Eroticism in Art and Literature

2009-09-13T14:09:00.004+01:00

life sometimes gets too overwhelming that i just want a man to rain upon me Pamela A. Babusci pub. in Notes from the Gean 2009

2009-09-13T14:02:00.006+01:00

blood-red stilettos the power i feel in them the power i surrender when removed Pamela A. Babusci pub. in Notes from the Gean 2009

Essays explore new perspectives about nature of love and erotic desire

2009-06-30T23:03:00.017+01:00

by Jennifer CarnigJohnny Cash was not known for his philosophical insight, but when he compared being in love to falling into a “Ring of Fire,” he may have been on to something.In Erotikon: Essays on Eros, Ancient and Modern, a new collection of articles just published by the University Press, two-dozen of the world’s leading scholars—half of whom are Chicago faculty members—take on the subject

Profane Love and Erotic Art in the Italian Renaissanc

2009-05-17T22:34:00.008+01:00

"Cameo cup fragment with lovemaking scene [Roman] (81.10.349)". In Heilbrunn Timeline of Art History. New York: The Metropolitan Museum of Artby Linda Wolk-SimonIn the intellectually sophisticated milieu of Renaissance Rome, as elsewhere in Italy in the sixteenth century in the decades before the Counter-Reformation, the sacred and the profane were not distinct or separate realms, but rather two

Even long after my death

2009-03-16T14:01:00.004Z

Even long after my death Long after your death I want to torture you. I want the thought of me to coil around your body like a serpent of fire without burning you. I want to see you lost, asphyxiated, wander in the murky haze woven by my desires. For you, I want long sleepless nights filled with the roaring tom-tom of storms Far away, invisible, unknown Then, I want the nostalgia of my presence

Wild and Unrelenting

2009-03-03T16:44:00.004Z

I still borrow your image in the darkness laying it across the proficiency of my fingers weaving a fantasy with the loom of longing. A wild and unrelenting storm I am in the quiet that awaits dawn. Satiated with satisfaction ; a spent frame quivering like a bow. You play me to perfection with my own touch. In spellbinding creating you wave your ebony magic across my ivory intention and I spill

Ovid's Amores

2009-02-24T13:29:00.009Z

Book I Elegy V: Corinna in an Afternoon Trans. by J. Lewis May [1930]'TWAS summer, and already past the hour of noon. I flung myself on my couch to rest my limbs. My windows were but half open. The light of my chamber was like the light of the woods, or like the glow which follows after sunset; or father, like the twilight that comes between departing night and dawning day. Such is the light

The Role of Kama Sutra in a Relationship

2008-11-04T17:27:00.009Z

By Charles Moffat - 2008.In our youth the schooling system tries to explain how sex works, the anatomy of the body and the importance of using protection such as condoms/the Pill. But there is no time scheduled to discuss the actual mechanisms of sex, foreplay, positions or even matters of romance.So instead we get our information from "more experienced" friends, from the mass media, from books,

In Spooned Satisfaction

2008-11-03T10:17:00.009Z

by Pam L. (aka mysticgamekeeper) He nudged against me with remembered movements, sliding himself unto my small frame fitting perfectly into the familiar spaces on my receptive skin. Awakening me with the warmth and the weight of his need. Heartbeat to heartbeat as mine sped up to catch his galloping rhythm; flesh to flesh he pulls me from my midnight sleep with a white hot hand of slippery

Eroticism in Advertising

2008-10-31T19:39:00.013Z

By Charles Moffat - 2008.We all know sex sells, but how far will people go to sell a product? In some cases its more like pornography and I will give you an example.When I was 18 years old I worked in a welding shop building grain buggies and snowblowers and as typical of such a blue collar workplace the men working there had pinups posted on the walls. One of the pinups was of a rather busty

Tanka

2008-10-30T19:59:00.013Z

Politics & Eroticism in the Work of Charles Moffat

2008-10-30T09:23:00.011Z

By Charles Moffat - 2008. Eroticism in my art is a tricky matter. For me its important to never be sexist, or if I am make it overt so it becomes a blunt statement about stereotypes/etc. Thus portraying the female body in an erotic fashion is a tricky matter because I was long ago labeled a feminist artist. I don't see myself as just a feminist artist however. I am also a political artist and I

