One Japanese woman I know says that when she swears in English, she feels nothing. Bedded down like a mollusk. The sunflowers are the table's antennae. There are women who begin cleaning, then discover that they can't stop. It's the housewife's version of The Red Shoes and it really does happen.
Sexual fantasies are more than just mood music.
Her objects were arranged on the shelf like a sentence beginning with an Aztec sacrificial knife and ending with the photograph of an old woman. Even a landscape can make a gesture toward us. Frank O'Hara Elaine Equi Untie your muse for an hour and stay with me. I come in pieces across a great test pattern or maybe it's what I used to call sky. The music is certainly blue enough but not without its own tenderness like an arrow shot I know not where.