Dear Readers
Having not much else to blog about today, I'll share the opening lines of a poem I've been working on sporadically...
You as dirty old man, me as prop
& an aperture coaxed wide where
the ribs articulate—/pure licentiousness decked out in
the radiance of confession/O heart! O slick beating! O muscle! O...
Not sure where this is heading, but I'm sure I'll figure it out eventually.
Comments
sexy!! I like...
Posted by: Louise Mathias | November 8, 2005 08:01 PM
Thanks, Louise! Unfortunately, the sexiness here is part of the "problem" I haven't figured out yet. The poem was begun in anger over Augustine's licentious moralizing (his "Confessions" being required reading for a philosophy class)--and I haven't yet managed to work that good anger into the poem.
Posted by: Ginger | November 10, 2005 08:52 AM