Poetry

August 4, 2019

I need poetry
this burning sorcery
this heaviness of words
spoken and unspoken
that awakens emotion
and creates colours
never before seen –

flexibility exercises help keep us mobile and active –


playing the piano – Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No 2 is one of the most popular and recognisable concertos in the classical repertoire


or practice your violin


Or make love


or drown him in passion


or simply sweep him off his feet


or failing that just go to the beach and sunbathe

Immortality

August 4, 2019

What is immortality?

Hera lays her head in the stars. Her fingers dance across the earth, as it spins on and on. Her eyes watch, face after face, as the wounds that once stung from betrayal, dull to a slight pang. Time. Immortality is time.

Hercules drifts between wedges of stone, hands lazily resting atop an engraving long since committed to memory. His ears are fooled by the echoes of laughter from another life. The fate of heroes is the dead they bury. Loss. Immortality is loss.

Persephone wanders in the fields, feet knee deep in the ground; senses ablaze from all the life that hums around her. A wicked grin is quick to dance across her face. A girl Goddess of Life to a Queen over the Dead. Change. Immortality is change.

Athena walks amongst a garden of statues. She remembers hair that was long brown tresses before it was scales. A gift and the power to give them, but no control in how it is used. Was it protection or something else? Punishment. Immortality is punishment.

Prometheus lifts heavy eyes to the heavens where the galaxies wrote fates he thought he could read. A blessing turned into a plague that ravaged mortality, twisting it into something devoid of the purity he once admired. Regret. Immortality is regret.

Ares sorts through rubble. Broken homes. Broken nations. Broken bones. Wars being fought from behind a desk instead of on the ground. Yet history is still being written in crimson, whether by a sword or a keyboard. Blood. Immortality is blood.

Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon sit and watch the end of the world, destruction the song they’ve hummed since birth. There will be era after era, for each end they will see a beginning. There is no Death that can threaten them. Eternity. Immortality is eternity.

L.H.Z

Orpheus and Eurydice

August 4, 2019

Out of the land of shadows and darkness
We were returning towards the morning light
Almost in reach of places I knew
Escaping the ghosts of yesterday
You were behind me following closely
“Don’t turn around” I heard you whisper in my ear
“If you should turn now, all that you won
Will vanish just like a passing dream.”

Just on the very verge of the morning
Daylight was dawning, freedom was but a step away
Now with the deep dark river behind us
What could go wrong if I stayed strong in mind
What was the sudden lapse into madness
What was the urge that turned my head around to look at you?
What was the stubborn will
To destroy the love and the joy I nearly held?

Three times a thunder roared in my ears
In all of my years I’ll see that lost look in your eyes
As with a sigh like smoke in the wind
You slipped from my grasp into the waiting shadows
So much I longed to say
But my touch found only the empty air and a black nights coldness
Into another world you have passed
And never again can I reclaim you

written by Ken Howard and Alan Blaikley

An ordeal to come

August 4, 2019

Don’t worry hun, when he’s finished with me, I’ll let him have you.

Poetry

August 4, 2019

If prose is a house, poetry is a man on fire running quite fast through it.

Anne Carson
Interview with Kate Kellaway: 30th October 2016 in Guardian newspaper

wild thing

August 4, 2019

Feed me to the wolves,
let them have my flesh. I am
something skin can’t hold.

r.l.m,

pure smut

August 4, 2019

Who knows what dirty story, what even better dirty story, it may even be one we have not heard before, told at some colossal pitch of pure smut, beats at this moment in vain against our eardrums.

Samuel Beckett
Murphy

The erotic has often been misnamed by men and used against women. It has been made into the confused, the trivial, the psychotic, the plasticized sensation. For this reason, we have often turned away from the exploration and consideration of the erotic as a source of power and information, confusing it with its opposite, the pornographic. But pornography is a direct denial of the power of the erotic, for it represents the suppression of true feeling. Pornography emphasizes sensation without feeling. The erotic is a measure between the beginnings of our sense of self and the chaos of our strongest feelings. It is an internal sense of satisfaction to which, once we have experienced it, we know we can aspire.

Audre Lorde
Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power

Forty-four, divorced, mother of three daughters, a professional dominatrix is carefully squeezing Deep Heat into a condom. She is standing in her ‘playroom’ in a London suburb. Her current client, male, nude, hands cuffed securely behind his back, stands facing her.

‘This’ll be fun,’ she said. ‘Not for you, of course, no, but for me to watch.’

He groans as she slowly rolls the condom on his stiff sex. After a few minutes, the first signs of discomfort show as the burning slowly creeps over his cock and the fear appears in his eyes; then the writhing commences…

She laughs, truly amused by his obvious discomfort; he falls to the floor, curls in to a whining foetal ball of shivering muscle spasms at her feet…

Part way through his terrible ordeal, her face twists with intense feeling. She pisses a little as she orgasms in her leather pants. Despite his obvious discomfort, her client’s bone-hard cock spurts cum into the condom and tears run down his cheeks.

From out in the hall she hears the grandfather clock chiming two o’clock. She has plenty of time to clean up and have coffee before her next client arrives…

*Be aware, boys & girls: DON’T try this at home, it is intensely uncomfortable – unless, of course, you boys wish to be condemned to walk round with a bright, glowing red, and semi-erect penis for the rest of the day! Play safely.