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PostPosted: Thu Oct 15, 1998 5:08 am 

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A post from Jason prompted my posting of this poem from Ovid's "The Amores: Book 2" - Perhaps some of you men out there can relate to what he writes...

If I heard a voice from heaven say 'Live without loving,'
I'd beg off. Girls are such exquisite hell.
When desire's slaked, when I'm sick of the whole business,
Some kink in my wretched nature drives me back.
It's like riding a hard-mouthed horse, that bolts headlong, foam flying
From his bit, and won't answer the rein-
Or being aboard a ship, on the point of docking, in harbour,
When a sudden squall blows you back out to sea:
That's how the veering winds of desire so often catch me -
Hot Love up to his lethal tricks again.
All right, boy, skewer me. I've dropped my defences,
I'm an easy victim. Why, by now
Your arrows practically know their own way to the target
And feel less at home in their quiver than in me.
I'm sorry for any fool who rates sleep a prime blessing
And enjoys it from dusk to dawn
Night in, night out. What's sleep but cold death's reflection?
Plenty of time for rest when you're in the grave.
My mistress deceives me - so what? I'd rather be lied to
Than ignored. I can live on hope. Today
She'll be all endearments, tomorrow throw screaming tantrums,
Envelop me one night, lock me out the next.
War, like love, is a toss-up. If Mars is inconstant, he gets that
From you, his stepson. You're quite
Unpredictable, Cupid, with your lucky-dip favours,
And more volatile than your own wings.
Maybe you'll hear my appeal, though - your delectable mother
Might help there-and settle in as king of my heart?
Then admit the flighty sex en masse to your dominions
And you'd have guaranteed popularity all round.

Hah! See what you all get for letting women into the dojo!?! Image


PostPosted: Thu Oct 15, 1998 5:42 am 

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You are most definitely an evocative provocative provocateur! Your threads are most excellent!(Ask her how many free lessons this gets you!Ed.)

(Pay no attention to Ed. - Supered.)

Anyway, I guess my only other comment would be like Brer Rabbit says " Oh, please, don't throw me into that most exquisite hell of a briar patch"!!


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PostPosted: Thu Oct 15, 1998 6:57 am 
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Definitely a most devastating surprise attack ! There will be scampering thoughts on tenterhooks and tilting at windmills on wild horses charging at full gallop with drawn lances ! Such is the power of a dojo "Circe " , a sorceress who turned her victims by magic into beasts …a beautiful woman whose charms are so great they cannot be resisted !

Van Canna

PostPosted: Sun Oct 18, 1998 3:17 pm 

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Bravo Doctor X!!!

Two of my all time favourites! I see that the scientist hath sensuous sensibilities!


PostPosted: Mon Oct 19, 1998 6:20 pm 

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Location: Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada
Hello Sensei Lori!

I once had a poetry teacher that said that poetry originated for the express purpose of wooing women. Pretty flattering thought isn't it. All that agony passion despair hate, reverence evoked by the "weaker" sex.

Take care,

PS. Thanks for your response to my thoughts on "Misstress Sensei". It was much appreciated. It's nice to be given a voice and even nicer to be heard.

PostPosted: Tue Oct 20, 1998 5:01 am 

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You are the Ciceronian Trovatore of this forum!

Furthering the thread on Mephistophelian Maidenliness - allow me to add the following from Shakespear`s Antony and Cleopatra:

I should have known no less. It hath been taught us from the primal state
That he which is was wished until he were;
And the ebbed man, ne'er loved till ne'er worth love,
Comes deared by being lacked. This common body,
Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,
Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide,
To rot itself with motion.
Caesar Act I Scene IV

The greater cantle of the world is lost
With very ignorance. We have kissed away Kingdoms and provinces.
On our side like the tokened pestilence
Where death is sure. Yon ribald-rid nag of Egypt
(Whom leprosy o'ertake!) i' the midst o' the fight,
When vantage like a pair of twins appeared,
Both as the same, or rather ours the elder-
The breeze upon her, like a cow in June-
Hoists sails, and flies...
She once being luffed,
The noble ruin of her magic, Antony,
Claps on his sea-wing, and (like a doting mallard)
Leaving the fight in heighth, flies after her.
I never saw an action of such shame.
Experience manhood, honor, ne''er before
Did violate so itself.
Scarus, Act III Scene X

Age cannot wither her nor custom stale
Her infinite variety. Other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies; for vilest things
Become themselves in her, that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish.
Enobarbus, Act II Scene II

Such are the holy exhortations of men!


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PostPosted: Tue Oct 20, 1998 6:18 pm 

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Location: Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada
Doctor X

I do agree. My proffessor did have a rather stilted view of the purpose of poetry. I suppose we all see what we want to see.


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