Think about sex
and death,
the universe required to sustain them.
Think about sex the way you do every ten seconds,
then think about death.
Imagine the universe without them,
it simply disappears
as if the big bang were a rumor about someone’s sister,
about her sex,
or death.
When she walks into the room it goes hushed
and she knows,
she thinks sex, death
and a universe is born.
If We Were Honest by Albert Goldbarth
johnnycrabcakes said:
Love Goldbarth–just recently discovered him–found Everyday People at our library. Love his wit.
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Ronald E. Shields said:
I found him by happy accident when If We Were Honest landed in my inbox from the Poetry Foundation. The wit is smart and sharp…a real favorite of mine.
Thanks for reading this.
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j.h. white said:
When I was a kid and I first experienced orgasm I thought…this is the way I want to go out! I want to die this way…full out orgasm. I imagined death this way.
But really…this is the last time I equated sex and death. Sex means compensation for being here…having a body…. Is this sex and death a guy thing?
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Ronald E. Shields said:
Sex and Death, they are just two of the many plates we need to keep spinning as we make our way through this universe. For me sex is a reason to stall death rather than a compensation for being alive, which may be a guy thing…as for the poem, it’s just a bit of thought about a couple of fundamental facts of existence that occupy a great deal of our (my) mental life.
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j.h. white said:
It is a mystery still, all that having an orgasm accomplishes. All that sex means. All that death means….’and a universe is born’
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