Anais Nin for My Erotic Tail

[Du Lac]

Hey Art here is from the preface of Delta of Venus by Anais Nin. A wee bit of history here.. at this time Anais is having an affair with writer Henry Miller. There as in all writing societies is a little band of Parisan writers Anais, Miller, Robert Duncan and George Barker. They are all pretty hungry.. lol.. Anais become the madame of erotica for this group. They write erotica at a dollar a page for an older patron. The patron wants just sex. No "poetry" of the act. After a while of this writing Anais sends him this letter: This is how I feel about writing.. and how she got me...a mirror of my soul...

Dear Collector:
We hate you. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore. You have taught us more than anyone I know how wrong it is not to mix it with emotion, hunger, desire lust, whims, caprices, personal ties, deeper relationships that change its color, flavor, rhythms, intensities.
"You do not know what you are missing by your microscopic examination of sexual activity to the exclusion of aspects which are the fuel that ignites it. Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. this is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformations, it aprhrodisiac elements. You are shriking your world of sensations. You are withering it, starving it, draining its blood."

If you nourished your sexual life with all the excitements and adventures which love injects into sensuality, you would be the most potent man in the world. The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation. Sex does not thrive on monotony. Without feeling, inventions, moods, no surprises in bed. Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music dancing, opuim, wine.

How much do you lose by this periscope a the tip of your sex, when you could enjoy a harem of distinct and never repeated wonders? No two hairs alike, but you will not let us waste words on a description of hair; no two odors, but if we expand on this you cry Cut the poetry. No two skins with the same texture, and never the same light, temperture, shadows, never the same gesture; for a lover, when his aroused by true love, can run the gamut of centuries of love lore. What a range, what changes of age, what variations of maturity and innocence, perversity and art....

We have sat around for hours and wondered how you look. If you have closed your senses upon silk, light, color, odor character, temperament, you must be by now completely shriveld up. There are so many minor senses, all running like tributaries into the mainstream of sex. nourshing it. ONLY THE UNITED BEAT OF SEX AND HEART TOGETHER CAN CREATE ECSTASY.

ANAIS NIN....
MY NEMISIS....
Once I was the collector... now I am Anais.. I say swim all...swim... all because of a muse.. and the echoing of .. creak...
Did I do a good reel job...lol..
Du Lac

 

[HomerPindar]

So the next time she complains about needing new batteries I should quote this, huh?





HomerPindar

 

[Diariest]

Re:Anais Nin

I love Anais Nin she is my favorite writer.
I have all her diaries and her books. She was a wonderful writer. She always had a way with words

 

[Du Lac]

Yes she is a rich writer! Happy to meet another Nin.. fan!
welcome Diariest..
Du Lac

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Anais Nin

Wow.,.

thanks Du Lac~
obviously she was a
passionate writer~

I went to the links you PM me with
it was very informative and titled
some stories...listed
and a view reviews..
thanks ~
reeling me in...hehehe...(~_*)

"creak"...hehehe
thats a good poem Du~
and "creak 2"

more?

so since you have a thread for Anais Nin
how about more clips?
hehehehe or story review
or even a poem!!!!!

okay...
thanks Du

rt~

 

[Du Lac]

Yes she is a rich writer! Happy to meet another Nin.. fan!
welcome Diariest..
Du Lac

 

[postobitum]

How did I miss this thread? I love Anais, an art teacher friend of mine introduced me to her and I'm very glad he did! I never get tired of reading about Bijou, she is one of my favorite characters.

 

[Du Lac]

A tad of Nin teasing for Tail...wink..

Art here is some quotes from Nin.. to twist your brain around.. comments please what they make you think and feel.. and anyone else please.... I love to know others perspectives on things....
Du Lac

We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.
Anais Nin

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
Anais Nin, "Winter of Artifice"
PS...... loved this one... one of my favorites infact... new signature lol..
du lac

 

[DeepAsleep]

My poem, "For V., 'I love you laughingly'" takes the body of it's title from a certain line in a love letter henry miller wrote to anais nin - "I should just fall on my knees and worship you, but I can't, I love you laughingly."

