Baby, It's Cold Outside: Perhaps it's unethical - well, it's certainly incestuous - to draw your attention to one of
madamjujujive's great links on
quonsar's brilliant
Meepzorp blog ("
Where, thank the Lord, it is always Friday" -
Christian Science Monitor, 18.12.76). But what about linking two?
Bouncing Baby and
Gulp are two great Flash pieces that address the question of nurture; motherhood; the oral nature of pleasure; the ontology of fuzzy gratification; the metaphysics of the transition from womb to nipple and other meretricious bullshit justifications for fun.
posted by Carlos Quevedo
on Feb 7, 2003 -
3 comments
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
The Collected Poems Of William Butler Yeats
posted by y2karl
on Nov 3, 2002 -
87 comments
