(or, a discourse on female sexual fantasies of a certain sort, in blank verse)

The tall young man walking
along the sidewalk past the coffeeshop window
has well-turned calves;
long, lean, attractively smooth,
not too hairy, not looking like moldy cheese at all;
muscular, but not in that flayed-ox way, just fittoo bad the rest of him's covered ( Read more... )

I usually post poetry on 9/11, and it's been e.e. cummings because the combination of his themes and the tone and his political imprisonment as a dissenter in WWI and the fact that they're over half a century old and still as bright as a new-sharpened knife-edge makes the choice fittingest for me ( Read more... )

Revisiting and visiting John Donne's verse brought more than one not usually anthologized to my awareness, but the most stunning to date, I think, would have to be his second Elegy, aka "The Anagram", which starts in something of the vein of a more Xtreme "My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun"* and rapidly goes downhill - or somewhere, into ( Read more... )

It's a curious thing, being raised in a traditionally-repressive, prudish, gender-dichotomized household where the teenagers, or at least the girls, are not allowed to watch R-rated movies nor read recent Young Adult novels lest there be S-E-X in them, but which is nevertheless highly kulturny and thus filled with many, many old books (or new ( Read more... )

So, AFIA due to RL busyness - work, health, technical difficulties (not serious ones, just a series of complications) - as well as my running-late effort to get something together for Shakespeare's birthday and deciding to make that my International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day entry as well - and then radically changing my concept halfway ( Read more... )

NB: I'm not particularly depressed or anything right now, but I am exhausted, emotionally and physically, although I can at last jog half a block, and sit up in bed without having to grit my teeth. This is an oldie, but it doesn't feel any less apt than it was 20 years ago, no matter what it means (kind of like Archie & Mehitabel that way)That's ( Read more... )

Full many a glorious morning have I seen ( Read more... )

I AM the spirit of all that lives ( Read more... )

Chibi Deities.

If you end up permanently scarred, blame wombat, not me...

(This otoh is all my fault. As is this. And this.)

One good thing about having some time off and no way of going anywhere is that (barring migraines and backaches) it allows one to get in some time reading and puttering around on the computer with Christmas presents, including a Wacom Graphire which was a timely replacement for the ancient Aiptek which had finally ceased to function (an alarming ( Read more... )