Which is a favorite quote of mine, right up there with, "Like God's own chocolate, i'd lick her shadow off the sidewalk." -Christopher moore

Hee.

~D.A.

 

[Du Lac]

My poem, "For V., 'I love you laughingly'" takes the body of it's title from a certain line in a love letter henry miller wrote to anais nin - "I should just fall on my knees and worship you, but I can't, I love you laughingly."

Which is a favorite quote of mine, right up there with, "Like God's own chocolate, i'd lick her shadow off the sidewalk." -Christopher moore

Hee.

"Like God's own chocolate, i'd lick her shadow off the sidewalk."
OMG.. I love that quote!!!! This is excellent and I will look for your poem.. love to learn from others!!!
Du Lac

 

[My Erotic Tale]

My poem, "For V., 'I love you laughingly'" takes the body of it's title from a certain line in a love letter henry miller wrote to anais nin - "I should just fall on my knees and worship you, but I can't, I love you laughingly."

Which is a favorite quote of mine, right up there with, "Like God's own chocolate, i'd lick her shadow off the sidewalk." -Christopher moore

Hee.

"Like God's own chocolate, i'd lick her shadow off the sidewalk."
OMG.. I love that quote!!!! This is excellent and I will look for your poem.. love to learn from others!!!
Du Lac

oh my ...now thats cool...
I like that phrase~
hehehey! Du~
thanks for the enlightenment~

 

[arienette]

Oh I was overjoyed when I saw Anais Nin made it into a thread here. Little Birds was a fabulous read, which I tore through in just a few hours. I came across her by accident, really, just browsing through the public library, but her words are so poetic; she's absolutely fabulous.

 

[Du Lac]

More Nin for those who dream

I am currently reading Delta of Venus...

Here are a few examples of Anais' writing that captured me...
comments would be great.. how do you see them.. how do they make you see or feel?

From the Hugarian Adventurer page 2

The few weeks or months they had enjoyed him as a husband left a sensation that was stronger than the shock of losing their money. For a moment they had known what it was to live with strong wings, to fly above the heads of mediocrity.


From Artists and Models page 52

It was at the theatre that I met John and discovered the power of a voice. It rolled over me llike the tones of a pipe organ, making me vibrate. When he repeated my name and mispronounced it, it sounded to me like a caress. It was the deepest, richest voice I had ever heard. I could scarcely look at him. I knew that his eyes were big, of an intense, magnetic blue, that he was large, rather restless. His foot moved nervously like that of a race horse. Ifelt his presence blurring everything else- the theatre, the friend sitting at my right. And he behaved as if I had enchanted him, hypnotized him. He talked on, looking at me, but I was not listening. In one moment I was no longer a young girl. Everytime he spoke, I felt myself falling into some dizzy spiral, falling into the meshes of a beautiful voice. It was truley a drug. When he had finally "stolen" me, as he said, He hailed a taxi.

Hope you enjoyed these... more to follow
Du Lac

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Re: More Nin for those who dream

I am currently reading Delta of Venus...

Here are a few examples of Anais' writing that captured me...
comments would be great.. how do you see them.. how do they make you see or feel?

From the Hugarian Adventurer page 2

The few weeks or months they had enjoyed him as a husband left a sensation that was stronger than the shock of losing their money. For a moment they had known what it was to live with strong wings, to fly above the heads of mediocrity.


From Artists and Models page 52

It was at the theatre that I met John and discovered the power of a voice. It rolled over me llike the tones of a pipe organ, making me vibrate. When he repeated my name and mispronounced it, it sounded to me like a caress. It was the deepest, richest voice I had ever heard. I could scarcely look at him. I knew that his eyes were big, of an intense, magnetic blue, that he was large, rather restless. His foot moved nervously like that of a race horse. Ifelt his presence blurring everything else- the theatre, the friend sitting at my right. And he behaved as if I had enchanted him, hypnotized him. He talked on, looking at me, but I was not listening. In one moment I was no longer a young girl. Everytime he spoke, I felt myself falling into some dizzy spiral, falling into the meshes of a beautiful voice. It was truley a drug. When he had finally "stolen" me, as he said, He hailed a taxi.

