#the beautiful body

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Mr Stratis Thalassinos Describes A Man, pt. 2: "Child" // Yorgos (George) Seferis

When I began to grow up the trees tormented me — why do you smile? Were you thinking of spring, so harsh for children? I was very fond of the green leaves I think I learned a little at school simply because the blotting-paper on my desk was also green. It was the roots of the trees that tormented me when in the warmth of winter they'd come and wind themselves around my body. I had no other dreams as a child. That's how I got to know my body.

(translated from the Greek by Philip Sherrard)

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On Seeing and Being Seen // Ama Codjoe

I don’t like being photographed. When we kissed at a wedding, the night grew long and luminous. You unhooked my bra. A photograph passes for proof, Sontag says, that a given thing has happened. Or you leaned back to watch as I eased the straps from my shoulders. Hooks and eyes. Right now, my breasts are too tender to be touched. Their breasts were horrifying, Elizabeth Bishop writes. Tell her someone wanted to touch them. I am touching the photograph of my last seduction. It is as slick as a magazine page, as dark as a street darkened by rain. When I want to remember something beautiful, instead of taking a photograph, I close my eyes. I watched as you covered my nipple with your mouth. Desire made you beautiful. I closed my eyes. Tonight, I am alone in my tenderness. There is nothing in my hand except a certain grasping. In my mind’s eye, I am stroking your hair with damp fingertips. This is exactly how it happened. On the lit-up hotel bed, I remember thinking, My body is a lens I can look through with my mind.

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Cristy Ren

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