polymumbles: sex as an extension of friendship
I like the idea of sex being an extension of a friendship or an impulsive response to chemistry. As long as everyone’s treating one another with respect & affection, it can be great. I think people get too hung up on Hollywood ideals of romance. it’s not that I am not a romantic person, I am. I have a very romantic & passionate relationship with my husband, but it’s also...
You have given me ornithology. A catalogue of commonalities. Borders. Isn’t it obvious. We recoil. We obey. We travel a few chevrons behind. Air is silent until disturbed. I have made a map for you with imaginary countries. To play. I have my reasons. Pastel colours show labels best. Over the land the ghosts. Over the sea the phantom monsters of childhood nightmares. The wild things. The...
This particular instrument has a squeal. We are contained within the squeal. It is not a jail. Instead we are opened by the squeal. It is not a blare. No one trumpets anything. Several repeated squeals. Hands on the keys of the saxophone. Each finger pressing down and up. The speed. We note the player’s dexterity. Who has a way with cards. Is good at shuffling. The rainbow effect. My...
Oh Get A Grip!: Sex as Literature's Bitch →
Why is sexual activity often associated with misfortune or dysfunction in mainstream literature? Here are my half-baked theories (HBTs) on the subject with a little help from Alberto Manguel in his introduction to The Gates of Paradise.
science is the reinvention of old myths with a happy ending. Persephone there is no hell. you wanted to be free of Demeter. admit it. family. what shade of red your imagination. the whorls of Mars. a war god. an undiscovered country. down deep in the cellar of pretend the fruit rots. every sibling has a story you’d rather not hear. deny it. adjectives, Anne Carson tells us, are the latch of...
from "Bullet Brass Ballet / Games of Strategy &...
I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t want to tell you anything. The wind makes geometric patterns on grass and water You should know that already. We turn to silence as coping strategy. Or politesse. You are well-mannered. You sit with your own kind. I do not speak your language. I am untidy. A saxophone can be subtle with ivories backgrounding. You swagger. You brag. You ignore the...
the narrative in poetry. what is the def’n of narrative with regard to poetry & I don’t just mean something that tells a story, something with a beginning, middle & end. can a list poem, for example, have a narrative? is a thread of related or unrelated images, a repetition of sounds, a narrative? what about the feeling that someone telling something is constraining or a kind...
The awesomely insane Heaven and Hell nightclubs of... →
In modern times, you can find a stray cabaret or goth club in most modern metropolitan areas. But back in the late 19th century, your options were limited, albeit merrily deranged.
What is an adjective? Nouns name the world. Verbs activate the names. Adjectives...– Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
a short essay on pleasure
today I am writing to you about pleasure. pleasure is a slow and steady build, a sustained ohhhhh. pleasure is voluptuous. it involves all of the senses. it’s a brush of the fingers over velvet. it’s the sound of a cello in the dark. it’s the merest drop of wine on your lips. it is one hundred shades of red. a fragrant light pink peony petal over a hip. a glistening snow flake...
a beautiful boy in his mid 20s from Singapore contacts me. he is South Asian. I am curious. I want to know more. he is handsome with silky hair. I want to know about his life. I have met only one person from Singapore before. I am not a traveler but I love learning about people. he likes the fact that I am open minded, which is code, I suppose for my willingness to share naked photos of myself...
Oh Get A Grip!: Haunted by Other Monsters →
my latest post on OGG; in response to this fortnight’s topic: jealousy
two weeks away on summer vacation. we are seduced by the prospect of an orange canvas tent. cedar, its scent as green as peace. a luxury for a city girl, we are told. we are lucky. lured by the promise of a campfire. to burn up sticks. worries. a Coleman stove with red tanks full of kerosene. the zap of a mosquito killing machine attached to the car lighter dc connector of our Pontiac Parisienne....
The thing's the thing I Prospect Magazine →
Writers like Edmund De Waal and Neil MacGregor are using little objects to tell big stories, says Hannah Rosefield
a city ode
loom & ache of spin of light flitting over skyscraped windows, clouds, morning pendulum swing from coffee shop to cubicle & back & back quick step dance of traffic charlie alpha beta tango foxtrot noise makes a hymn of silence coins dropped into the cold naked hands of an old man on the street the city like a poem on paper over skyline stanza by stanza red brick rowhouse nudged...
The Secret Museum: The treasures too fragile or... →
nypl: NYPL is featured in a new book by Molly Oldfield called The Secret Museum, which highlights fascinating some fascinating objects located in “museums” around the world… including Charles Dickens very intriguing letter opener, which is in NYPL’s Berg Collection. Read all about it! Writer Molly Oldfield has delved into the vast collections of objects stored away and rarely exhibited
If I say that I write l’entre-genre, it need not (necessarily) follow that...– NATHANAËL - At Alberta (Book Thug, 2008)
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of...– John Keats (via fleurstains)
Let's be more open about the joy of sex →
Promoting or at least discussing pleasure has been shown to increase consistent condom use and other forms of safer sex, says Doortje Braeken