Roman d’Alexandre, Tournai 1338-1344.
Bodleian Library, MS. Bodl. 264, fol. 56r
Catullus 78B: “But now what annoys me is that your nasty spittle has urinated on the pure lips of a pure girl [ … ]”
and these flaws, though mortals fear them
As dangerous to the pillard frame of Heaven,
Or to the Earths dark basis underneath,
Are to the main as inconsiderable
And harmless, if not wholesom, as a sneeze
To mans less universe, and soon are gone;
Yet as being oft times noxious where they light
On man, beast, plant, wastful and turbulent,
Like turbulencies in the affairs of men,
Over whose heads they rore, and seem to point,
They oft fore-signifie and threaten ill:
"There Susa by Choaspes, amber stream,
The drink of none but Kings;"
— Paradise Regained
"There was a solid pressure in Lionel’s loins, like a stuck crank, and his left pillock ached. Once again he tried to move his bowels. With no joy. Come to think of it, he hadn’t had a proper stint since that day with the Governor. And usually he was as regular as time itself."
— Martin Amis: Lionel Asbo
“The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.”
on the walk a fart worked its
probing through like a variable
long balloon seeking
wind to wind it broke free
so generous & satisfying
-Ammons, “The Temperature Rose 15 Degrees Over”
(‘stercora’ or dung in medical practice)
Historia Plantarum, Lombardy ca. 1395-1400.
Roma, Biblioteca Casanatense, Ms. 459, fol. 250r
"‘When I became Putin,’ he later told a magazine, ‘I felt myself become a totemic maggot, about to explode with shit. But I wasn’t the baddie, I was the janitor who needed to eat everything up, Russia, the USSR, so the new life could begin…"