, 2009|08:48 pm] |
she sets forth
with a darkened face
the always laughing
always rejoicing maid
the maid Inanna
how she weeps!
she takes up her clothing
the perfect stones
and walks down
to
the
city
((Credit where credit's due: Poem III of The Inanna Poems by Karen Lawrence.))
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[Feb. 27th, 2009|12:33 am] |
Someone has attacked my women tonight. Someone has murdered the holy whores. There is blood on the floors of my temple.
Who has done this thing? |
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[Feb. 23rd, 2009|12:58 pm] |
Babies, Inanna's in a fine mood today. They opened my museum up again. All the world's looking at my songs, my jewels, my statues, and oh, my sweet little ones, I can just drink it all up.
Who's coming to celebrate with me tonight? |
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[Feb. 19th, 2009|09:30 am] |
So what I said about the Greeks yesterday? Scratch that. It's the angels that are the damn crazy ones. You think maybe they were all dropped on their heads when they were babies? That'd explain a lot, right?
Greeks, babies, you're just a little eccentric next to those ones. And I can never understand what they're saying. Cryptic little bastards.
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[Feb. 18th, 2009|10:01 am] |
To the Greeks -- you know I love you, babies, but y'all are damn crazy.
( Private to Ares ) |
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[Feb. 17th, 2009|12:30 am] |
Oh, I love this town. So much lust and so much hate... I'll be busy here for a looong time.
And so many familiar faces. And so many handsome young ones! Don't be strangers, my ducks. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2009|07:14 pm] |
Be it known that you are lofty as the heavens!
Be it known that you are broad as the earth!
Be it known that you destroy the rebel lands!
Be it known that you roar at the foreign lands!
Be it known that you crush heads!
Be it known that you devour corpses like a dog!
Be it known that your gaze is terrible!
Be it known that you lift your terrible gaze!
Be it known that you have flashing eyes!
Be it known that you are unshakable and unyielding!
Be it known that you always stand triumphant!
Enheduanna's song of praise to Inanna, c. 2250 B.C.
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