Cornelia Ceilings

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Cornelia Ceilings Biography

Brought up in a secluded village, this poet had alot of time with her own thoughts. She grew suicidal in her teenage years, hence the taste of nihilism in her poetry. The lucid images often come from her childhood nightmares, which were bloody and generally murderous. She graduated from the University of Witwaterstrand in South Africs with a PhD in Tribal Religious Studies. This came after her work as a wartime nurse in WW2, where the bloodshed only added to her disturbed psyche. She is a devout buddhist, despite her odd tendencies to nihilism. She worked in a convent in the early fifties, simply to ridicule the ritualistic christian practice, but was kicked out after 6 years of service. Since then she has worked in a corner shop in Yemen, selling sewing machines and horseshoes. Her poetry comes as a single old woman, who has had a stunningly varied life. She is working on an autobiography at the moment, but health is failing fast for this old wench and she hopes that she will make it.)

The Best Poem Of Cornelia Ceilings

Ode To A Simple Meal

Blest be the loaves
Which gave thee sight to hear
My song of culinary magnificence.

Oh balsamic jus!
Drenching the prosciutto
And its latticed asparagus spears
With its bittersweet inky viscosity.

Oh porcine portion!
Pungent with odours of the gorgeous East;
Herbs aromatique de Provence
And menthe...that je ne sais quoi!

Oh lemon pie, thou torte of tarty tingles
Dancing like a thousand giraffes
Through my buds of taste -
Pirhouette on your gravelly base.

Oh chesse, oh kase, oh fromagerie!
Flavoured lard I sing my praise to thee!
Congratulate the oaten vomit
which gushes after the gorging.

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