Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Drafts) · Track 157 · middle
The Convent Was Not Designed for This (Julie d'Aubigny)
The Convent Was Not Designed for This — Julie d'Aubigny
Lyrics
[Verse 1] The body is heavier than she expected which is the first lesson of every plan that involves a recently deceased nun and a corridor and a bed that belongs to someone you love enough to commit three felonies before breakfast She carries the weight the way her father taught her to carry a blade — low balanced with the understanding that the carrying is the easy part and the putting down is where the skill lives The convent smells like tallow and lavender and the specific silence of women who chose this life on purpose She did not choose this life She chose the woman in room six and the choosing required a habit and a vow and a shovel and eventually a match [Chorus] She laid the dead woman in the living woman's bed and lit the room the way you light a candle for a saint except the saint is alive and waiting at the garden wall and the prayer is an arson and the arson is a love letter written in the only language the convent could not censor [Verse 2] Before the convent she fought three men outside a tavern because the three men objected to her singing and her answer to objection was always the same shape — narrow steel and through the shoulder She visited one of them the next morning to check the wound and left as his lover which is the specific talent of a woman who stabs you and then asks how you slept The king pardoned her twice because the king found her amusing which is either the privilege of talent or the privilege of being the kind of beautiful that makes the law lose its train of thought mid-sentence [Bridge] (celeste — the music box in the burning room) Her father trained the pages and trained her alongside them She learned to read and she learned to fence and she learned that the difference between the two is that books will change your mind and swords will change the minds of others She sang contralto on the stage where they said the most beautiful voice in the world lived and the most beautiful voice in the world also carried a dead nun down a hallway at two in the morning and these two facts do not contradict They harmonize [Final Chorus] She laid the dead woman in the living woman's bed and lit the room and ran with the girl for three months until the girl got bored or she got bored or the road got narrow enough for only one And the judges who sentenced her to burn had to write the sentence in the masculine because the law had no procedure for a woman who did what she did which was everything they reserved for men including the loving of women which the law could not even spell in the feminine She died at thirty-three in a convent which is either the punchline or the moral depending on whether you believe a woman who burned one down at twenty has the right to rest in one at the end The corridor still smells like tallow and lavender and something that used to be on fire ---