|—||Ghostwritten - David Mitchell|
I realise I have slightly abandoned this blog. I got carried away by the discovery of "Tumblr". I blog there pretty much every day, there are so many wonderful photos inspiring me so much. I love it. Anyhow, this is not the point of this post.
Currently I'm revising for my Spanish literature exam tomorrow. Erotic poetry, yes that's right. E-r-o-t-i-c. I was telling my mum about my revision and she asked me "Elisa, how will this be useful to you and why are you studying this?!" - I'm not sure honestly... unless I wanted to become a sexologist or a literature expert, I'm not sure how I will use this poetic knowledge I'm aquiring. But I have to admit it's quite interesting and I do enjoy poetry. To make it clear, it is not porn. Eroticism is a whole different thing. Honestly I think porn ruins what is actually eroticism. It demeans it's real value as something beautiful, I would almost go as far as calling it an art (eroticism that is). People have not written erotic poetry or taken artistic erotic photography only because it turns them into "horny beasts". Well, sure it produces some sort of reaction to the human body, but I think there's a whole different level to it. It goes further into the mind than simply "awake" sexual instinct.
I have always believed that seduction is all about the mind. It is not the appearance, the sexy top or whatever material tool you can think of. If you're a good seductor, that's because you're seducing the mind and not the body, the body only follows where the mind goes. I think this is what erotic poetry or photography does. A good erotic photograph will make your mind travel, it will tell a story not just an action at one point in time. It could be a shot of just a hand, but it may be the most seductive hand you've ever seen. Just imagine what story that hand could tell...
Lately I've been pndering this question, why do people always desire what they cannot have? Mitchell is right. Everything is about wanting. Wanting is what keeps us alive, it's desire which keep us moving. The problem is, that our necessity of always being in a constant state of wanting and desiring will never allow us to be satisfied. There will always be something we want more, we will always be trying to achieve something we desire and cannot have. Once we achieve it though, we'll move on to desiring something else. We are trapped in a vicious circle. Thus, I wonder, if one can never be satisfied because of this "human neccessity" to always want something, does this mean, ultimately we can never be happy with what we have? I've been asking myself this question in these past few days and I have to tell you I can't figure out an answer because the only one I'm coming up with... is not the answer I wish to hear, and so I'm stuck here, wanting an answer I cannot find.