Friday, 14 February 2014
Thursday, 13 February 2014
DARK THOUGHTS FOR VALENTINE'S DAY - WHERE HAS LOVE FLOWN
Lesbos
Viciousness in the
kitchen!
The potatoes hiss.
It is all Hollywood, windowless,
The fluorescent light wincing on and off like a terrible migraine,
Coy paper strips for doors
Stage curtains, a widow's frizz.
And I, love, am a pathological liar,
And my child look at her, face down on the floor,
Little unstrung puppet, kicking to disappear
Why she is schizophrenic,
Her face is red and white, a panic,
You have stuck her kittens outside your window
In a sort of cement well
Where they crap and puke and cry and she can't hear.
You say you can't stand her,
The bastard's a girl.
You who have blown your tubes like a bad radio
Clear of voices and history, the staticky
Noise of the new.
You say I should drown the kittens. Their smell!
You say I should drown my girl.
She'll cut her throat at ten if she's mad at two.
The baby smiles, fat snail,
From the polished lozenges of orange linoleum.
You could eat him. He's a boy.
You say your husband is just no good to you.
His Jew-Mama guards his sweet sex like a pearl.
You have one baby, I have two.
I should sit on a rock off Cornwall and comb my hair.
I should wear tiger pants, I should have an affair.
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air,
Me and you.
The potatoes hiss.
It is all Hollywood, windowless,
The fluorescent light wincing on and off like a terrible migraine,
Coy paper strips for doors
Stage curtains, a widow's frizz.
And I, love, am a pathological liar,
And my child look at her, face down on the floor,
Little unstrung puppet, kicking to disappear
Why she is schizophrenic,
Her face is red and white, a panic,
You have stuck her kittens outside your window
In a sort of cement well
Where they crap and puke and cry and she can't hear.
You say you can't stand her,
The bastard's a girl.
You who have blown your tubes like a bad radio
Clear of voices and history, the staticky
Noise of the new.
You say I should drown the kittens. Their smell!
You say I should drown my girl.
She'll cut her throat at ten if she's mad at two.
The baby smiles, fat snail,
From the polished lozenges of orange linoleum.
You could eat him. He's a boy.
You say your husband is just no good to you.
His Jew-Mama guards his sweet sex like a pearl.
You have one baby, I have two.
I should sit on a rock off Cornwall and comb my hair.
I should wear tiger pants, I should have an affair.
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air,
Me and you.
Meanwhile there's a
stink of fat and baby crap.
I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill.
The smog of cooking, the smog of hell
Floats our heads, two venemous opposites,
Our bones, our hair.
I call you Orphan, orphan. You are ill.
The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B.
Once you were beautiful.
In New York, in Hollywood, the men said: "Through?
Gee baby, you are rare."
You acted, acted for the thrill.
The impotent husband slumps out for a coffee.
I try to keep him in,
An old pole for the lightning,
The acid baths, the skyfuls off of you.
He lumps it down the plastic cobbled hill,
Flogged trolley. The sparks are blue.
The blue sparks spill,
Splitting like quartz into a million bits.
I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill.
The smog of cooking, the smog of hell
Floats our heads, two venemous opposites,
Our bones, our hair.
I call you Orphan, orphan. You are ill.
The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B.
Once you were beautiful.
In New York, in Hollywood, the men said: "Through?
Gee baby, you are rare."
You acted, acted for the thrill.
The impotent husband slumps out for a coffee.
I try to keep him in,
An old pole for the lightning,
The acid baths, the skyfuls off of you.
He lumps it down the plastic cobbled hill,
Flogged trolley. The sparks are blue.
The blue sparks spill,
Splitting like quartz into a million bits.
O jewel! O valuable!
That night the moon
Dragged its blood bag, sick
Animal
Up over the harbor lights.
And then grew normal,
Hard and apart and white.
The scale-sheen on the sand scared me to death.
We kept picking up handfuls, loving it,
Working it like dough, a mulatto body,
The silk grits.
A dog picked up your doggy husband. He went on.
That night the moon
Dragged its blood bag, sick
Animal
Up over the harbor lights.
And then grew normal,
Hard and apart and white.
The scale-sheen on the sand scared me to death.
