Friday, August 19, 2005

Seduction, she suggested

[If you’re looking for the EZLN translations, they are all now tucked into the Library, although a few of the newer ones are also still here in the Parlour]

I’d been planning on making Friday my night for another frivolous edition of our Alt-Hola!, but, since I took yesterday off, I’m feeling much too guilt-ridden to lead with something so silly.

Seduction sounds like a much better idea.

After all, I had promised that this might be a place where seduction could happily coexist with revolt. On a number of levels.

Seduction can, might, perhaps should be, the third step in the lovely game of love. The one that follows flirtation and wooing. The hours of mystery and games, of learning and courting, would lead, if all goes well, to enchanting dénouement.

A dialectic some might say, but not I. Never I. Perhaps just a three act play.

Act One would be the thrill of encounter, flirtation and dalliance, a time of caprice, when nothing has yet been ventured, but one senses that there may indeed be much to gain.

Act Two would signal intent. There are unveilings, pursuits, suggestions, as lovers go about their business of discovering each other, and themselves. A time of risk and high adventure.

Act Three would regard celebration, consummation, resolution. The lovers are mindful, intent and enthralled. A time of passion.

Now, for those of us who inhabit the real universe, let me note that some of the above Acts might be hastened or even ignored, depending on intent. What exactly is one pursuing? Heart, mind, soul, body? Most of us are quite aware that a quick night down to the pub can mightily compress the above game if, for example, one is merely seeking an evening’s pleasure.

And there may be times when an audacious gentleman might be caught by surprise, capturing body much too quickly, only to discover he desired heart as well. Not a problem at all for the truly intrepid. Simply circle back and engage - simultaneously with Act Three most likely - in Acts One then Two.

One might find similar engagement in other venues, I suppose. Adverts which lure through flirtation or mystery, woo with not so subtle flattery [the purpose, after all, of the billions spent on niche research] and screw their demographics silly.

There might even be a glimmer of a possibility that some of this dialectic could be of use in, um, shudder, “political discourse.” In the wooing, say, of hearts and minds. Dalliance, discovery, seduction.

And if that were to be true, then I imagine it might be equally important, as it is with love, to be mindful of the process, most especially the second step. Otherwise one might, I imagine, as with love, end up with the object of one’s attentions just feeling bewildered…and ravished.

I wouldn’t dare leave this topic without providing a bit of useful treasure. “To His Coy Mistress” by Andrew Marvell, but not - I entreat not - many of the middle stanzas. The last is the one you want:

"Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one Ball:
And tear our Pleasures with rough strife,
Through the Iron gates of Life:
Thus, though we cannot make our Sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run."


Anonymous said...

OH MY!:)

Anonymous said...


Not unremembering we pass our exile from the starry ways:
One timeless hour in time we caught from the long night of endless days.
With solemn gaiety the stars danced far withdrawn on elfin heights:
The lilac breathed amid the shade of green and blue and citron lights.
But yet the close enfolding night seemed on the phantom verge of things,
For our adoring hearts had turned within from all their wanderings:
For beauty called to beauty, and there thronged at the enchanter's will
The vanished hours of love that burn within the Ever-living still.
And sweet eternal faces put the shadows of the earth to rout,
And faint and fragile as a moth your white hand fluttered and went out.
Oh, who am I who tower beside this goddess of the twilight air?
The burning doves fly from my heart, and melt within her bosom there.
I know the sacrifice of old they offered to the mighty queen,
And this adoring love has brought us back the beauty that has been.
As to her worshippers she came descending from her glowing skies,
So Aphrodite I have seen with shining eyes look through your eyes:
One gleam of the ancestral face which lighted up the dawn for me:
One fiery visitation of the love the gods desire in thee!

Comrada B said...


Melted Butter,


irlandesa said...

Someone knows what he/she is doing...I have always admired AE's politics more than his words...except for these.

Anonymous said...


Just a simple light ingenuous celebration paying homage to the goddesses who inhabit the parlor.

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