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SusanofO -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/28/2007 10:54:15 AM)

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood...and I, I took the one less -travelled by - and that has made all the difference". - Robert Frost

I have lots more I like, and will look it up soon. Good thread!

- Susan



KaramelGoddess -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/28/2007 11:19:24 AM)

Jacqueline Carey's Kushiel's Legacy series offer a bit of BDSM weaved with Renaissance-type fantasy and sweeping storytelling.  Loved them.
 
With kind regard,
~Kara



lighthearted -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/28/2007 11:29:39 AM)

oh I LOVE "somewhere i have never travelled"...I identified myself in that piece long before I identified myself as submissive, in name or otherwise.

the relationship between Katharine and Almasy in the book, "The English Patient" has a certain ferocity to it that I identify with, in a D/s relationship...terrifying yet enthralling at the same time.



songofeire -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/28/2007 11:56:04 AM)


Some of the poems I love are more easily identified as having to do with wiiwd than others,.
Still, they all thrill me, as does wiiwd, so perhaps that is the unifying factor.

Here are a few that I love:

The Lady’s First Songby W.B. Yeats
I turn round
Like a dumb beast in a show.
Neither know what I am
Nor where I go,
My language beaten
Into one name;
I am in love
And that is my shame.
What hurts the soul
My soul adores,
No better than a beast
Upon all fours.


Variations on the Word Sleep  
by Margaret Atwood
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

The Sun
by Mary Oliver:

Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats towards the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--

and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer
at its perfect imperial distance--

and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language
a word billowing enough,
for the pleasure that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
empty handed
on the edge of the world


Another one by Yeats:

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

And, of course, I must include Pablo Neruda
Sonnet LXVI
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. and: Drunk as Drunk Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made out of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.
Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles, And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.  Everyday AlchemyGenevieve Taggard Men go to  women mutely for their peace:
And they, who lack it most, create it when
They make, because they must, loving their men,
A solace for sad bosom-bended heads.  There
Is all the meager peace men get--no otherwhere;
No mountain space, no tree with placid leaves,
Or heavy gloom beneath a young girl’s hair,
No sound of valley bell on autumn air
Or room made home with doves along the eaves,
Ever holds peace, like this, poured by poor women
Out of their heart’s poverty, for worn men. SongOfEire"The unlived life is not worth examining." 



Aine -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/28/2007 12:03:11 PM)

Dangit, ya beat me to it.

I love those 3 books.  While certain things are a huge part of her life(the ultimate masochist)...it's not the complete focus of the stories.  It's just part of it, while it focuses on those things that are bigger than her and those around her. It's a sweeping story that completely pulls you through every emotion possible.  (Gawd I'm starting to sound like one of those tidbits on the backs of books)

While it's completely fiction...there are times where it is just so human and raw it's scary.  It's a fight of emotions and something that is strangely relatable. 

One of my highly recommendable sets of books.  As much as I would love to keep it for myself [:D]



feastie -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/28/2007 2:58:03 PM)

From Romeo and Juliet


Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!
Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.








mnottertail -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/28/2007 3:04:36 PM)

out of context but nevertheless; of import:

Have you the lion's part: written?
If it be;
pray give it me;
for I am slow of study...

T' warn't no thang;
Ron



LaTigresse -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/29/2007 7:48:40 AM)

Noah, thank you for this thread. I am a voracious reader but am only just discovering a love for the classics and for poetry. This thread will give me wonderful new ideas. I would love a link to the other list you spoke of.

As someone else said, I haven't anything to share right off the top of my head, but I wanted to thank everyone else for sharing theirs.



feastie -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/29/2007 9:52:16 PM)

