"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
Last night I dreamt I was back in Jerusalem. I was wandering the streets at night, it was late, and yet the air was thick with heat and sweat. The alleys were as deserted as they get, the only movement was the shimmering of the
Queer Voice and Urban Wit in the Poetry of Abu Nuwas In the glittering intellectual courts of Abbasid Baghdad, one poet spoke of queer desire with wit, joy, and unapologetic sensuality. Abu Nuwas (c. 756–814 CE) — satirist, court jester, and literary rebel — composed
Unbound, Unnameable: Desire and Dissolution in Marguerite Porete’s Mirror “Love has no why,and the soul who loves has no need to ask.She is unbound. She neither wills nor does not will,for she is held, wholly,in the embrace of Love’s will.”— Marguerite Porete, The Mirror of
Last night I dreamt I was back in Jerusalem. I was wandering the streets at night, it was late, and yet the air was thick with heat and sweat. The alleys were as deserted as they get, the only movement was the shimmering of the
Queer Voice and Urban Wit in the Poetry of Abu Nuwas In the glittering intellectual courts of Abbasid Baghdad, one poet spoke of queer desire with wit, joy, and unapologetic sensuality. Abu Nuwas (c. 756–814 CE) — satirist, court jester, and literary rebel — composed
Unbound, Unnameable: Desire and Dissolution in Marguerite Porete’s Mirror “Love has no why,and the soul who loves has no need to ask.She is unbound. She neither wills nor does not will,for she is held, wholly,in the embrace of Love’s will.”— Marguerite Porete, The Mirror of
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utente anonimo
Posted at 21:31h, 23 Novembera me non disturba…. ciao da Maria
Elderion
Posted at 22:43h, 23 NovemberNon ho capito bene da che parte si guarda il grembo di Bella. Ma soprattutto che schifo non è?
Comunque mi fa troppo incazzare questa bimbominkiata della Mayer. Ormai nessuno al mondo può più parlare di vampiri e licantropi senza che orde di ragazzine (e, ancora più preoccupante, non più ragazzine) si bagnino. Sticazzi è horror, me lo hanno trasformato in un harmony! E poi entri in una libreria, vai allo scaffale fantasyhorror e trovi solo libri su vampiri con ormoni in escandescenza. Che schifo.
Shelidon
Posted at 15:19h, 27 November@ Maria: non ti disturba il merchandising o non ti disturba <em>quel</em> merchandising? Perché se il feto mutante peluche non ti crea problemi devo assolutamente chiederti qual è il tuo segreto.
@ Elderion: è disgustoso, a questo punto preferisco il vibratore glitterato da mettere in freezer. Twilight è il male dei tempi moderni, dio ci aiuti, la prossima che cosa sarà? Il Grande Cthulhu che ride, muove i tentacolini e chiama la mamma? Un teen drama con gli zombie? Hannibal Lecter che si innamora e… ah, no, quello c’è già.