Hope you enjoyed these... more to follow
Du Lac

wow way cool~
looking forwared to more..hehehehe

 

[Du Lac]

Reeling Art in lol.....

From Elena... page 122

Pierre sought now to make love to the other selves of Elena, the most buried ones, the most delicate ones. He watched her sleep, he watched her dress, he watched her as she combed her hair before the mirror. He sought a spiritual clue to her being, one he could reach with a new form of love making. he no longer spied on her to make certain she had enjoyed an orgasm, for the very simple reason that Elena now decided to pretend enjoyment even when whe did not feel it. She became a comsummate actress. She showed all the symptoms of pleasure: the contraction of the vulva, the quickening of the breath, of the pulse, of the heartbeats, the sudden languor, the falling away, the half-fainting fog that followed. She could simulate everything-to her, loving and being loved were irrevocably mixed with her pleasure that she could achieve a breathless emotional response even if she did not feel physical enjoyment-everythng, this is, but the inner palpitation of the orgasm. But this, she knew, was difficult to detect with the penis. she had found Pierre's struggle to always obtrain an orgasm from her destructive, and foresaw that it might well end in taking away his confidence in her love and ultimately seperate them. She chose the course of pretense.

My favorite part...:
He sought a spiritual clue to her being, one he could reach with a new form of love making.....

this one spoke to my inner core.... when do we decide to move through pretense. These two seek to bring pleasure to each other.. even at the expense of their own pleasure. do they get pleasure then from giving... I felt this so deeply when I read it.. had to read it over and over....

hope you enjoyed.. reeling in... moving thru the creaks... doors flinging open now!!!! LOL..
Du Lac

 

[Du Lac]

Reeling Art in lol.....

Elena page 128

Pierre was always surprised when Elena was willing to give him pleasure without taking it herself. there were times after their excesses when he was tired, less potent, an yet wanted to repeat the sensation of annihilation. Then he would stir her with caresses, with an agility of the hands that approached masturbation. Meanwhile her own hands would circle around his penis like a delicate spider with knowing fingertips, which touched the most hidden nerves of response. Slowly, the fingers closed upon the penis, at first stroking its flesh shell, then feeling the inrush of dense blood streching it, feeling the slight swell of the nerves, the sudden tauntness of the muscles, feelin as if they were playing upon a stringed instrument....

nice...
lol..
du lac

 

[Du Lac]

Art in response to your Moon poem

RE:
moon
by My Erotic Tail ©

soft round moon
bright and enchanting

balanced in swing
and poised

button flipped denim
walking away

best moon
I've seen today

A quote I fell in love with in Delta of Venus

Elena said " I feel a little like the moon who took possession of your for a moment and then returned your soul to you. You should not love me. One ought not to love the moon. If you come too near me, I will hurt you."

from Elena Page 138

from my own work....
The Priestess of the Fallen Oaks

I fell into the moon
And lived in the land of the midnight sun
the gate swings open
and I am greeted by a muse
gently he whispered love laced riddles in my ear
speaking to my heart, my soul opened
each willing to hear
my mind runs to the darkness...

enjoy Art... Du Lac

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Re: Art in response to your Moon poem

RE:
moon
by My Erotic Tail ©

soft round moon
bright and enchanting

balanced in swing
and poised

button flipped denim
walking away

best moon
I've seen today

A quote I fell in love with in Delta of Venus

Elena said " I feel a little like the moon who took possession of your for a moment and then returned your soul to you. You should not love me. One ought not to love the moon. If you come too near me, I will hurt you."

from Elena Page 138

from my own work....
The Priestess of the Fallen Oaks

I fell into the moon
And lived in the land of the midnight sun
the gate swings open
and I am greeted by a muse
gently he whispered love laced riddles in my ear
speaking to my heart, my soul opened
each willing to hear
my mind runs to the darkness...

enjoy Art... Du Lac

HeHeHe~
thanks Du~

wow that was great~
liked way it absorbed into the read
the depth and clearity
awesome stuff Du~

 

[Du Lac]

Glad you like it...

