Sunburnt, soft pink breasts,
over heaving belly where,
narrow, emerald rivers run,
from pooled, chapped corners,
and trickle to her navel,
gathering in acidic spoonfuls,
for which no sugar cube,
may make such bittersweet.
Sunburnt, soft pink breasts,
over heaving belly where,
narrow, emerald rivers run,
from pooled, chapped corners,
and trickle to her navel,
gathering in acidic spoonfuls,
for which no sugar cube,
may make such bittersweet.
stray lower 
Like the imagery here. Very sensual.
They advertise absinthe in High Times:Really Fucks You Up. Or something like that. ////// I suppose it does / / / So if you go chasing little green fairies beware . . . . / / / /
I don’t quite chase anything. 😉
“I don’t quite chase anything.”
No? Not even the mot juste you’re seemingly so good at catching?
Lol, is it chasing if it comes naturally? 😉
Yes, yes!
Would you like to know why? Because it’s a mindset which no matter how naturally it seems to come to you or anyone who possesses it must at some time be cultivated — and then once cultivated is so thoroughly absorbed into the brain that it becomes something like a way of life. But despite any initial predilection, predisposition,propensity or proclivity, that fundamental desire must come first, and that desire is the chasing.
In literature more than any other art, there’s really no such thing as natural talent.
It reminds me a little of a line from my favorite movie of all-time:
Miller’s Crossing? I’m not aware of this film, but I’ve made a note to find a copy. I very much like that quote, as well. You’ve given me quite a bit to think about… Now, how does one go about cultivating a desire they don’t know they’re cultivating?
Miller’s Crossing — yes. Very nicely done. Tom Regan, the main character, is my favorite character in all of cinema. Why? I’ve asked myself that question many times. It’s because he’s complex, brilliant, in a way, physically reminds me of my father (RIP), and also he’s something more enigmatic, something difficult to pin down. It’s been said — and I agree — that one of the truest tests of good fiction is when you can discuss the characters as if they’re real people — when you can psychologize over them. Tom is the best movie example of this that I’ve found.
“Now, how does one go about cultivating a desire they don’t know they’re cultivating?”
Well, now, that doesn’t quite sound like the typical discussion one finds in comments, and I think to ask that question in such an articulate way is, in large part, to answer it.
My response: by doing what you’re doing, Fountains. How many, for instance, would choose such a beautiful yet relatively obscure passage from “Venus and Adonis” for a tagline?
Haha, it seems you caught me. “Obscure” and “complex” are words I’m quite familiar with. Anyway, I think all of humanity are characters, in a sense. With enough experience, drama, disappointments, or fulfillments we all become caricatures of ourselves eventually.