somewhere always a statement, skin concentrated
system inverted
attentive to the phases of love, this text
under the eye: June aroused by audacity
precise lips or this allurement of the clitoris
its unrecorded thought giving the body back intelligence
because each shiver aims at emergence
June the fever the end of couples
their prolongation like the most unexpected of
silences: lesbian lovhers
the texture of identities
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in reality, there is no fiction
from Lovhers
~ Nicole Brossard
system inverted
attentive to the phases of love, this text
under the eye: June aroused by audacity
precise lips or this allurement of the clitoris
its unrecorded thought giving the body back intelligence
because each shiver aims at emergence
June the fever the end of couples
their prolongation like the most unexpected of
silences: lesbian lovhers
the texture of identities
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
in reality, there is no fiction
from Lovhers
~ Nicole Brossard
posted by tippingthevelvet @ 8:20 AM
4 Comments:
At 5:48 PM,
Anonymous said…
Love is such a responsibility
To be tender and true
Approaching from correct intention
To be kind rather than right
Righteous without malice
To aim higher than libdo
Stay the course
Yet always be
Evolving
Hedonistic confessions
At 4:10 AM,
Anonymous said…
SOMEWHERE I HAVE NEVER TRAVELLED, GLADLY BEYOND
de E. E. Cummings (1894-1962)
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
At 4:15 AM,
Anonymous said…
POETRY - Pablo Neruda
And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating planations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesmal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky.
At 4:36 AM,
Anonymous said…
a dear friend, who died wrote this:
My Friends
learn from my experience
that above all love life
promise me that you will go on
and no matter what kind of materialistic or career
or relationship hassles confront you,
you will get up in the morning
look at the beauty and light
and thank God for it
and with just that faith
you can go forward with gratitude rather than despair
and celebrate your life
-hope my experience and your observation of it
will be enough to encourage you to
never abandon joy for despair
William Carl Dorin -2001
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