Posts Tagged ‘writing’

soft moss

soft moss …

the space between

her branches

 

(Julian O’Dea)

After the eyeless dark

After the eyeless dark

of night I can perceive

a tree outside with bare

limbs raised in prayer

for spring and you beside

me with your lips like red

clouds at the promise

of dawn.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

lipstick

lipstick …

dawn with 

red clouds

 

(Julian O’Dea)

The unattractiveness of haughty women

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I don’t find the above image attractive. She is quite literally sticking her nose in the air. I understand that haughty, arrogant women have sometimes been in fashion. Even as far back as the fin de siècle there was the femme fatale (Gustav Klimt’s Judith):

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Some men, in the right mood, may be turned on by domineering, queenly women. But I can’t see this as a healthy impulse. And it is not as if modern women have much to be proud about.

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Hypergamy in one image

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Many romance novels for women have this theme – the social dominance of the man. It helps if he is a doctor or very rich or both. Making him Greek gives him licence to behave more passionately of course. My most amusing title I ever saw on sale was something like “The Billionaire Doctor”.

The Deep

Deep in her but I don’t understand

her any more than a shark knows

the sea except as something to be

in and to be long and predatory

and sustain himself desperately,

always moving, moving, moving.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

Winter Women

With her breasts cosy like little heirloom

cushions handed down from her mother

and her trim, white ankles peering out

like shy mice under her long, long skirt,

she winters again, being from generation

on generation of winter women.

 

(Julian O’Dea)