Naked Pictures
February 1, 2009
All of the women you want to gaze at are swanlike, with their long muscular necks and their winglike clavicles, and their lean, nipped waists and sides.
They are so disciplined.
You aren’t looking at the unruly flesh that I think you ought to.
You aren’t looking for grotesquerie, or for French peasant wives with broad backs and fleshy arms.
I think you’re missing something –
how satisfying it can be to feel beauty falling apart, slipping into the void,
disintegrating.
The faraway thing you are looking for explodes, diffuses,
and you find it in everything, and nearby.
