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Geography of Longing
Essays on Writing Erotica
In erotica, you must get as close to life as possible. Work in the theater of now; the instant of each supple movement. Discover the origin of salt in your lovers flesh. Translate each stroke of sublime movement into monument of touch.
You (the writer), must excavate the body of language to create a geography of the beating heart — the pulse, the volcanic heat of lust. In search for the source of fire you must fashion yourself into the Prometheus of carnal knowledge. Each god must envy your grasp of destruction, your source of heaven.
Give me (the reader) the tip of the sword; your words must pierce my sullen, sleepy need to be contained within a body that does not feel beyond the borders of its ordinariness. Let me follow through each serpentine movement of your mind. Trace each path through the doors of desire, that open unto the totality of giving, which is life. Awaken me with death, which is living.
A writer must enchant, as a lover must.
This is what we are doing. We are giving license to desire, shaping its purpose like a stone smoothed for a thousand years under the pull of a river. Giving into the death of the self to revive our souls with the language of life: a vision, which is a body of heat. And in receiving your devotion as a reader, I am entwining…
