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May 23, 2001
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This is wicked. I'm within a stone's throw of the Vatican, and I'm fucking your brains out in a cheap pensione. You're the friend of my boyfriend — there's the sin. My boyfriend's an intellectual, so am I, so are you — but you're dumber. You ask me how I want to do it. On a chair, I say, face to face. In this room, there's a bed — double-sized, sheets all threadbare and damp — and one scuffed, wooden chair. Lucky for us, that's all we need. |
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Commentarium (16 Comments)
Did you people have a camera in my room or something?! I could have sworn we were alone... "WHEN IN ROME..." For those of you who haven't tried this, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE MISSING!
I've never been to Rome, but it sounds great. However, I did do the face to face thing in a chair on a cruise through the Alaskan Inland Passage. I highly recommend both.
I absolutely loved this poem, and the accompanying graphic. Excuse me while I go and find my own chair...
religion and sex seem to go hand In hand, dont they!
A "NERVE" poem
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I am a bit confused. This poem seems utterly artless, and is prominently displayed on the main page of nerve.com, with other stupid sex stuff. I got to nerve.com by removing the rest of the link to a very interesting and thought-provoking article I read, quite professionally written, about a medical disorder and its ramifications on the lives of people. Can someone email me the "point" of nerve.com? Is this a men's perverted magazine, or an intellectual haven? email apoetrob@aol.com
Boing! thanks i needed that.
A fine poem - spare, austere, like sanded and scrubbed wood, like the chair I imagine reading the poem. It conjures up the grain and texture of experienced life in a way that binds observed visuals and the emotional feel, and a sort of ethical reality.
good imagery.sparse but not unenjoyable reminds me of my moments in the chair(or rather,on top of the chair,er..)
I enjoyed the amazing economy of words to describe such a charged 'incident' .
The pleasure lies in our re-living of similar incidents thru the trigger of those words .
Was thinking of you, but not literally at all. Just thinking about you when I read this.
It's always best to eschew the thread bare, delightful.
ok
Perfectly terse. I can feel the heat on my neck.
Now you say something