A Philosophy of Erotic Visual Art

2008-10-23T09:52:00.009+01:00

An analytic, philosophical essay about the aesthetic question: What are the elements that make good erotic art good art and also erotic? - by Rick GarlikovThis essay is a sequel to "A Philosophy of Photography and Some Visual Art In General", and it presupposes some of the ideas explained there. …….I have been fascinated with the question of what makes a painting or photograph seem erotic. For

Tonight the Moon

2008-10-12T16:08:00.006+01:00

tonight the moon is devoid of lovers to view it & fall in love with it's pure white moonbeams and, i am lost in a past reverie, lost in a hurricane of kisses like a beggar craving longing starving for violet intimacy for blue dangling love juices i go down to the river of pastel passions flowing with the current flowing against the current i ride the rapids like an expert who never falls

2008-10-02T10:46:00.007+01:00

a mouse clicking on the inbox speaks of love inside the box thoughts of love -turn to lust at the cybercafe she writes giddy verse lust- moist

2008-08-13T12:29:00.007+01:00

2008-08-09T20:34:00.004+01:00

Pomegranate Stained lips on billet-doux Red suffused screen A wanton dream Parades undressed, proud. How it weeps, the dark Sommnolent at dusk Scent of succulent red fruit 0h.... how hard we are! Copyright © Beatrice V 2007

Two to Tango

2008-07-25T13:36:00.007+01:00

plucking her eyebrows the crescent moon a myriad of stars he brings her day-old flowers two to tango her rhinestone ankle bracelet shatters the feel of stain sheets his roughness whispering sweet nothings a note in her journal morning breaks he leaves via the fire escape winter wind airing out his left behind boxers Pamela A. Babusci First published in Raw Nervz Haiku VII:4 2001-2002

Wet Moon French Kisses

2008-07-25T12:59:00.008+01:00

wet moon french kisses room service for two strawberries & whipped cream do not disturb sign foreign maid enters anyway painters on the seine trying to imitate monet still hungry for each other we feed croissants to the pigeons back at the hotel a sprig of lilacs across my breast french kisses wet moon Pamela A. Babusci First published in Raw Nervz Haiku VI:3 2001

Bridal Mysticism

2008-07-07T19:47:00.011+01:00

The Ecstasy of Saint Theresa (of Avila) by Gian Lorenzo Bernini (1598-1680) It has long been maintained that mystical ecstasy, also called Bridal Mysticism -achieving "Union with God, or the Beloved" is sublimated sexual desire. As a state of consciousness it can be said to be an altered state (as being in love is) which so called mystics (e.g. St Teresa de Avila) attained though prayer,

2008-07-04T12:41:00.007+01:00

EROTIC TANKA

2008-07-03T13:49:00.003+01:00

wiping off my lipstick i taste your mouth... will you long for me tonight when you are as distant as the milky way? Pamela A. Babusci First published in American Tanka Fall 1997 i am as restless as the wind while you sleep like a floating waterlily... how i pine for the return of your affection Pamela A. Babusci First published in American Tanka Spring 1999 your suffocating love--

EROTIC TANKA

2008-06-24T22:25:00.001+01:00

silent bedroom whispers linger in my hair... before you leave one more cup to fill me Pamela A. Babusci First published in Five Lines Down 1995 i am a prisoner in this snowflake melt me Pamela A. Babusci First published in Five Lines Down 1995 at dawn my aching limbs my wanton heart... somehow, somewhere you invaded me Pamela A. Babusci First published in Five Lines Down

Senryu (or erotic haiku)

2008-05-14T21:10:00.000+01:00

the nude mannequinin the dress shop window... looks away(Cor van den Heuvel)

What Poets Do......

2008-05-07T17:14:00.003+01:00

Your words prick me with pen, And sword and scalpel. They tear the flesh from my heartache; They raise welts on the horizon of my humour. You leave your mark, droppings of meaning Amid my quiet mornings and my lazy midnight meanderings. The cohesion of syllable and song. Two spirits aching experience found lingering on the same note, hidden in the branches of nouns and adjectives, the leaves