Because I read this poem in my youth, and agreed completely. Like so many of the themes in CP Cavafy's poems, the message that it is a poet's duty never to fear the realities of sex became a guidestone for my intellectual life.
And I Lounged and Lay on Their Beds
When I went to that house of pleasure
I didn't stay in the front rooms where they celebrate,
with some decorum, the accepted modes of love.I went into the secret rooms
and lounged and lay on their beds.I went into the secret rooms
Constantine P. Cavafy
considered shameful even to name.
But not shameful to me -because if they were,
what kind of poet, what kind of artist would I be?
I'd rather be an ascetic. That would be more in keeping,
much more in keeping with my poetry,
than for me to find pleasure in the commonplace rooms.
, I turned up some wonderful creation myths. This one didn't make it into the book (I went with a kinder, gentler ejaculating god whose semen spurts created rivers) . Still, I thought you just might want to have the "spooge of Uranus" in your lexicon. I believe "foam" is their euphemism for big creamy gushes of cum. ;)
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