I have walked where giants tread.  Tall, swaying green grasses brushing my soft shoulders as I pass amongst them.  They part around me, a trembling, landlocked wake imitating the sanguine sea of Moses.  My staff is not my own, a borrowed guide into the endless, roiling, dancing, shifting tides of the secret collective conscience of the universe.  I present myself to Mother Earth, my belly and breasts tasting her dew, throbbing with her life, feeding and nourishing my own.  To my amazed eye, her gifts grow fresher.  The colors she dresses herself in become richer, pulsing with a life of their own.  The song of her caretakers from the hum of bees and the harpsichord of crickets and cicadas become more melodious to my hungry ear.  The sky deepens, folding her in its inky skirt bedecked with flashing jewels and ruffles of soft gray.  How beautiful! I cry and long to know the cool glide of that skirt on my naked skin.  My guide lifts me higher and higher until I am cradled and rocked in the lap of that luminescent skirt.  Father Sun spies me sleeping there and kisses me gently awake and my guide brings me safely back to the bosom of the Earth.  My guide has shown me unrivaled beauty and grace unconditionally.
I feel his hand in the feminine curve of my back, urging my steps forward.  Encouraging me to seek the beauty on my own.



Noah -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/29/2007 11:15:05 PM)

quote:

ORIGINAL: LaTigresse

Noah, thank you for this thread. I am a voracious reader but am only just discovering a love for the classics and for poetry. This thread will give me wonderful new ideas. I would love a link to the other list you spoke of.

As someone else said, I haven't anything to share right off the top of my head, but I wanted to thank everyone else for sharing theirs.



You're welcome.

And my thanks to everyone who has contributed, especially those who did so in the spirit of the original post.

I've occaisionally been pleased to find writing which, rather than shining light near the heart of WIITWD, does so very compellingly in some little nook or cranny where I wasn't expecting it at all.

Here is an example of what I mean.  It wasn't composed as a poem. It was just a paragraph or so in a short story in a magazine. But it glowed, you know, and begged to be parsed out as a poem. And since it begged prettily enough I agreed to stretch it out  on the page in the following fashion.




Paper Lantern


Here,

there is nothing of heaven or earth

that cannot be consumed,

nothing they haven’t found a way to turn

into a delicacy: pine-nut porridge,

cassia-bloom buns, fish-fragrance-sauced pigeon,

swallow’s nest soup ( a soup indigenous to

the shore of the South Chine Sea;

nests of pre-digested seaweed from the beaks of swifts,

the gelatinous material hardened to form a

small, translucent cup.)

Sea-urchin roe, pickled jellyfish,

tripe with ginger and peppercorns, five fragrance grouper cheeks,

cloud ears. spun-sugar apple, ginko nuts and golden needles

(which are the buds of lilies)

purple seaweed, bitter melon ….




hisannabelle -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/29/2007 11:50:47 PM)

one of my favorite poems that i personally relate to d/s is longfellow's "the children's hour." not for pedophilic reasons, but because my previous dominant and i focused a little on ageplay and it became our sort of...well, we didn't have an us song, so it was our us poem :P that and i just...find a lot of the fiesty, impulsive sentiments expressed within, ageplay completely aside, as aspects that i love about myself and that heighten me as a person and my submission. the second two lines of the stanza i've bolded strike me as something more than a children's poem, as well - not necessarily because of the use of the word dungeon, just simply because it speaks to me of a much deeper and more intimate, more adult connection than that implied of father/daughter.

Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations,
That is known as the Children's Hour.
I hear in the chamber above me
The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
And voices soft and sweet.
From my study I see in the lamplight,
Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra
And Edith with golden hair.
A whisper, and then a silence
Yet I know by their merry eyes
They are plotting and planning together
To take me by surprise
A sudden rush from the stairway,
A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
They enter my castle wall!
They climb up into my turret
O'er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape, they surround me;
They seem to be everywhere.
They almost devour me with kisses,
Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
 In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!
Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
Is not a match for you all!
I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart
And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!



Noah -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/30/2007 6:45:30 PM)

quote:

ORIGINAL: songofeire


Some of the poems I love are more easily identified as having to do with wiiwd than others,.
Still, they all thrill me, as does wiiwd, so perhaps that is the unifying factor.

Here are a few that I love:

The Lady’s First Songby W.B. Yeats
I turn round
Like a dumb beast in a show.
Neither know what I am
Nor where I go,
My language beaten
Into one name;
I am in love
And that is my shame.
What hurts the soul
My soul adores,
No better than a beast
Upon all fours.



Great Yeats.  Thanks.

Is Kinnell shining some light on a place close to there but refracted througha different facet, or something? Or maybe from behind?

