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[christine]

[[christine]]

[christine]

Dislocated by ericcoliu

His face,
A map of solitude;
Her Body,
The scent of Eros.

For the detailed information regrading Dislocated and its associated Xiaoshi, please read ericcoliu's posting Two Xiaoshi: Dislocated and Longing, which is posted at http://coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=38034

[[christine]]

Dislocated by ericcoliu

His face,
A map of solitude;
Her Body,
The scent of Eros.

For the detailed information regrading Dislocated and its associated Xiaoshi, please read ericcoliu's posting Two Xiaoshi: Dislocated and Longing, which is posted at http://coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=38034

[Champagne]

Two contrast images dislocate the sexually charged title – Intercourse.

-- A reply from a casually committed writer who is interested in embodied writing.
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I'm Champagne,
Bottled poetry with sparkling joy.

[[Champagne]]

Two contrast images dislocate the sexually charged title – Intercourse.

-- A reply from a casually committed writer who is interested in embodied writing.
_________________
I'm Champagne,
Bottled poetry with sparkling joy.

[ericcoliu]

let's engage in intercourse!!

myself is sculptor of
your body’s idiom:
the musician of your wrists;
the poet who is afraid
only to mistranslate

a rhythm in your hair,
(your fingertips
the way you move)
gggggggggggggggthe

painter of your voice—
beyond these elements

remarkably nothing is.…

-- E. E. Cummings
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Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[[ericcoliu]]

let's engage in intercourse!!

myself is sculptor of
your body’s idiom:
the musician of your wrists;
the poet who is afraid
only to mistranslate

a rhythm in your hair,
(your fingertips
the way you move)
gggggggggggggggthe

painter of your voice—
beyond these elements

remarkably nothing is.…

-- E. E. Cummings
_________________
Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[Champagne]

[[Champagne]]

[christine]

[[christine]]

[christine]

[[christine]]

[ericcoliu]

"He" once was "a committed writer / of [her] body." The story behind “ His face, / A map of solitude” took place:

Long, long ago
Her tender care –
Lustfully he thinks of it

Having held close to her breast
Was another kind of springtime
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Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[[ericcoliu]]

"He" once was "a committed writer / of [her] body." The story behind “ His face, / A map of solitude” took place:

Long, long ago
Her tender care –
Lustfully he thinks of it

Having held close to her breast
Was another kind of springtime
_________________
Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[温暖的水獸]

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舌頭那匹温暖的水獸　馴養地在小小的水族箱中　蠕動
那獸說：是的 我願意

[[温暖的水獸]]

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舌頭那匹温暖的水獸　馴養地在小小的水族箱中　蠕動
那獸說：是的 我願意

[christine]

[[christine]]

[clair]

I like the title of your piece: Poetics of Intercourse, which is imaginative and provocative.

The Smell of Camphor Balls (Sudden Fiction)

Such cold and a little windy weather is kind of unusual in May. Finding the sight of you approaching me, I feel warm. You say nothing, holding my hand, and we walk off together.

Your overcoat gives off the feeble smell of camphor balls, which is carried in the air by the wind. As I lean close to your shoulder, I think: A man’s body cannot smell any better than this clean, neutral smell with few associations. The wind is blowing now. You pull me closer to your chest and still say nothing on the way home. The smell of camphor balls becomes stronger, a homey smell. Yet, I know fully: It is your home.
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This dark
Ceiling without a star

[[clair]]

I like the title of your piece: Poetics of Intercourse, which is imaginative and provocative.

The Smell of Camphor Balls (Sudden Fiction)

Such cold and a little windy weather is kind of unusual in May. Finding the sight of you approaching me, I feel warm. You say nothing, holding my hand, and we walk off together.

Your overcoat gives off the feeble smell of camphor balls, which is carried in the air by the wind. As I lean close to your shoulder, I think: A man’s body cannot smell any better than this clean, neutral smell with few associations. The wind is blowing now. You pull me closer to your chest and still say nothing on the way home. The smell of camphor balls becomes stronger, a homey smell. Yet, I know fully: It is your home.
_________________
This dark
Ceiling without a star

[ericcoliu]

When Man Enters Woman by Anne Sexton (1928 - 1974, by suicide)

When man
enters woman,
like the surf biting the shore,
again and again,
and the woman opens her mouth in pleasure
and her teeth gleam
like the alphabet,
Logos appears milking a star,
and the man
inside of woman
ties a knot
so that they will
never again be separate
and the woman
climbs into a flower
and swallows its stem
and Logos appears
and unleashed their rivers.

This man,
this woman
with their double hunger,
have tried to reach through
the curtain of God
and briefly they have,
though God
in His perversity
unties the knot.
_________________
Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[[ericcoliu]]

When Man Enters Woman by Anne Sexton (1928 - 1974, by suicide)

When man
enters woman,
like the surf biting the shore,
again and again,
and the woman opens her mouth in pleasure
and her teeth gleam
like the alphabet,
Logos appears milking a star,
and the man
inside of woman
ties a knot
so that they will
never again be separate
and the woman
climbs into a flower
and swallows its stem
and Logos appears
and unleashed their rivers.

This man,
this woman
with their double hunger,
have tried to reach through
the curtain of God
and briefly they have,
though God
in His perversity
unties the knot.
_________________
Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul