Monday, May 3, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Friday, April 30, 2010
Happy Beltane... & Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe from Camalot
Jacob Matham after Hendrik Goltzius - Libido 1587
It's May, it's May,
the month of "Yes, you may"
The time for every frivolous whim, proper or im-
It's wild, it's gay,
depraved in every way
The birds and bees with all
of their vast amorous past
Gaze at the human race aghast
The Lusty Month of May
It's May, it's May, the lusty Month of May
That lovely month when everyone goes
blissfully astray
it's here, it's here,
that shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts
merrily appear
It's May, it's May,
the month of great dismay
when all the world is brimming with fun,
wholesome or un-
It's mad, it's gay,
alive a lust display
Those dreary vows that everyone takes,
everyone breaks
Everyone makes divine mistakes
The Lusty Month of May
Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe from Camalot
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Austin Osman Spare...The Focus of Life... a video by Darius Meilus
more at theletus
The 'Self,' will pleasure in all things. There is only one sense,-the sexual. There is only one desire,-procreation. I am the cause-thou the effect. I am all that I concieve. Not for all time but at some time. 'I multiply I' is creation: The sexual infinity. There is no end to the details of my extreme likeness.
The more chaotic-the more complete am I. The soul is the ancestral animals. The body their knowledge. This omnivorous soul, how lusty: it would seem to be everlasting in its suicide. These modified sexualities are the index of knowledge; this realized; the dualities do not obstruct with associations that involve infinite complexities and much education. Existence is a continuation of self-realization. To create value where there is none.
By all desire being one there is no overlapping nor the later necessity of undesiring. Complex desire is the further creation of different desire, not the realization of [particular] desire. O Zos, Thou shall die of extreme youth! Death is a disease of fear. All is a backward walking-realized incapacity of volition: To walk towards thyself. With thine infinite self multiplication of associations Thou knowest all things. Among sentient creatures human birth is highly desirable, man desires emancipation-liberation to his primeval self.
Remember! Didst thou leave the high estate for worse things? Man becomes what he relapses into.
AOS
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Alan Sillitoe...Poem
Alan Sillitoe, 4 March 1928 – 25 April 2010.
Hannes Bok
sonnet: love
Love is not to be sought and known
When a mere comet-flash means dark
Oncoming doom. Who seek Love stand alone--
(Do not dream what visitations mark
(Do not dream what visitations mark
The final pain of procreative world,
What blood-bellied moons of solstice red
Shine at myrtle-berried midnight)--are killed
In stone-cold bodies never brought to bed.
Love is antique, no fickle mind
Can satisfy it; and never Hope will gain
An entrance to loins that like a wind
Spin a black night into a wheel of pain:
Not to know, and a tiger's black and gold,
Can the vast orbit of Love's pleasure hold.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
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