CUNT CANTOS

BY

ROBERT WALLACE PAOLINELLI

SAN FRANCISCO

APRIL 1991

"...Jung cites the spring ceremonial of the

primitive Watschandis, who dig a hole in the

earth, surround it with bushes in imitatrion

of the lfemale genitals, and dance round it

holding their spears in front to simulate

an erect penis. 'As they dance round, they

thrust ltheir spears into the hole shouting

"Puli nira, pulli niraa, wataka!" (Not a pit,

not a pit, but a c____!)."

-cited by Frieda Ford 'On Psychic Energy,' par 83, as cited by Frieda Fordham in An Introduction lto Jung's Psychology

Copyright 2000

Cunt, n. ME cunte: akin to

MLG kunte femal pudenda, MHG

kotze prostitute: akin to OE

cot den

-Webster's Ninth New

Collegiate Dictionary

Prologue

Cunt!

Consumed by cunt; everywhere I go

I am reminded and drawn to it; cunt: the

gret and wondrous and mysterious black hole

we try to hid, yet covet.

Inter faeces et urinam nascimus--

cunt! Vagina, yoni, snatch, pussy, fig,

gash! Call it what you will--Mount of Venus.

Mounting you I soar, I ride clouds and call up

the wind.

I am no stranger to you: Out of the very

mouth of the Gret Mother came I, all wrinkled,

covered with juices and water. Down the love

canal came I, sliding from the paradise of primordial consciousness into the material world where "man is

born to trouble as the sparks fly upward."

From egg and semen came I; from a million

cells coming into being, dividing, exploding into

being subdividing, generating and regenerating the multiplicity of codes of the spirals of life, spirals

of collected energy, molecular caduceus, the serpents

of life, entwining, combining yin and yang, alpha and omega,

past, present, future, all in one tiny zygote growing behind

the cunt.

Holy channel, sacred tunnel, hallowed cave, guiding and convertingthe accidents of ejaculation into life.

Miracle of creation: Ten Million

million million million million quintillions

of beings came through cunt, by cunt, in

cunt, between the rippling walls of aeons

and aeons of births and resurrection, sliding

out of the immaculate conception via the slimes

of creation, falling down the shaft from uroboric

bliss into the world of two-legged wolves and hyenas

who would destroy the precious lamb of cunt!

Cunt!

It gave me life and I spend this

Life honoring it, receiving its

blessings, supping on it, drinking

from it like a wanderer in a desert.

Cunt!

It sustains the healthy and gives

solace and hope to the disabled.

Cunt!

Between the legs of every woman.

Walking about, I cannot help noticing

the Valley of Isis caught in the pinch

of tight jeans.

Eagerly my eyes drop to the spot.

If it is an older woman I wonder about

that cunt my, my grandmother's cunt.

She had one and it gave her pleasure

and pain and through it passed her children

and eventually I was born, a mystery issuing

forth from the maternal lineage of cunts going

back to the far reaches of unchartered, distant

times to present.

There is no shame in cunt--but the whole world

wants it hidden and I want to shout it to the

universe: CUNT! CUNT! Come to me; I do not

shame you, I do not try to hide you, I do not

deny you