English language writing about the fart goes back to Chaucer's "The Canturbury Tales" and "The Miller's Tale" most specifically, to my knowledge. I was a mere high school sophomore when I was exposed to this tale and was so impressed I volunteered to report on it to the class.
The episode starts with a poor character, Absolom, who is smitten by a guy named Nicholas' wife, Allison, whom he persuades to meet him briefly for stolen kiss:
This Absalom plumped down upon his knees,
And said: "I am a lord in all degrees;
For after this there may be better still
Darling, my sweetest bird, I wait your will."
The window she unbarred, and that in haste.
"Have done," said she, "come on, and do it fast,
Before we're seen by any neighbour's eye."
This Absalom did wipe his mouth all dry;
Dark was the night as pitch, aye dark as coal,
And through the window she put out her hole.
And Absalom no better felt nor worse,
But with his mouth he kissed her naked arse
Right greedily, before he knew of this.
Aback he leapt- it seemed somehow amiss,
For well he knew a woman has no beard;
He'd felt a thing all rough and longish haired,
And said, "Oh fie, alas! What did I do?"
"Teehee!" she laughed, and clapped the, window to;
And Absalom went forth a sorry pace.
"A beard! A beard!" cried clever Nicholas,
"Now by God's corpus, this goes fair and well!"
In case that is hard to follow, it was a dark, moonless night and the object of his longing, Allison, met him, opened the window he was to meet her at, and, when he puckered up, she presented her arsehole for him to kiss. Which he did, and noticed immediately that something was amiss "for he well knew a woman has no beard" yet something rough and hairy had appeared. Absalom figured it out and went back seeking his revenge, equipped with a branding iron and some fuel to heat it up:
This Alison replied: "Now who is there?
And who knocks so? I'll warrant it's a thief."
"Why no," quoth he, "God knows, my sweet roseleaf,
I am your Absalom, my own darling!
Of gold," quoth he, "I have brought you a ring;
My mother gave it me, as I'll be saved;
Fine gold it is, and it is well engraved;
This will I give you for another kiss."
This Nicholas had risen for a piss,
And thought that it would carry on the jape
To have his arse kissed by this jack-a-nape.
And so he opened window hastily,
And put his arse out thereat, quietly,
Over the buttocks, showing the whole bum;
And thereto said this clerk, this Absalom,
"O speak, sweet bird, I know not where thou art.
"This Nicholas just then let fly a fart
As loud as it had been a thunder-clap,
And well-nigh blinded Absalom, poor chap;
But he was ready with his iron hot
And Nicholas right in the arse he got.
Off went the skin a hand's-breadth broad, about,
The coulter burned his bottom so, throughout,
That for the pain he thought that he should die.
And like one mad he started in to cry,
"Help! Water! Water! For God's dear heart!"
Seems farting was used to find lost articles, as a weapon, and even communicate a wide variety articles concerning the human condition for longer than we have had the written word to spread our thoughts. The Miller's Tale. Really enlightened me at the age of 16 or so. Jim