Montair

* Why are the texts not underneath the images? Because I prefer to have a break between the two so as to avoid illustrating the text or explaining the image. The break is about focusing on the dash in « picture/poem » the hyphen in « image-text » or the comma in « discourse, figure ».

* What’s the point? To bring image and text in dialogue knowing that the image, especially the titillating or erotically charged one, always win.

* Why bother with the poetry? True, it appears to bring few “likes,” but faced with the speed at which scrolling through a feed takes place, why always succumb to the lure of the image?

* How did you end up being you? err...

* What motivates you? Like many, no doubt, I’m looking for « tornadoes of desire and exquisite calms » as Anaïs Nin says in Ladders to Fire, 1946.

And he goes by the name of Ebeneezer Goode

His friends call him 'Ezeer and he is the main geezer

And he'll vibe up the place like no other man could

He's refined, sublime, he makes you feel fine

Though very much maligned and misunderstood

But if you know 'Ezeer he's a real crowd pleaser

He's ever so good, he's Ebeneezer Goode

…

'Eezer Goode 'Eezer Goode He's Ebeneezer Goode

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Expounding things: the blinding streak of fire

That lights the voice of your imagination.

I love your laugh and all is cadences,

The tempests of your speech, the flaming words

Of wisdom, all the agile nimble thoughts

That seethe and simmer in your smiling brain;

The oratory of truths you have declaimed,

The conquest of the difficult and dark

Obstructions laid by life along your way,

who first let me know that Danger

was right across the hall, or maybe

it was the unrealized absence of pollen, or,

was it the nearness, Danger, of your hair’s

blatant softness, just towelled.

Or, I wanted to stop thinking — and, I wanted to ask,

Do you think God understands

                                                   attraction? Surely, right?

if I could not be no one,

to be someone. Small, but

particular. Specified, which was

an apprenticeship for special.

Cold, another word for cool.

happy happenstance and fair fortune

to you, mind mesmeriser –

since we became acquainted

you’ve been my only fever.

You’re like a light-footed charger

canny at midnight combat,

the fight by close engagement

where the rider takes revenge –

men constantly look keen.

I’m an empty pail that’s purified

by your love’s burning twigs;

every night I go out with

the dream of your long-held image.

And I like to have a good time,

But if it gets too pale after a while

Honey and I start looking to find

One good man.

Hmm, don't you know I've been searching,

Oh yes I have!

One good man,

Oh ain't much, honey ain't much,

It's only everything, whoa.