Just had an experience with this. Interested in how much of the satisfaction comes from aesthetic resonance as opposed to the simple strange triggers that beauty and form can pull to drop you into sort of an awareness freefall.
That's a good question, Jed. I think beauty in all its forms strike me in a sensual way, and the opposite it true too, the sensuality of things I feel--wind on my face, the scent of perfume, the tinkling of my windchimes--strike me as beautiful. That freefall of awareness, as you so beautiful put it. Thank you for coming here and responding, and for the beautiful work you do on your own stack.
Ok. So looking through the looking glass into the land where your imagination sometimes romps, I see the maths that one can be seduced to explore so that each becomes an Odyssey unto itself lasting a lifetime—which may work in universe of eleven dimensional time.
Once the third posting is shared are you going to put the three—a prime number—into a Borromean ring of your reality?
Imagination romps, I love that! Life is an Odyssey, I do agree. Alas, I speak no French, although once a wonderful older man, a French chef who had also run a trading post along the banks of the Amazon River in Brazil, once tried to teach me to speak his language. He gave it up because my accent he said hurt his ears!! LoL.
These poems are wonderful, evocative, and beautifully composed. The wonders of love and sex in all its glory. Two people who love each other and have come together to express their desires and affection should be celebrated.
However, for some reason, our puritanical nation has censored the human body, put shame on a sensual, natural, expressive act between two consenting lovers, and instead worships the gun and glorifies violence in every shape and form. The mind boggles...
Once again, I applaud you for your honesty and vulnerability in sharing these fabulous poems, Deborah.
Thank you, Michael. It's so nice to get these out there to be enjoyed, as I enjoyed creating and extolling them: The wonders of love and sex in all its glory, as you put it. It does seem strange that the physical beauty of love-making is not celebrated as much as the beauty we see in nature, as it is that coupling in all its forms that brings it forth.
Thank you, Michael. It's so nice to get these out there to be enjoyed, as I enjoyed creating and extolling them: The wonders of love and sex in all its glory, as you put it. It does seem strange that the physical beauty of love-making is not celebrated as much as the beauty we see in nature, as it is that coupling in all its forms that brings it forth.
"I find satisfaction in form,
In bare geometric patterns,
In line upon line bisecting line,
In spacious planes spread out and open."
Just had an experience with this. Interested in how much of the satisfaction comes from aesthetic resonance as opposed to the simple strange triggers that beauty and form can pull to drop you into sort of an awareness freefall.
That's a good question, Jed. I think beauty in all its forms strike me in a sensual way, and the opposite it true too, the sensuality of things I feel--wind on my face, the scent of perfume, the tinkling of my windchimes--strike me as beautiful. That freefall of awareness, as you so beautiful put it. Thank you for coming here and responding, and for the beautiful work you do on your own stack.
Wonderful pairing of geometry and art with this pure-hearted expression of erotic love. Darn those finals!
Yes, those finals! That was a fun one to write. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you, Andrew!
Love this mathematics. Is an art formed reveals the certainty of pleasure peace and joy and good love to you
Thank you, Claire! I appreciate that!
Deborah,
Ok. So looking through the looking glass into the land where your imagination sometimes romps, I see the maths that one can be seduced to explore so that each becomes an Odyssey unto itself lasting a lifetime—which may work in universe of eleven dimensional time.
Once the third posting is shared are you going to put the three—a prime number—into a Borromean ring of your reality?
Do you speak French? Just curious. I do not.
Like your poems as I can wrap them around me.
Imagination romps, I love that! Life is an Odyssey, I do agree. Alas, I speak no French, although once a wonderful older man, a French chef who had also run a trading post along the banks of the Amazon River in Brazil, once tried to teach me to speak his language. He gave it up because my accent he said hurt his ears!! LoL.
These poems are wonderful, evocative, and beautifully composed. The wonders of love and sex in all its glory. Two people who love each other and have come together to express their desires and affection should be celebrated.
However, for some reason, our puritanical nation has censored the human body, put shame on a sensual, natural, expressive act between two consenting lovers, and instead worships the gun and glorifies violence in every shape and form. The mind boggles...
Once again, I applaud you for your honesty and vulnerability in sharing these fabulous poems, Deborah.
Thank you, Michael. It's so nice to get these out there to be enjoyed, as I enjoyed creating and extolling them: The wonders of love and sex in all its glory, as you put it. It does seem strange that the physical beauty of love-making is not celebrated as much as the beauty we see in nature, as it is that coupling in all its forms that brings it forth.
Thank you, Michael. It's so nice to get these out there to be enjoyed, as I enjoyed creating and extolling them: The wonders of love and sex in all its glory, as you put it. It does seem strange that the physical beauty of love-making is not celebrated as much as the beauty we see in nature, as it is that coupling in all its forms that brings it forth.