lundi 30 décembre 2013

Caresses



Choses vues

"Lentement tu as cheminé dans l'art d'offrir tes lèvres au garçon qui désire les baiser...
Timide d'abord, les yeux fermés, les lèvres tremblantes, tu as reculé au premier contact...
Les lèvres serrées, puis enfin entrouvertes, mais trop vite refermées...
De la langue, tu goûtes les saveurs nouvelles sur tes lèvres posées,
Sucrées, acidulées, épicées, salées, musquées, pétillantes,
Et tes lèvres tu entrouvres pour un nouveau baiser, plus appuyé...
Puis tes doigts passent sur tes lèvres comme pour essuyer la trace trop humide
De la bouche du garçon qui a mêlé souffle et salive pour ouvrir la porte de tes lèvres...


Elles s'entrouvent, elles s'ouvrent enfin, et tu partages ton souffle, ton âme
Avec la bouche du garçon qui a su forcer tes lèvres...
Tout s'évanouit autour de toi, les yeux fermés, tu fais l'amour avec un souffle,
Avec une âme qui caresse tes lèvres et danse avec ta langue,
Baiser salé et piquant, tiède et humide, deux souffles s'aiment d'amour tendre,
Et nous ouvrons les yeux, tu es si près, je goûte le veloûté de tes lèvres
Et le grain de ta peau, et nous parlons la langue primordiale des garçons
Des garçons qui s'embrassent à pleine bouche, à perdre le souffle..."

Eraste de Saint-Amant, Le baiser (Choses vues)

December 30th 2013: Fragment of a Diary




Artistic imagination


Tribe of Teen Boys


Luchino Visconti and Björn Andresen

It is a beautiful pic...
So many things are expressed by eyes... So many different things...
Who are they looking at ?
At Dick Bogarde ?
At the sea ?
Björn Andresen looks so great... He is sublime... He is Tadzio....

dimanche 29 décembre 2013

December 29th: Fragment of a Diary



Thank you for your kind words...

... and I mean it...

These last days were dark and cloudy...

Tomorrow will be a better day, I can almost see already a blue sky...

Perhaps "Eros in Arcadia" should go on, at its own rythm, without pressure, according to my mood and inspiration...

Thanks to my readers for their support and their interest...


December 29th 2013: Fragment of a Diary


December 29th, 2013: Fragment of a Diary




Rinsing out

Richard Stabbers

Death in Venice - Benjamin Britten's opera

A scene from Benjamin Britten's Death in Venice opera

Venice, Teatro La Fenice
Cast: Martin Miller, Scott Hendricks.
Tadzio: Alessandro Riga (dancer)
Alessandro Riga (conductor)
Thanks to Jean-Claude for his contribution


vendredi 27 décembre 2013

Leaving the cyberworld, the blogosphere ? Ending my blog ?

It is true, I am thinking to stop posting and to close this blog... Because real life, real boys, real feelings are somewhere in the real world, beyond my (our) computer screen(s)... Because I feel Web 2.0. and so called "social media" are just a way to make lonely people more lonely... Perhaps it is just because of their loneliness...

I am the main author / editor / publisher / reader of "Eros in Arcadia". This blog is at the same time a notebook, a personal diary, a starting point for various writing projects I have, poetry, fiction, cultural studies, queer studies...

Words and pics have equal importance for me... And I love the way they can interact together...

But I am not sure this blog makes sense anymore... Even for me... 


Temptation


Come on, Mark... Will you really end this blog ?


I received a nice email from a Japanese reader....

"Come on, Mark, will you really end your blog ? I cannot believe it... We need reading and browsing "Eros in Arcadia" probably as much as you need writing it and choosing so beautiful pics...

Your blog is like a musical instrument... One has to discover, to learn and enjoy its own tuning... And one has to listen to its music...

You follow such a narrow and a focussed path through the map of gay blogs, your own path, poetical and sensitive, sometimes sad, sometimes funny, always so human...

