Saturday, May 30, 2009
This is probably my favorite all-time poem. I use to have a copy of it hanging on a metal grid (with picture postcards) in my kitchen.
Philemon and Baucis
love without shadows - W.C.W.
Two trunks like bodies, bodies like twined trunks
Supported by their wooden hug. Leaves shine
In tender habit at the extremities.
Truly each other's, they have embraced so long
Their barks have met and wedded in one flow
Blanketing both. Time lights the handsome bulk.
The gods were grateful, and for comfort given
Gave comfort multiplied a thousandfold.
Therefore the couple leached into the soil
The differences prolonged through their late vigour
That kept their exchanges salty and abrasive,
And found, with loves balancing equally,
Full peace of mind. They put unease behind them
A long time back, a long time back forgot
How each woke separate through the pale grey night,
A long time back forgot the days when each
- Riding the other's nervous exuberance -
Knew the slow thrill of learning how to love
What, gradually revealed, becomes itself,
Expands, unsheathes, as the keen rays explore:
Invented in the continuous revelation.
They have drifted into a perpetual nap,
The peace of trees that all night whisper nothings.
~ Thom Gunn, The Man With Night Sweats
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Although the court split 6-1 on the constitutionality of Proposition 8, the justices were unanimous in deciding to keep intact the marriages of as many as 18,000 gay couples who exchanged vows before the election. The marriages began last June, after a 4-3 state high court ruling striking down the marriage ban last May.
California Supreme Court Upholds Prop 8 - says 18,000 gay marriages already performed still valid!
It's a step.
Friday, May 22, 2009
The ad image isn't actually linked to anything, but my God! Those bodies and that kiss!
It's Friday! And I don't have to work tonight. Woot! Now, if only I could get hot, humpy men to move me into my new apartment and fuck the hell out of me afterwards! ;)
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Cleve Jones, via Towleroad:
Across the country, a new generation of LGBT leaders is rising up, learning how to organize, speak out and fight back. These young activists reject compromise and delay; “the tranquilizing drug of gradualism,” described so aptly by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. They are demanding nothing less than full equality under the law for LGBT people in all fifty states.
One hundred pansies have been planted in memory of gay murder victim Michael Causer outside his family home in Knowsley.
In other news, Georgia School District Rules that Bullycide Victim Jaheem Herrera was not bullied.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Larry Kramer has a new piece over at Huffington Post:
That does not mean that men did not know they were gay (to use today's word), know what to do with their cocks, know when they were smitten with other men, know where to go to find them, know what it meant to get violently rejected, or the reverse, find a friend, in other words, the whole gestalt, to use another of today's terms. A penis has never been something that you pick up and put down and put away idly without consideration.
This is a neat little book: 90 novels (some classic, some not) reduced to one page of comic/graphic novel. It is less for people in a hurry but rather for people who love witty reads.
I read the first book in this series when I was in junior high: For Love of Mother-Not. And for a blooming gay boy with mother-abandonment issues, it hit the spot.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
I did find one quote from The Little Stranger that I really liked. It is a description of a sitting room and in looking for an image of a sitting room that fit with the image in my head, I did a Google Image search for these terms "victorian attic sitting room." Said search came up with the above hot emo boy.
Of course 'little', as I'd already realised, was a relative term at Hundreds Hall. The room was about thirty feet deep and twenty wide, and it was decorated in a rather hectic manner, with more moulded detail on its ceiling and walls, and an imposiing marble fireplace. As in the passage, however, much of the detail was chipped or cracked, or had been lost completely. The floorboards, humped and creaking, were covered with overlapping threadbare rugs. A sagging sofa was half hidden by tartan blankets. Two worn velvet wing-backed chairs stood close to the hearth, and sitting on the floor beside one of them was a florid Victorian chamber-pot, filled with water for the dog.
And yet, somehow, the essential loveliness of the room stood out, like the handsome bones behind a ravaged face. The scents were all of summer flowers: sweet-pea, mignonette, and stock. The light was soft and mildly tinted, and seemed held, really embraced and held, by the pale walls and ceiling. (17)
I started Distant Train and could barely get through 20 pages of it. Here, I'd rather blame the translation rather than the author himself. The story was unfocused and I think would have done well with an editor - much like a later Tori Amos album.
I was therefore thankful when Sarah Water's The Little Stranger came in, thinking, with what I've heard of Tipping the Velvet and Fingersmith, that I'd found something new worth the effort. However, just a few pages in I felt I was trapped inside a Masterpiece Theatre that was itself trapped in jello. Here, I'd rather believe that I'm at fault - simply not ready for Sarah Water's writing.
So, I'm bringing these books back to the library and moving on. I was going to start on...
...but on my way back to work from lunch, I ran into my friend Janet in the lobby. She immediately started telling me about a book called Hannah's Dream and by the end of the telling, her eyes were wet with tears, and she was saying how she'd contacted the author. Just her passion in the telling of this book was very high praise, so I'm probably going to read that next.