Parnassiad (2002) a poetry collection by Julian Darius CONTENTS On Parnassus with My Post-Coital Cigarette. The Unfinished Poem Parody of Myself Upon the Magnanimous Tipping of a Waitress Named So-and-So And Still He Stands upon the Railroad Track CXXI in seq. Stud Pugilists Southern Illinois University at Carthage And Let Us Now Have Rage and Love and Be as Gods Frag.s of / a little Romance Postmodern President Gloss on CXII On the Mourning of X’s Nativity Just Pussy Dear Irena, Built for Fucking, Not for Children, in Defiance of Nature Love Poem to Penelope Love is Not the Trees You Know What Real Pain is? Quoth the Sadomasochist Detritus Today the proudest boast is “I AM NOT A TOURIST” (in life) Country Living Advice for Men on Making Love (and for women on understanding) Fuck Me in the Morning My Suicide Note Fragment from “I Can Feel my Beard Growing” [Hedonist in The Republic], there is a mystic economy to goodness Idle Thoughts on Parenting and Poetry The Wounded Sadist / The Sensitive Misogynist and Yet Another Abusive Submissive Good Ol’ American Values On Xian Doctrine A Possible Solution Woman’s Constancy Sonia the Italian Exchange Student Gives Me Her Number All Women as Girls This, too, we must force into our brains Trying not to Fail to Resist, then Cry “after we talked” More of That Still Later, One more time, an encore. Buk’s bucks Against Radical Self-Evaluation Attempts to Stave off Suicide Some Frankenstein Monster of Our Media Culture Searching for Life Twisting in the Sun The Citadel of the Sharpened Mind “The South is a Story That Doesn’t Know It’s a Story Telling Stories” " 31 October 2001 The New Wasteland The Brawl of Words in the Shack-house nice prize On Eschatology That Relic, Holdover from The Medieval Curriculum, Sign of Having Braved an Ivory Dragon’s Lair Dante, Inferno I.1-6 Sappho’s Frag. 31 a true and accurate translation of a boring poem Soul of Woman Love When Lucifer Fell in North Carolina Contents II