Archive for July, 2007

A meeting of erotic consequence

I met this Greek god in 2005. Dyonissos and flesh. Ivy, vines, maenads laughing.

 A complete stranger that your heart refuses to love, enjoys its cruel freedom.

One day, I saw him in the distance. Two almost strangers, advancing to each other. Closer. Closer. A few centimeters between us, defying politeness. My eyes gray, his dark. Observing his skin. Knowing that I am blowing golden life into a mere human and not caring.

“Hi. You’re also here. (YOU MAKE ME WANT TO)”

“Yes. (TO YOU I BLOOM LIKE LILIES)”

Humming electrons between us, running, clashing, biting. The freedom of our other bodies.

Remedia Amoris

This is too incredibly incredible not to quote here.

From the author of Amores, Metamorphoses and Tristia, allow me to present you the cure for love, courtesy of Wikipedia:

“In this poem, Ovid offers advices and strategies to avoid being hurt by love feelings , or to fall out of love, with a stoician overtone. Such strategies include:

To leave your partner:

Trying to quit loving before the feeling becomes too important
Trying to be as busy as you can, e.g. with work
Travelling and trying to avoid familiar places that remind you of your relationship
Having many affairs, or at least another affair to forget the previous one
Trying to have sex in an unpleasant way
Focusing on the unpleasant body parts/physical flaws of the partner
Trying to focus on all unfortunate things that happen because of the relationship, such as material issues
Avoiding staying by yourself
Avoiding places where you can see couples

After leaving your partner:

Avoiding all contact with her and with her familly and relatives
When explaining why you broke up, avoiding giving details
Trying to be as silent as you can on your relationship when it’s over
If you know you are going to see your ex-partner again, avoiding trying to look nice for the occasion
Forgetting about any chances in the future for the relationship to start again
Burning letters/portraits of your partner
Avoiding theatre plays or poetries idealizing the concept of love
Convicing yourself that you don’t have any rival, to avoid jealousy. According to Ovid, jealousy is one of the main reason why people stay in love.
Avoiding to stop in front of the door of your ex partner’s house, and picturing it as an awful place bringing only misfortune.
Avoiding certain kind of food
Avoiding drinking alcohol in moderation. Instead, do not drink at all or drink abusively”

Bottoms up to Latin poets who died in exile on the shore of my sea.

Hang there like fruit, my soul

Like a peach, clutching lovingly a bough.

He was a Casanova among lepers, the man I knew in what seems to be another life. Today, I recreate some fragments of him, the way a writer evokes a character. My mind turned to him randomly, with the metallic curiosity of strict machines to men from the past. 

The lepers showed him palms and elbows, opened eager wailing mouths to him. He was sure of their adoration and it disgusted him at the same time. He enjoyed this world of soft white disease for making him feel worthy; yet the hands reaching out to his desirable body rendered him chaste like a monk. Waiting for Our Lady.

In me, he enjoyed the inversion. Perhaps. My attributes turned him into a leper, twisted his Caliban head to a mirror. He knew the disgust to lepers well; he had harboured it for so long. When I turned my Byzantine icon eyes to him, he imagined I would feel the same dark disgust. The world as will and representation. Lethargically, he drowned in the image of his lepers, getting to know them on the inside. He saw his own eyes in mine. A stage of mirrors, victims and torturers, in which I played for some months.

To him, I think I was light and little hell. A definition to carefully tuck away.