The evil of ghosts

I will lie on my back
Half here, half elsewhere
Legs resting in the void,
Arms dangling, eyes open
On the other side of the night …

Benjamin Fondane
Trans. P

What is this thing called love?

I was a hum-drum person
Leading a life apart
When love flew in through my window wide
And quickened my hum-drum heart
Love flew in through my window
I was so happy then
But after love had stayed a little while
Love flew out again

What is this thing called love?
This funny thing called love?
Just who can solve it’s mystery?
Why should it make a fool of me?
I saw you there one wonderful day
You took my heart and threw it away
That’s why I ask the lord in heaven above
What is this thing called love?

You gave me days of sunshine
You gave me nights of cheer
You made my life an enchanted dream
’til somebody else came near
Somebody else came near you
I felt the winter’s chill
And now I sit and wonder night and day
Why I love you still?

Cole Porter

tremendous desire

I think I might well have a tremendous desire for you. What a thing to feel…I want to be with you. I want to access your person…you who move me in so many deep ways, new ones.

Gretchen Phillips
5th November 1991 letter to Ann Cvetkovich
Between us: a legacy of lesbian love letters
Edited by: Kay Turner and Sheri Tornatore

shape the future

What is civilization? Where and how is it being formed? On what assumptions is it founded? What should we hope for the future of humanity and our world? To what extent can our ideas, hopes and will shape the future? What has civilization blurred and rejected that we might clarify and call back into our shepherding intelligence? What lessons did our ancestors learn that we should not forget? And what of their practices would we be better off in leaving behind?

Alison Hawthorne Deming
The Edge of the Civilized World: A Journey in Nature and Culture

the value of a moment

You never truly appreciate the value of a moment, until it becomes a memory that haunts you.

Sexual Fantasy

This could be your worst fear and your most desired fantasy come true together.

lost in the dream

my flesh got lost in the dream…
I stayed inside me, magic, invisible,
naked for you –
like a blind woman.
I lit myself up from inside.
Quivering, transparent,
in the cruel wind,
like a glass angel
seen in a mirror.

Sunday fun, doggy-style –

‘I love to make puppies with you on Sunday morning,’ he said…

autumn is my time of rebirth

and as the leaves start their slow crumbling
descent,
violet, maroon, cadmium
unfolding in
mornings wrapped in the shroud of
grey silence,
so too do you change:

the blossom of naivety
crushed under the
rich crimson stained upon
your slowly upturned lips,
eyes closed to the sky.

I Blew You A Kiss

Were you the girl who laughed
on the bus passing me on the sidewalk
as I, a complete stranger,
blew you a kiss,
never to see you again?
It was a special moment.

Bettina Fillipe