Doreen I live for your questions
truly
I will try to explain
what ever that means
Bennie nailed the metaphor of the bees
I could not do any better
there
think about this
your mouth is full of bees
they are stinging the hell out of your tongue, your cheeks, the roof of your mouth, they are stinging the back side of your lips, your gums, the pain is unbearable, hot white and intense, but you keep right on chewing.
I am a literal kind of guy, a word kook, have you thought about what it means, the words I mean, have you filled your mouth with bees and tried to imagine the pain? The bees crunching between your teeth.
I mean are you reading the words from some abstract heights of intelectual indifference,
read the words literaly, fuck metaphors.
the vagina had nothing to do with anything, I am just a crazy old full, I was thinking about some buddhist thing jimboloco commented on about the heart of compassion dripping honey,
stop thinking about it
stop being analytical
fill your mouth with bees
and chew.
not getting it
is a way of zen
it is called the way of not getting it
that is why women can't do zen.
listen to me doreen
I get einstein
I get wittgenstein
I get quantum mechanics
I get everything but women
I will look for that women's zen center that posted the bit about women not being able to be zen masters or what ever you call it if you want me too.
A metaphor is like an analogy. It has to stand for something. If the bee hive dripping honey is a vagina and the cracked prophet is a percussive poet, then what's the eating bees part?
A poet who can't wait for vagina "eats bees" instead for the love of lust since he has to do what he has to do?
Oh my! Is it what I think it is? I never heard that called "eating bees" before!
chewing on bees is one hell of a metaphor to me
for bearing any burden
enduring any pain
it must be a guy thing.
here is another random quote which has probably nothing to do with anything but it is just about bees
There is a sound adage which runs: Where a man's treasure lies, there lies his heart" Our treasure lies in the beehives of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gathers of he mind. The only thing that lies close to our heart is the desire to bring something home to the hive.
Erma Bombeck
you are asking the wrong peson to explain it
ask a poet
Bennie did an excellent job of doing that
I think I am going to get stoned again
thanks for asking
doreen
I wish I could give you a better answer
the vagina thing got nothing to do with anything
please don't mix that up with clay's poem
that is from my own sexual immaturity