From sequence “Eighteen Views of Ravenna”
IX. [THE BISHOP MOVES LIKE A BASS DRUM THROUGH A REVOLVING DOOR]
The city bishop moves like a bass drum through a revolving door. His mother’s hair
was never white. He cannot listen to much Strauss without getting the urge
to invade a neighbor. In his immature thirties, he is the bedbug of a pretty
monk. He is an odorless product, a commodity. His homily assures: a man who pays
sororal hush money and abuses children
can never be redeemed; he can just be, if he is an artist, famous and indulged.