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DIRTY TALK. Dirty talking shadows indimly-lit, smoke-filled barsstir restless gonads tosuggestion, propositionand sweet, nasty lies.The scent of body sweatmingles with department storeperfume like oil and water,leather and silk —unlikely, yet strangely magnetic.Oh yeah …I love the way the lieexuding from your posing stancebinds my wrists and genitals,pulling me to my knees;demanding nameless submission.Across the distance…
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Vou-te foder; e tu sabes muito bem disso. (Vou-te foder.) Sim. Eu vou transar com você… je vais juste t’enculer … Não há outra maneira de sair dessa situação difícil. A tumescência constante é quase incontrolável. Onde quer que eu esteja, tudo o que faço – penso em você… e, bem, você sabe o que.…
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WHORE. 1) Whore. Titaina … the one who fears spirits … is not impressed by the stiff-lipped and well-dressed Frenchmen, or the Demis; to her they are the horsemen of the Apocalypse. She is no more enamoured of her own countrymen, living in slums and working for the ‘white man’ as servants to the God…
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FEATURING EXPLICIT CONTENTS. ” tu sais : je vais juste t’enculer …” ( Cette œuvre est dédiée à toi, cher B. ) (New erotic gay poetry, in French, English, Spanish and Norwegian.) ohhhhh, my sexy french white boy! my attraction to you is much like the movement of clouds: often majestic and calm, while sometimes…
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Old … but still good and relevant. After surviving seven decades on this rock I am both shocked and relieved when referred to as “Sir”, and lovingly as “Dad”, “Grandpa”. I am currently recovering from a life-threatening illness, which puts an existential twist on even everyday trivialities. It also reawakens memories from my rich past;…
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Dance with me. a good south african red wine, caesar salad and vegetable pie, poetry flowing freely from an endless cognitive-emotional waterfall, yet unfinished oil paintings haunting me with outrageous suggestions, and — in the background — a delicious recording of “Valses nobles et sentimentales” (my old war horse from my years as a classical…
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Dizem que uma piada muito boa pode durar uma eternidade. Jurei a Leonardo que manteria nosso segredo enquanto vivêssemos, e assim o fiz. Mas não era um grande segredo. As pessoas eram geralmente ingênuas e estúpidas naquela época e, surpreendentemente, a maioria das pessoas ainda não consegue entender isso hoje. Vou lhe dar uma grande…
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El Tantra de Rodo (1). Les paraules teves tocaven el meu cor…i aleshores em van donar una erecció;un foc que només tu pots extingir. El Tantra de Rodo (2). Aquestes paraules romàntiqueses follen la meva ment …sense vergonya;i els nostres focs artificialsdominen els meus pensaments:Ahhh… el teu cul, la meva llengua. Ahi, què ric. Prepara’t!…
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Versos eròtics. els teus llavis …els teus llavis. em donen els somnis de la mamada perfecta. deliciós! ai! que ric! que ric és!vaig a fotre’t; i tu ho saps molt bé. (he de fotre’t.) cony … maricon …quin improperi eliminat t’excita més?Digues-m’ho… necessito saber-ho.Em burlaré de tu fins que em facis callar i em lliuris…
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Com un lladre a la nit,em vas robar el cor… i arahe trobat novament l’amor propi. https://www.ranker.com/list/gay-authors-list-of-famous-lgbt-writers/kron34
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Carta eròtica. Primer, comencem amb un petó a la boca, per obrir la porta del teu temple sagrat. Només una vegada. El sexe sempre comença així, amor meu. Mentre et lligo els canells a l’esquena, et beso suaument el coll i les espatlles, i després penetro les teves orelles dolces amb la meva llengua, abans…
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Art is constantly changing, according to many factors; and as perceptions of the Human Condition have changed over time, so has Art. The presentation of subjective/objective figurative art reflecting “inside looking outward vs. outside looking inward” has also changed over time in relation to the theme, style, and techniques used. The attainment of more knowledge invariably…
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So, who is Johan? A few months ago I was sitting at a popular uptown wine bar in Oslo, before attending a jazz recital at the Italian Cultural Institute. A well-dressed and well-spoken young man at a nearby table introduced himself and struck up a boundless conversation. Unusual for Norwegians, he and I both are…
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NB. Si tratta di un work-in-progress sperimentale. Vengono aggiunte continuamente nuove voci. Questa raccolta di testi individuali non è stata pensata per essere un romanzo, ma tutti insieme possono dare un’idea delle esperienze di vita di Anna in un particolare periodo della sua vita. Questi testi sono scritti a volte in terza persona, a volte…