Saint Francis And The Sow

The bud
stands for all things,
even for those things that don't flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on its brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;
as Saint Francis
put his hand on the creased forehead
of the sow, and told her in words and in touch
blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow
began remembering all down her thick length,
from the earthen snout all the way
through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of the tail,
from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine
down through the great broken heart
to the blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering
from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking and blowing beneath
them:
the long, perfect loveliness of sow.



(I hope that as a Neruda lover you've had a chance to be smitten by his colleague from across the Southern Ocean, Hone Tuwhare)






songofeire -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/30/2007 11:30:20 PM)

Noah said:

<<(I hope that as a Neruda lover you've had a chance to be smitten by his colleague from across the Southern Ocean, Hone Tuwhare) >>

I had not heard of him, but I will find him.
And yes, the poem by Galway Kinnel does give another angle to the Yeats....I like it so very much!
I will love looking up these two new-to-me poets. I can't wait to find the treasures.

I became smitten with the Indian poet, Rabindranath Tagore, when I was about nine years old, and still am:

Lord of My Life
Thou who art the innermost Spirit of my being,
art thou pleased, Lord of my Life?
For I give to thee my cup filled with all
the pain and delight that the crushed
grapes of my heart had surrendered,
I wove with rhythm of colors and song cover for thy bed,
And with the molten gold of my desires
I fashioned playthings for thy passing hours.
I know not why thou chosest me for thy partner,
Lord of my life.

Didst thou store my days and nights,
my deeds and dreams for the alchemy of thy art,
and string in the chain of thy music my songs of autumn and spring,
and gather the flowers from my mature moments for thy crown?

I see thine eyes gazing at the dark of my heart,
Lord of my life,
I wonder if my failure and wrongs are forgiven.
For many were my days without service
and nights of forgetfulness; futile were the flowers
that faded in the shade not offered to thee.

Often the tied strings of my lute slackened
at the strains of thy tunes.
And often at the ruin of wasted hours
my desolate evenings were filled with tears.

But have my days come to their end at last,
Lord of my life, while my arms round thee
grow limp, my kisses losing their truth?
Then break up the meeting of this languid day!*
Renew the old in me in fresh forms of delight;
and let the wedding come once again in
a new ceremony of life.


Whatever would we do without poetry?

SongOfEire



Noah -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/31/2007 11:03:36 AM)

quote:

ORIGINAL: songofeire
Whatever would we do without poetry?


Bad things to girls. Same's always.



marieToo -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/31/2007 6:05:47 PM)

 

I thought I was visiting a thread about Gor, but apparently I ended up on the " Who Can Quote the Best Euology" thread.



catize -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/31/2007 6:44:04 PM)

(Fast reply)

If I were a cat
I would curl up on your lap.
I would not take up much room in your life.
I would sheathe my claws.
 
Bid me to go
I would leap away and out
To hunt mice in the night,
Kill them with my sharp little teeth.
I would leave them as gifts at your door.
 
If I were a cat
I would yowl in heat.
I would sniff at your windows
I would scratch at your screens.
 
In the cool of the moon
I would raise my tail for you. 
 
© 11/03  elm



MaryT -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/31/2007 6:53:21 PM)

Very nice Catize, dead mice not withstanding.



catize -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/31/2007 7:03:19 PM)

quote:

ORIGINAL: MaryT

Very nice Catize, dead mice not withstanding.

<thread hi-jack>
Are dead mice a 'gift'?.........Discuss
[:D]



SimplyMichael -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/31/2007 7:47:29 PM)

I would take a Star Trek convention over Gor because at trekies actually do shit in real life.  I find dragging my fingernails over a chalkboard a pleasing alternative to Gor, I would even hesitate if the alternative was CBT...



Nosathro -> RE: Alternatives to Gor (1/31/2007 10:19:59 PM)

I guess you did not read William Shatner "Get a Life".  I am happy to say I am in one of his other Star Trek Books.
 
Be Well
 
Nosathro
F
quote:

ORIGINAL: SimplyMichael

I would take a Star Trek convention over Gor because at trekies actually do shit in real life.  I find dragging my fingernails over a chalkboard a pleasing alternative to Gor, I would even hesitate if the alternative was CBT...



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