We kept picking up handfuls, loving it,
Working it like dough, a mulatto body,
The silk grits.
A dog picked up your doggy husband. He went on.
Now I am silent, hate
Up to my neck,
Thick, thick.
I do not speak.
I am packing the hard potatoes like good clothes,
I am packing the babies,
I am packing the sick cats.
O vase of acid,
It is love you are full of. You know who you hate.
He is hugging his ball and chain down by the gate
That opens to the sea
Where it drives in, white and black,
Then spews it back.
Every day you fill him with soul-stuff, like a pitcher.
You are so exhausted.
Your voice my ear-ring,
Flapping and sucking, blood-loving bat.
That is that. That is that.
You peer from the door,
Sad hag. "Every woman's a whore.
I can't communicate."
Up to my neck,
Thick, thick.
I do not speak.
I am packing the hard potatoes like good clothes,
I am packing the babies,
I am packing the sick cats.
O vase of acid,
It is love you are full of. You know who you hate.
He is hugging his ball and chain down by the gate
That opens to the sea
Where it drives in, white and black,
Then spews it back.
Every day you fill him with soul-stuff, like a pitcher.
You are so exhausted.
Your voice my ear-ring,
Flapping and sucking, blood-loving bat.
That is that. That is that.
You peer from the door,
Sad hag. "Every woman's a whore.
I can't communicate."
I see your cute decor
Close on you like the fist of a baby
Or an anemone, that sea
Sweetheart, that kleptomaniac.
I am still raw.
I say I may be back.
You know what lies are for.
Plath
Close on you like the fist of a baby
Or an anemone, that sea
Sweetheart, that kleptomaniac.
I am still raw.
I say I may be back.
You know what lies are for.
Plath
Sunday, 9 February 2014
Wednesday, 5 February 2014
********** THOUGHTS ON A WINTER DAY **********
| PENSIVE CAT |
The true measure of our lives is not what we have managed to do but rather what we have left undone.
To forget a hurt is not to forgive a hurt.
Integrity
The noble-minded do not thrust others aside in order to make their way in the world.
LOVE
The greatest pleasure in life is making someone happy - especially if you love them.
Integrity
The noble-minded do not thrust others aside in order to make their way in the world.
LOVE
The greatest pleasure in life is making someone happy - especially if you love them.
Monday, 3 February 2014
************** A DIALOGUE ABOUT SEX **************
SEX A DIALOGUE
***
ITERLOCUTORS
BOSTON BOY (BB)
JERSEY GIRL (JG)
BB: So here
goes - answer as best you can.
JG: oh ok. Yes,
I will.
BB: Would you rather have big tits
or small tits - why?
JG: small tits. I have seen big
tits and I think they are unattractive I think the boob and its crescent shape
is much more beautiful.
BB: ok. Next
question
JG: k
BB: Would you
rather have a shaved pussy or a harry pussy – why?
JG: shaved
(waxed) I do not like having a bush, after waxing for the first time I really
enjoyed not having to worry about a sudden itch or trimming and I eventually
thought that having a waxed Claire (pet
name for JG’s pussy) is better not only for less hassle but I feel cleaner without
a bush
BB: hello
JG: did you get all that?
BB: shit did you get question I was
signed out.
JG: I will
send the answer again
BB: ok
JG: shaved (waxed) i do not like
having a bush, after waxing for the first time i really enjoyed not having to
worry about a sudden itch or trimming and i eventually thought that having a
waxed Claire is better not only for less hassle but i feel cleaner without a
bush. But some people like it and think it beautiful and i can appreciate that.
BB: ok ta. Next
question
JG: k
BB: Which position do you prefer to
be fucked in -
a. on your back missionary style
b. from behind with your ass up and on your knees
c. from behind but on your belly
d. on your side
a. on your back missionary style
b. from behind with your ass up and on your knees
c. from behind but on your belly
d. on your side
JG: a, b, c, and I do not like so
much d, is a strange position when
thrusting.
BB: next question
JG: ha ok
BB: Which of the positions is your
favourite
JG: um depends on what mood I am in
but I am most pleasured by the one where I am on my knees with my back facing
you and you sticking it in Claire.