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A história de Vabbè. Anna acabou de colocar Agosto, seu bebê, no berço e se aconchegou ao lado de Santos. Ele a beijou e disse: “Então ele finalmente está dormindo?!!! ” “Sim”, respondeu Anna. “E eu nem precisei enriquecer a mamadeira dele com cachaça.” Santos olhou para ela com um olhar que denotava desânimo. Anna…
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We may live in “modern times”, but racism never seems to change. In 2005 I published a controversial poem entitled “Modern Times and the Old Negro”. The poem was (and still is) controversial because it speaks to how easily we get used to the status quo and eventually see it as a comfort — despite…
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SEE PHOTO-DOCUMENTATION OF STREET ART / GRAFFITI IN OSLO, NORWAY: Street art images from the Frogner neighbourhood (Oslo). Street images from the Grünerløkka and Gamle Oslo neighbourhoods (Oslo). Documenting the street art of The London Police in Oslo Documenting the street art of Logan Hicks, Shepard Fairey, Martin Whatson, Faile…
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A great celebration in Oslo to mark my 70th birthday. Everyone was picked up in a limousine and driven to Keyser Social restaurant where we were treated like royalty with Asian Fusion cuisine (13 courses), wine pairings, and great service. It was a night to remember. And a special shout out to all my good…
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DEZ POEMAS. 1. Esperei por quinze anos. Não fui solteiro e não estive sozinho ou solitário. Mas esperei por este momento por um longo tempo. Durante todo esse tempo, não comi nada além de minhas fantasias e sonhos – de de você e de mim. E agora, estou morrendo de fome… sim, faminto como um…
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“Un bambino così brutto e incoerente che solo sua madre potrebbe amarlo. Un pasto abbondante che lascia insoddisfatti e ancora affamati. Una battaglia per il controllo tra il lato destro e quello sinistro del cervello”. Tutte queste reazioni immediate e grossolane potrebbero sembrare valide a livello viscerale, ma il disagio che si prova nel portare…
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DEATH POEM … (a story about gay suicide) Death Poem is dedicated to the many gay men, all around the world, who take their lives each year .. because they cannot cope with not being accepted for who and what they are….. DEATH POEM: the story of Keiji and Ichiro. PART ONE: ICHIRO’S…
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Dear Body It is perhaps time for us to talk — you know, about the elephant in the room. Yes, about aging. You see, I have been thinking… thinking about the many times that I have encouraged you to stop complaining about aches and pains, tiredness, physical stress, colds, flu etc. I was always whispering…
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Lettera fittizia di Salai agli ammiratori del ritratto della Gioconda. Si dice che una battuta veramente buona possa durare un’eternità. Giurai a Leonardo che avrei mantenuto il nostro segreto finché avessimo vissuto, e lo feci. Ma non era un granché come segreto. La gente era generalmente ingenua e stupida a quei tempi, e sorprendentemente la…
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PUTAIN. 1) Putain. Titaina … celui qui craint les esprits …n’est pas impressionné par lesfrançais guindés et tirés à quatre épingles, ou par lesdemis; pour elle ils sont les cavaliers de l’apocalypse;elle n’est plus amoureuse de ses compatriotes,qui vivent dans les taudis et travaillent pour l’homme blanccomme domestiques, servant le dieu du matérialisme,trahissent les traditions…
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E mi piace. Mi piaci.Non c’è altro modo per dirlo:Semplicemente ti adoro!Giorno e notte.Dall’albaal tramonto.Nei miei sogni.Sono stregato da te.Non c’è scampo.E lo amo.E mi piace. Non essere sciocco. Non essere sciocco.Non resistere.Avvicinati a me,con gli occhispalancati.Rilasciate le cateneche ti legano. Baciami, sciocco. Baciami!Solo questo momento…Abbiamo solo questo momento.Una pausa da soli, senza fiato.Un momento…
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Per prima cosa, iniziamo con un bacio sulla bocca, per aprire la porta del vostro tempio sacro. Solo una volta. Il sesso inizia sempre così, amore mio. Mentre ti lego i polsi dietro la schiena, ti bacio delicatamente il collo e le spalle, e poi penetro le tue dolci orecchie con la lingua, prima di…
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Carta erótica. Primeiro, começamos com um beijo na boca, para abrir a porta do vosso templo sagrado. Só uma vez. O sexo começa sempre assim, meu amor. Enquanto te amarro os pulsos atrás das costas, beijo-te suavemente o pescoço e os ombros, e depois penetro nas tuas doces orelhas com a minha língua, antes de…
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Accidenti! Sei così sexy…da dietro;con la tua figura perfetta,la gonna corta e aderente,i capelli biondi lunghi fino alle spalleche rimbalzano contro il tuosodo, ma non troppo muscolosespalle, mandando il miosguardo lascivo versoil ritmico movimentodelle tue deliziose natiche.E penso, quasi ad alta voce“Che delizioso esemplaredi giovane donna sexy!”…mentre accelero il passoper superarti ee mi preparo a…
