Heine Goes For Gods Poem by Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide

Heine Goes For Gods



'I thought I was laying into one ass precisely
when a dozen got up
and there were a dozen angry asses
braying everyone would know.
I lay down in my 'table',
flicked ass for fable.'

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A scathing critic, Heine spent years confined to his bed, his 'mattress crypt', his 'table'.
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Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide
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