The quote:
“My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
~ Falsely yours”
― Charles Bukowski
Yves (& sometimes Laura) present intriguing, enigmatic, and amorphous (all meant in a positive, praising way) collages for us to “solve,” “resolve,” interpret in our own ways. This week’s collage, #30, is no less so than other weeks. My response is a PG+ I think
Radio Static
your memory washes
over me like the sweat
and musk of our lovemaking
your voice echoing
in the throes of organism
comes as radio static on own luxuria
your touch cold
from the graves of our couplings
still arches my back, thrusts me forward
your stare aches
rakes me like falcon’s talons
cuts free the bleeding and caged bird
your crime safe
my lust at first sight of you
thus my death at first light
September 25, 2016 at 5:27 pm
Great exploration of the collage Frilly….those images take us to interesting places don’t they…
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September 25, 2016 at 7:30 pm
When I was pasting the image into my writing template, the opening “your memory washes/over me like the sweat/and musk of our lovemaking” spoke itself in my head. The rest just wrote. (toned down a bit). I hadn’t read yours yet.
I think you better captured the essence, the musk of the collage than I did. Yours an erotic unconditional love poem with lust and joy, and mine about the sadnesses of the aftermath of a brief encounter, or a meaningless relationship.
Complete, true love versus false, obsessed love.
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September 25, 2016 at 7:52 pm
As I said before its just how the words flowed once I found a thread to follow…
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September 25, 2016 at 8:54 pm
I love the thread you found, how the words flow; this is now one of my favourites.
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