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DIRTY TALK. Dirty talking shadows in dimly-lit, smoke-filled bars stir restless gonads to suggestion, proposition and sweet, nasty lies. The scent of body sweat mingles with department store perfume like oil and water, leather and silk — unlikely, yet strangely magnetic. Oh yeah … I love the way the lie exuding from your posing stance…
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“Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo” (“Ti sodomizzerò e ti scoperò in faccia”) — Da Catullo (Carmen) 16, una poesia eroticamente esplicita di Gaio Valerio Catullo (84 a.C. circa – 54 a.C. circa). La traduzione inglese completa è stata pubblicata solo nel XX secolo. Mi sono imbattuto per caso in questa canzone (dell’ex moglie di Jeff…
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GLAMOUR. Walking the fine line between glamour and sobriety … taking care not to fall between the cracks … not to believe in the darkness of the daylight alone, away from the glitter of champagne cocktail nights, designer jackets, tastefully-torn jeans and uncomfortable shoes. The music must not stop; shine the camera on me just…
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OF PRIESTS … AND MONSTERS. CHAPTER TEN (FROM “ENTRE NOUS”): Several days later, in New York City. Mariusz was deeply buried in his writing. The Chelsea Corner Cafe was fairly empty as most working people had already gotten their morning coffee and breakfast to go, and were either sitting at their desks at their jobs…
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“Lettera al popolo italiano”, del Duce. Miei amati connazionali, presto ci lasceremo. Anche se non siamo riusciti a realizzare il nostro sogno di far rivivere il glorioso Impero, abbiamo dimostrato ancora una volta di essere un popolo fatto della migliore stoffa disponibile. Abbiamo colto il nostro sogno, abbiamo lavorato duramente, abbiamo sopportato i sacrifici necessari…
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first … three beautiful poems by Rumi (13th century): … and the lovely «May you be blessed»: Ahhhh … Tonight this dervish shall embrace the Wine Seller, and dance in the flames of drunkenness with my Lover. qaddasa Allahu sirrahu … I too smell the perfume, Master, and I am not far behind you. We…
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La storia di Vabbè. Anna ha appena messo Agosto, il suo bambino, nella culla e si accoccola a Santos. Lui la baciò e le disse: “Allora finalmente dorme?!!! ” “Sì”, rispose Anna. “E non ho nemmeno dovuto arricchire il suo biberon di latte con la grappa. ” Santos la guardò con uno sguardo che tradiva…
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ESSAY ABOUT THE HAIKU PUBLISHED BY THE WORLD HAIKU ASSOCIATION World Haiku 2008, No. 4: a multilingual collection of contemporary haiku from around the world. (Published by Schichigatsudo Publishing, Tokyo, Japan, ISBN 978-4-87944-117-1, $15, €13, 2008, 230 pages, softcover, edited by Ban’ya Natsuishi for the World Haiku Association) This year’s edition of World Haiku (the…
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ESSAY ABOUT THE HAIKU OF SAYUMI KAMAKURA SAYUMI KAMAKURA: the timelessness of the veil behind the veil behind the veil. Literary criticism based on “A Crown of Roses”, a haiku collection by Sayumi Kamakura, published by Cyberwit (India), 2007, 70 pages, ISBN 978-81-8253-090-4, and “A Singing Blue: 50 Selected Haiku”, published by Ginyu Press (Japan), 2000,…
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Adam Donaldson Powell’s preface to the haiku collection “Flying Pope”, by Ban’ya Natsuishi: A MODERN MASTER OF HAIKU PAINTS THE COLLECTIVE CONSCIENCE. A gong sounds somewhere in the distance, and in the silence that ensues the reverberations of the collective conscience precipitate a collage of impressions that are at once familiar, and yet far beyond…
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APHORISM: seventeen random syllables don’t always add up to a haiku. – Adam Donaldson Powell (from “Rapture: endings of space and time”). The novice struggles to make pretty feet dance in the wind, while the haiku of the master yawn and stretch toward infinity … like a century-old bonsai. – Adam Donaldson Powell Photo and…
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Art. Sun-dipped arrows propelled from the archer’s bowrain upon clouds of illusion with great moderation,thus revealing a splendiferous prism of multi-coloredlight gracefully emerging on the horizon.Sadly, the wisdom of action and consequence symbolizedby this beautiful phenomenon escapes both dreamerand planner – who, for all their brain-activity,cannot see the forest for the trees. The Tarot is…
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Stabat mater dolorosa … Kyrie eleison. verily, those blinded by bigotry and hatred risk suffering nature’s final disgrace upon death:having their eyeballs gouged out by blackbirds. Kyrie eleison. such is a fitting revenge for atrocities advocated and committed against mankind, nature and the dignity of the Divine Plan. Kyrie eleison. to continually refuse to care about the cruel consequences of one’s own ignorance istruly both the original and…
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