This microfunded poem is being posted one verse at a time, as donations come in to cover them. The rate is $.50 per line, so $5 will reveal 10 new lines, and so forth. There is a permanent donation button on my profile page, or you can contact me for other arrangements. You can also ask me about the number of lines per verse, if you want to fund a certain number of verses. So far sponsors include: haikujaguar, kyleri, mdlbear, the_vulture, stryck, general fund.
haikujaguar has offered to illustrate this poem with a sketch if it gets sponsored. The first $5 has come from the general fund following this month's poll; I rounded up slightly to reveal two verses and give the poem a good headstart.
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Now with a sketch by haikujaguar:
When Inanna's pride had taken her to the Underworld
and Erishkegal had hung her sister's corpse on the wall
and the servant Ninshubur had begged Enki for his aid,
then the true magic began.
For Enki had been out working in his garden,
and he brought forth dirt from under his fingernails,
which he fashioned into two creatures:
the kurgarra, both male and female,
and the galatur, neither male nor female.
Then Enki sprinkled the food of life upon the kurgarra
and the water of life upon the galatur,
and they became alive.
Enki assigned the two creatures to rescue Inanna
and return her to life, which is the part of the story
that everyone knows -- how they went down there
and sympathized with Erishkegal's cries
and asked for the corpse on the wall
and revived Inanna, Queen of Heaven and Earth.
What is not told in that myth is this:
that Enki knew there were already those
who were both or neither
that Enki had seen how such ones suffered
and thought that kindred spirits might sympathize with another's plight
that Erishkegal, who had swallowed all the souls of the dead,
would likewise recognize these kindred spirits.
What is not said in that myth is this:
that the kurgarra and the galatur
looked upon each other once they were made,
and saw themselves in each other as men and women do,
and conceptualized a love for each other
based not on desire to have but desire to give;
that the kurgarra and the galatur
walked down to the Underworld holding hands
and talking like old friends as if they were as old
as the dirt from which they had been made.
For the kurgarra held the mysteries of the flesh
that lay beyond mere lust, which the galatur admired;
and the galatur held the mysteries of the mind
that outstripped simple attraction, which the kurgarra adored.
They were equal and opposite, and they fitted together
like the two doors of a temple entrance,
body and spirit both bent on one mission.
Surely together they could accomplish anything.
These are the things that Erishkegal heard
when the two creatures echoed her cries.
These are the things that she saw
when she looked upon them.
When the adventure was over and done,
and the meat of the story had been gnawed from the bone,
then the kurgarra and the galatur
wondered what they should do next.
Perhaps, they thought, it would be of some use
to go about the world sympathizing with people like themselves
who were all too often thrown down in the dirt
or flung from the house without their fine things
or hung from a hook on the wall as corpses.
Then Inanna, who had just come through
such an adventure herself and not liked it much at all,
invited the kurgarra and the galatur into her temple.
From that time onward, the Queen of Heaven and Earth
provided a refuge for people who were
both male and female, or neither male nor female,
or some other shape and flavor that no one had named.
Inanna took in the kurgarri and the galaturi of the world
to be her clergy, to keep the holy rites in her temple,
to be revered as servants of the Queen of Heaven and Earth.
The two messengers of Enki were pleased by this.
They worked side by side in the temple,
burning the sweet incense and chanting the sacred words,
swaying their way through the sensual dances,
each one's eyes always following the other,
opposite yet not opposed,
their differences balanced by their equality,
their hearts beating
in perfect unison.