Art happy you liked the reading and the connections... I will post more soon.. I am now trying to write, new story pending.. and a couple more in the works.. plus playing around a wee bit.. lol...
Happy Holidays Du Lac..

Playing around.. creak... hmmm

 

[Du Lac]

More Anais...

This is from a posting on my blog site... hope you enjoy..
du lac
More Anais Nin
I have let life of this world take over... anxiety of moving through mortal realms with deadlines, expectations, lack of sleep and solitude creates tidal waves in my soul. No time to dream or write I wait now for the colors of desire to filter into my life again. All to soon I hope, this living in the material world does nothing for the soul. I dare not forget the reds and oranges that vibrate the air with silents screams to live. Feel the embrace of a crisp autumn day, enveloped within frosty fingers. These things pass too fast. This is what enriches our life and makes our suffering worthy of the experience. The highs and lows of living, chaos and serenity dancing partners of desire..... I leave you with more Anais Nin...
Love
Du Lac Oct. 14 2004



From Anais Nin...The House of Incest
The morning I got up to begin this book I coughed. Something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me. I broke the thread which held it and yanked it out. I went back to bed and said: I have just spat out my heart. There is an instrument called the quena made of human bones. It owes its origin to the worship of an Indian for his mistress. When she died he made a flute out of her bones. The quena has a more penetrating more haunting sound than the ordinary flute. Those who write know the process. I thought of it as I was spitting out my heart. Only I do not wait for my love to die." from House of Incest

"My first vision of earth was water vieled. I am of the race of men and women who see all things through this curtain of the sea, and my eyes are the color of water." from House of Incest

"The leaf fall of her words, the stained glass hues of her moods, the rust in her voice, the smoke in her mouth, her breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror." from House of Incest

"There is no mockery between women. One lies down at peace as on one’s own breast." from House of Incest

"From all men I was different, and myself, but I see in you that part of me which is you." from House of Incest

"Your lies are not lies Sabina. They are arrows flung out of your orbit by the strength of your fantasy. To destroy reality. I will help you: it is I who will invent lies for you and with them we will traverse the world." from House of Incest

"I am enmeshed in my lies, and I want absolution. I cannot tell the truth because I have felt the heads of men in my womb. The truth would be death-dealing and I prefer fairytales. I am wrapped in lies which do not penetrate my soul. As if the lies I tell were like costumes." from House of Incest

"I looked upon a clock to find the truth. The hours were passing like ivory chess figurres, striking piano notes, and the minutes raced on wires mounted like tin soldiers. Hours like tall ebony women with gongs between their legs, tolling continuously so that I could not count them. I heard the rolling of my heart-beats; I heard the footsteps of my dreams, and the beat of time was lost among them like the face of truth." from House of Incest

 

[My Erotic Tail]

humbled

wow a queen of erotic writings, speechless
that's pure literary Art.
I was in the books store the other day and
looked for delta of venus I didn't ask for aid
and got sidetracked in another department but
I believe I'm gonna have to check out this
enchanting style of writing.

thanks Du~

 

[Du Lac]

yes she is great...

Yes Art she is outstanding... I read her and the first part of that post was my writing inspired drawn out by her style. I love her blunt honesty wrapped in fairytale like fantasy. It draws me, makes me float, live in the clouds with one foot on terra... I just love her... hmmm who should we continue with... another of my favorites and of Anais Nin's? DH Lawrence? Oh yes.. familar dear friend????
Layers of life revealed through rhetoric.. lol
let meknow
du lac