Please, don't stop now..."

dimanche 22 décembre 2013

Suspended time

Ecole de Danse de l'Opéra de Paris, 2013.

There is something so beautiful, so unique in this pic... Suspended time... These young dancers are dancing and flying for ever... Amazing scene... There is no more gravity... Levitation...

All these boys are so beautiful, cute and perfect... But their individual beauty is nothing in comparison of their beauty as a group... Just perfection... Each of them plays his part in the whole picture... The beauty of each of them is a part of the beauty of the group...

The most moving for me is the amount of work, energy and dreams these young students in one of the best Dance school in the world devote to their performance...

Just perfection... Just look at the face expressions, at the smiles, at hands and fingers, at the way these boys jump and interact together...

This is one of the most moving pics I ever posted on this blog... Mere beauty... Youth at its best... Perfection and ideal of young male beauty... And just what youth and art can create...

I feel so much moved by this pic, and I am so sorry I missed this ballet at the Opera and its broadcast on the ARTE TV channel. If any of my visitors has a copy of this broadcast, I would be infinitely grateful if he was kind enough to share it with me...

Looking at this pic, I can almost hear the music these boys danced with... It was Rameau's Les Indes Galantes...  Baroque music at its peak...

I think this video of La danse des sauvages by Rameau is the best soundtrack for this sublime pic....



Iconic pic


Tribe of Teen Boys


December 22d 2013: Fragment of a Diary



I remember...



I remember your lips and your fingers, and your ears and your noose
I remember the way you caressed your lips with your fingers when you were thinking about something...
I remember the taste of your lips and the touch of your smooth and beardless face, when I caressed it with my fingers...

 I remember your milky chest, your so smooth torso, I remember the sweet pink color of your tits and the way they hardened when my fingers were caressing them...

I remember your belly button, the navel of your body, the last stop for my caressing hand on its way towards the golden down of your young manhood...
I remember the way your hand and your fingers were relaxed, loosened, when the both of us were crossing together the step of our shared pleasure, of the outburst of our boyishness, of the petite mort...

Where are you gone, my loved one ? Where are you gone, my love ?

Melancholia



Visual Riddle


December 22d 2013: Fragment of a Diary




Jérôme

"En moins d'un an, Jérôme a changé sans que j'en prenne bien conscience. Depuis l'été, peut-être. Dans sa manière d'être, ses réflexions, sa curiosité; et puis, la soif toute nouvelle qu'il a d'être aimé au-delà du plaisir le fait plus proche de mon jeune ténébreux, l'autre Dioscure. Moins joueur, son charme est devenu différent. Il est plus que jamais curieux de tout. Et je vois bien qu'il s'interroge sur ce qu'il sait, ce qui est souvent plus important que s'interroger sur ce qu'on ignore."

"In less than a year, Jérôme changed although I was not aware of it. Since last summer, perhaps. His behaviour,  his thoughts, his curiosity changed; and also, the urge he felt, so new, to be loved beyond the mere pleasure: it made him closer to my young saturnine friend, the second Dioscure. He is less playful, but his charm has something different now. He is more than ever curious about everything. And I am aware he is questioning what he knows -- this is often more important than questioning about what we ignore."

Claude Michel Cluny, Le Passé nous attend, Journal littéraire, 1984-1985, L'Invention du Temps, tome VIII, Paris, Editions de la Différence, 2010, p. 23.

"Oh Tadzio, I also love you..."






 An impressionnist variation about a scene of Death in Venice, by Dee John







As a follow up to my post To love / Forest of Sorrow

'Oh Tadzio. I also love you... but I'm sure that you knew of this. Ever since I saw you in the hotel dining room looking positively angelic but bored. And when I saw you on the beach front in your one piece swimsuit I was completely in awe of you. I wanted to hold you tight and unpeel you until you were naked in my arms. But why did you smile at me that night you were out walking with your family. You must never smile at anyone like that. Oh Tadzio...............I love you.'

Dee John