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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Ursula was and always will be in my heart (I forgive her indiscretions; and we both knew she was too old for me) though not my first love. Henry’s daughter (vacuous pseudo intellectual, communist) in “Cat Ballou” … No. When I first knew what love was, I was in the third grade, and my first date was at her suggestion: “I collect pennies, too.” … But, then it wasn’t as well defined as when I first saw Natalie in “Miracle …”. … Funny, how later when I was enjoying the “friendship” of almost a handful, from various backgrounds and all generous to a fault, … I was taken with and married a friend who later shared her childhood picture from when she was four – seemingly at first impression all of aura of Natalie’s charm without the precociousness but … more brilliant.
Yet, if I had not been so blessed, with the experience and good sense I now possess (while I am yet confident in my ability to fulfill a wide range of dreams), if in the next life I cannot be reunited with my wife, … I’d like to see if Cyd Charisse and I might not be able to find a loving relationship.
Ah…Cyd Charrise!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2ytvJxTjTU
-just a nice, old-fashioned mohel.
Wow – that Banarama video sent me down an interweb rabbit hole – thanks of course to that spunky cutie on the far right – Siobhan Fahey. Fahey apparently “married Dave Stewart of Eurythmics in 1987; the couple divorced in 1996” and have 2 kids together. “Fahey has two younger sisters, Máire (who played Eileen in the video of the 1982 song “Come On Eileen”, a hit for Dexys Midnight Runners)”. The more you know! Lol
I was always partial to “Cruel Summer” by them. Great song. “It was ranked number 44 on VH1’s 100 Greatest Songs of the ’80s.[2] Billboard named the song #13 on their list of 100 Greatest Girl Group Songs of All Time.[3]” ….” After an exhausting morning shooting (the video) in the city (NYC) in brutal August heat, the band returned to the tavern for lunch. They made the acquaintance of some local dockworkers, who, upon learning of their situation, shared vials of cocaine with them. “That was our lunch,” said Fahey, who had never tried the drug before. “When you watch that video, we look really tired and miserable in the scenes we shot before lunch, and then the after-lunch shots are all euphoric and manic.”[5]”. Lol again!
Thank you for the Bananarama version. 👍🏻
It is the GOLD standard, after all.
Shocking Blue for me.
Come come, do I have to explain to you the obvious benefits of the Trinity?
A Bond Girl (they were called “girls” back then, and it was fine) who, unironcally, might cut your NuZz off for little provocation. Back when the Cold War was dangerous, and sex was safe.
God, I miss those days.
(Cue the John Barry, Monty Norman theme).
Whatever Ursula wants, Ursula gets!
Now, to clean up this coffee nose explosion I just had…
The boomer standard will always be the 1969 original version by the dutch group Shocking Blue . (Venus — by Robbie van Leeuwen ) . The way Miriska Veres sang lyrics as “chore desire” is forever burnt into my bong receptors.
Then again , the classic 1967 poster of Rachel Welsh (Fathom) rising from the sea hung on my wall in the pre black-light poster days. Posters of Honey Ryder (Ursula Andress) from Dr. No were scarce to be found ; yet “SHE” was demandingly luscious in 1965 with an unforgettable S&M dip into the flames.
Botticellis’ Venus model Simonetta Vespucci was virginal, but I swing towards the full curved buttocks of the Velasquez /Rokeby Venus. (I have been tempted by Goyas’ Venus, slutty as she is, but Goya faced the Inquisition because of her) https://i.etsystatic.com/19024656/r/il/2ffdd6/2324365952/il_794xN.2324365952_tlif.jpg
No. Just no.
“La Maja Desnuda”. Goya ruffled a lot of feathers when he painted her.
If we are talking about stunning women of the memorable past, then Jill Goodacre from Victoria Secret rags in the early 90s has to be in the Top 10 of my lifetime. Anyone who knows me knows I prefer brown women, but Jill is white as a bedsheet, and in her youth, hotter than the surface of the sun.
Black haired women for me. Skin tone olive or off-white. Madeline Stowe will do.
Pretty young ladies are so cute when they are angry.
Here’s a tribute to yet another Venus Archetype:
Behold the badly flawed Betty Draper.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_BftWMfAUQ&ab_channel=M22
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