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Poetry Spotlight on Jorge Luis Borges
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“Everything Is Illuminated.” Jorge Luis Borges
“Any life is made up of a single moment, the moment in which a man finds out, once and for all, who he is.” Jorge Luis Borges
Flickr photo by Stellablue72
Upon finding a great Author that captures your heart, look further down the rabbit hole to find the writer that captured theirs. Literature is often a road map of wisdom sending omens and random coincidences to guide you. I’m always listening and watching for a recurring name or title to seek it out.
I found Jorge Luis Borges in Paulo Coelho’s book Confessions of a Pilgrim. Paulo shared a story about taking a long bus trip to see Borges in person. Upon arriving and seeing Borges, he didn’t talk to him or ask him any questions. He just looked at him and then returned home. I pondered why he didn’t saying anything to his favorite writer. What stopped him from a hello or hand shake. Paulo is an avid blogger communicating directly with his fans on a regular basis, so I have a good chance of finding my answer. I will keep you posted on the results.
In the mean time, I would love to hear your thoughts or theories on why he didn’t say anything. What would you say given the opportunity to meet your favorite writer?
Short Bio on Borges From The Modern Word
Jorge Luis Borges was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina on August 24, 1899. He was always expected to be a writer… He started writing at the age of six, mostly fanciful stories inspired by Cervantes. When he was nine, he translated Oscar Wilde’s “The Happy Prince” into Spanish, an effort which appeared in a local newspaper called El País.” Read More→
Finding the beauty of sexuality with Erotic Poetry
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Summer hasn’t arrived, but I’m already horny, but wait…. I’m always horny. So I decided to tap into this never ending abyss of desire and share a collection of erotic poetry with my readers. If this blog in anyway contributes to you having just one more sexual encounter in your life…. Wasn’t it worth the read? So what are you waiting for…. Start reading….. or otherwise…. You know what I mean…
The Sick Rose William Blake
O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm.
That flies in the night
In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
Rapture by Karin Schaefer There is a place for us
that no one else can enter.
It is a place that holds no secrets,
only beauty, peace, understanding. A place that we come to,
thinking we are one,only to have our souls fused together for a moment. And in that moment, I know you; every pore, every pulse,every thought, every fear.
And I love you more. I feel myself laid bare before you,
and I feel content . . . joyous that you are with me, loving me in my nakedness. Read More→
My response to Ed Varney’s poem titled Happiness
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