More Cadavre Exquis Web 2.0/Tag Cloud poetry.
Summer
longing loved drive
cumming dick– running blow
face camera– rock dripping in wetness
work began– tight slick behavior
blood artist liquid lusty summer job
white process–trunk the librarian
put power heartache
slit sexual late touch
post ready fire
experience entire mornings
shoot rhythm wires– pull art
thick orgasm happened
moving blow job stroke pictures
living
I’ve seen this work, it may well be the most powerful photography ever. Not as erotic art, but in the context of a larger global experience, life, love, sex, death and rebirth.
Amazing post.
Warren Bobrow: yeah! I have been saving this pic for something special, it actually reminded me of my very good friend and crazy partner in crime. She is my oldest friend, way way back in high school, boy did we ever party together…but we used to test each others limits–with pain, with sex, with guys, with drugs and booze…anyway–we used to play this burning cigarette game–seeing if the other would let the other hold the lit cigg to their hand, even so close as to be ember to skin and how long we could withstand the pain the other was inflicting. It was not until I saw this picture that I recalled that memory and the strange love that my friend and I playing with at that time. It was mix of trust and pain, which is love.
Anyway the image is by Ernesto Timor–all of his work is quite moving.
Your writing is fantastic. You pull hot, sweaty images into sweet, spicy elegance.
Jason: thank you so much.