BB: ok Next question
JG: ok - good questions baby.
BB: Would you prefer your lover to
suck and play with your tits or to suck and nibble your clit?
JG: clit. I like both but clit is
more pleasurable. Tits is a good tease but I would like you to put your effort
into the clit :)
BB: Next question
JG: k
BB: This is a
short essay question
JG: ok
BB: Briefly describe the best fuck
you have ever had in your life - the one that was most satisfying in every way
JG: that had
to be with you.... there were many really really good fucks that stick out in
my mind but do you want me to describe you one?
BB: Yes, the single best!
JG: I really cannot choose a best.
BB: Does not have to have been with
me. Be honest.
JG: The only thing I can tell you
is that you are the best partner I ever had. The best fuck is with you
BB: ok
JG: umm I guess the time when we
first tried you doing it from behind with me on my knees on the couch. That felt sooo good. Another time is in New Haven
where we had plentiful of really good fucks to which i was so sore in the
morning.
BB: ok good answer. Next question
JG: ok. You are not going to post
these on FB right?
BB: Do you
derive any pleasure from having you ass fucked or is it something you do to
simply please your partner?
JG: Tough question
BB: Yes. But must be an honest answer.
JG: Ok. Usually it is only to
please my partner but there was this one time when you did it and it did feel
good. I think i was on my knees and you were really lubed up
BB: ok describe.
JG: It slipped right in and it felt
good. But i want you to keep doing it.
BB: kk Next
question
JG: ok
BB: What after
fucking is your favourite sexual act
JG: cuddling!!!
BB: ok good
answer. Next question
JG: ok
BB: Do you prefer sex in the
morning, afternoon or night?
JG: hmmm - interesting question.
BB: Yes.
JG: well I would have to say all of
the above!
BB: k. Follow
up
JG: ok
BB: Do you have a preference
JG: no.
BB KK
JG: sometimes Claire is sensitive
in the AM and sometimes it is nice to have a quiet afternoon fuck and sometimes
it is really nice to have a romantic after dinner fuck
BB: Thank you for participating in
the partner sex survey.
JG: hahahahhahah. Did you make up
these questions on your own?
BB: yes as we
went along now in our convo.
JG: Wow good job those were good
questions.
BB: we should make application for
FB
JG: ha. That maybe tooo personal
BB: Um yes
JG: I love you.
Did you like my answers?
BB: I love you
JG: oh crap!
BB: Yes were excellent answers. What?
JG: I forgot to say that also the
fuck on your birthday was really good.
JG: Celebration.
BB: ok
JG: there are
lots of good fucks with you.
BB: yes but that was anal.
JG: I really cannot choose just one
BB: ok
JG: but it was still good
BB: ok
JG: ======>(*)
BB: Ha. Perfect
JG: Ya well it is more like
BB: I so want to do it again. I so want you.
JG: ======( == * > ) in my ass.
BB: ooou
JG: yes i
would do it again.
BB: Baby any time
JG: ha
BB: ok am
excited by you
JG: I am by you all the time and it gets me into trouble
JG: oh i just said that as
something loose like I didn’t really
mean trouble
BB: well do not want to be burden
JG: but you are trouble bc you are
so dirty and perfect for me. No no no burden you silly
BB: ha well you are for me –
perfect!
Wednesday, 29 January 2014
******* OTHER WORDS OTHER VOICES *******
To Pee:
Make water void
have a slash do number 1
pass water piddle
piss urinate
take a leak spend a penny
take a walk in the garden wiz
peepee tinkle
micturate relive oneself
wee see a man about a horse
Make water void
have a slash do number 1
pass water piddle
piss urinate
take a leak spend a penny
take a walk in the garden wiz
peepee tinkle
micturate relive oneself
wee see a man about a horse
Tuesday, 28 January 2014
DIFFERENT WORDS FOR THE SAME THING - SOME NICE SOME NOT
SOME DIFFERENT WORDS
FOR “BOYS” AND “GIRLS”
BOYS GIRLS
Bloke skirt
Chap lassie
Dude lady
Guy damsel
fella chick
lad hussy
bud dame
bro bitch
kid gal
gent broad
mate moll
sausage doxy
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