Forbidden Perfection

It was almost two years ago when I first read his poetry. I don't think he ever put much poetry up on his old site, but that particular poem, Forbidden Poetry, really shook me so I copied it and posted it on my site. I never forgot. It wasn't long after that when he closed his old site. When he came back very recently with Name This Thing I wasn't sure if he would be writing much poetry. He has been. I reminded him of Forbidden Poetry and he has now written some notes explaining it, along with the poem. If I ever felt even a twinge of guilt for posting his poem, ( no, I didn't because I made sure to give credit to his pseudonym, which was all I knew at the time) he clarifies his creative commons intentions.

Below is another piece by Sean Hurley.
I have never seen an image of poetry described with such perfection.

Prologue (a translation)

Poetry is an erotic art —
    its rhythms
        are the rhythms
of sex — playing —
   its words
    are etched with semen
        with sweat
        with catches of breath
its meanderings
    are a lover’s arms
            entwining
its punctuation
                caresses
                kisses
                bites on the neck
its messages
    conveyed
        in the silence
    after
            the scream.

Sean Hurley posted by Cyndy | link | | |
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