Archive

Archive for November, 2007

sexy love

November 24, 2007 Leave a comment

Drunk as Drunk

Translated from the Spanish by Christopher Logue

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it – our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal –
Over the sky’s hot rim,
The day’s last breath in our sails.
  
Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.
  
  
*** hail neruda, the horny bastard! i love it!

Advertisements
Categories: Uncategorized Tags: ,

i am beautiful

November 24, 2007 Leave a comment

i appreciate beauty of any kind. natural or man-made, the fact that beauty has reached its present state of aesthetic zenith dislodges all else that made it be. its past and future only adds to its present being. some may disagree, but i believe that beauty, stripped of all sentimentalities and subjectivity, is just what it is. In its creation, the creator must have done something right, which has more weight than all other elements involved.
  
in this horribly chaotic world, beauty is the one thing that snatches us from the depths of nothingness, which we humans tend to dive into a lot nowadays back to whatever mundane little life we live.
  
its so fucking stupid when some say that¬† somebody or something’s beauty has faded. its just so fucking wrong. beauty is not skin deep and doesn’t fade like some fool had once said. its man’s memory that ceases to function when he concludes that beauty has died. beauty is immortal, and if anything achieves it, it is immortalised, etched in the stars, and nothing can ever change that.
  
suppose a really beautiful woman or man grows wrinkles and flabs all over, her or his beauty is not dead. those who no longer recognise the beauty underneath, they are dead. for how can one stipulate that something beyond the reach of mortal comprehension has died, unless they have seen the horrible enclaves of hell? beauty is divine. and, no it cannot be defined, it cannot be conquered and definitely cannot be slaughtered.
  
yes, i am beautiful. you are too. just stop being too self absorbed to realise it.

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: