Experiments in the Art of Mastering None
For as long as I can remember, I have enjoyed creating my own challenges. Generally, this means increasing the level of difficulty inherent in dull or overly simplistic situations by adding extra limits, or constraints, to either my behavior or my thinking. It is my feeling that self-imposed limits, or self-created challenges, can transform rote … Continue reading On Adaptability
Thoughts go the way of the music, Feet sway the way of the crowd. Mouth moves the way of the stillness, Red river stampeding loud. Wet jazz, silt between fingers, Shadows that drift the way of the dunes, I search for your rhythms In atonement for pleasures That vacate the body too soon. … Continue reading The Way of the Music
As I reflect on the material contained in my last several posts, Miss Cherry excluded, I find myself observing a number of interesting shifts in my perspective on this blogging project, especially over the course of the last month. What began as a rather rudimentary and unfettered attempt to apply bits of psychological theory to … Continue reading Re-Arrangements
I first got a seedling of an idea for “Miss Cherry,” a short erotic romance, a few months ago. Below is an excerpt from the beginning. It wasn’t until he’d intercepted the third portion of the manuscript that Rex Lawson decided to write back. It was there, within that volume of unchaptered pages, that the heroine, … Continue reading Miss Cherry, Part I
“Art is the proper task of life.” – Nietzsche Having just returned stateside from a week-long vacation during which I did remarkably little writing—and no blogging—my brain is teeming with ideas. For the last three days, I have been seized by a frenzied urgency to get something out. And yet, I couldn’t place my finger … Continue reading On Being a Work of Art
It may be said that our erotic lives are comprised of the many expressions of our sexual imagination, or, put differently, that eroticism is sexuality transformed by the imagination, sublimated and refined for social consumption. I don’t think that definition is wrong. In fact, I think it’s pretty much right, however incomplete. When we think … Continue reading On the Eroticism of Everyday Life
I began composing the following lines as an introduction to a (now forthcoming) post titled, “On the Eroticism of Everyday Life.” As I wrote it, the section seemed to take on a life of its own and, in its entirety, appears more like a preface to a much larger work than the introduction to a blog … Continue reading The Used Life: An Experiment in Making Meaning
