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

Hendrick Goltzius (1558–1617) ... blooming muse...

Thalia

New Drawing... Untitled

Dolorosa - Untitled 2010

Ed Emshwiller.. short film "Thanatopsis" 1962..

Helmuth Stockmann... Erotica

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

Leo Fontan... Faunesse!

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

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. 

Flemish School ...1600's

Antoine Coypel... 1692..Satyr and cupids

Hannes Bok... illustrator

Erotica... anon..