Canephor with a basket
Your voice is a
Canephor with a basket for songs
Coming towards me like a blue dream.
Delicate but strong,
My silence beats your ears,
Leaving a trace of love
Like a fog carved in the air
Or unlike a name carved in an oak tree.
My silence and your voice
Weave new vibrations.
It’s like an embrace.
Whatever I’m touch’d from,
It clutches my mind.
Dedicated to the singer Bryan Adams.
Marieta Maglas (19-05-1964 / Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania
foto of urunga butchery 2013 december
One day Banzan was walking through a market when he overheard a customer ask a butcher for the best piece of meat he had. “Every piece in my shop is the best”, the butcher said. Hearing the butcher’s explanation, Banzan became enlightened.
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”
Such is your cold coquette, who can’t say “No,”
And won’t say “Yes,” and keeps you on and off-ing
On a lee-shore, till it begins to blow,
Then sees your heart wreck’d, with an inward scoffing.
Rae Dawn Chong
The resistance of a woman to a man’s advances is not always a sign of virtue. Sometimes its just a sign of experience.
Ninon De LencloS
It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory, and Other Addresses
RUMI, The Book of Love
Life without sex might be safer but it would be unbearably dull. It is the sex instinct which makes women seem beautiful, which they are once in a blue moon, and men seem wise and brave, which they never are at all. Throttle it, denaturalize it, take it away, and human existence would be reduced to the prosaic, labourious, boresome, imbecile level of life in an anthill. ~Henry Louis Mencken
“All bands eventually break up because of one or more of the four P’s: power, property, prestige, pussy.”
― Dave Mustaine, Mustaine: A Heavy Metal Memoir
Old minds are like old horses; you must exercise them if you wish to keep them in working order.
“I suppose I’d had, by the standards of that pre-permissive time, a good deal of sex for my age. Girls, or a certain kind of girl, liked me; I had a car-not so common among undergraduates in those days-and I had some money. I wasn’t ugly; and even more important, I had my loneliness, which, as every cad knows, is a deadly weapon with women. My ‘technique’ was to make a show of unpredictability, cynicism, and indifference. Then, like a conjurer with his white rabbit, I produced the solitary heart.”
― John Fowles, The Magus
“Junk turns the user into a plant. Plants do not feel pain since pain has no function in a stationary organism. Junk is a pain killer. A plant has no libido in the human or animal sense. Junk replaces the sex drive. Seeding is the sex of the plant and the function of opium is to delay seeding.
Perhaps the intense discomfort of withdrawal is the transition from plant back to animal, from a painless, sexless, timeless state back to sex and pain and time, from death back to life.”
― William S. Burroughs, Junky
He waka eke noa
“Two people with mental issues in a relationship does not work. It’s like sitting in a boat and neither one has an oar to row the other to shore. You can meet your mirror image in life but that doesn’t mean you should marry him.”
― Shannon L. Alder
“With passion pray.
With passion make love.
With passion eat and drink and dance and play.
Why look like a dead fish
in this ocean of God?”
― Shannon L. Alder
“Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide.”
― Terry Pratchett, Good Omens
“He’d noticed that sex bore some resemblance to cookery: it fascinated people, they sometimes bought books full of complicated recipes and interesting pictures, and sometimes when they were really hungry they created vast banquets in their imagination – but at the end of the day they’d settle quite happily for egg and chips. If it was well done and maybe had a slice of tomato.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant