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THE TYPESET OF ANAIS

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THE TYPESET OF ANAIS

                          Every morning after breakfast I sat down to write my
                      allotment of erotica. One morning I typed: "There was a Hungarian
                      adventurer ..." I gave him many advantages: beauty,
                      elegance, grace, charm, the talents of an actor, knowledge of
                      many tongues, a genius for intrigue, a genius for extricating
                      himself from difficulties, and a genius for avoiding permanence
                      and responsibility.

                          Another telephone call: "The old man is pleased. Concentrate on 
                       the sex. Leave out the poetry."


                                                                                       Anais Nin
                                                                                       Delta of Venus 


                                 __________________________________________



The keys almost grip 
these strange, erotic fingertips, 
acquiescing to each thrust 

of lewd composition. 
This tap-tapping denies
any prelude, rushes conversation 

                                                towards the climax. 

I’ve become a dime-a-dance girl, 
my lines sway, small seductions 
that tease anonymous. No 

poetry, no mystique, 
his demands 
undermine true desire, 

reduce rapture to the merely 
crude. I pound out lust
as mechanical as 

a carriage return. 
The ribbon emits an O
onto the page, so white, so 

virginal, but receptive 
to the bondage of the guide. 
The copulation goes on 

all night long, different 
positions, situations, locations 
and my typewriter 

sets the rhythm, 
fast and hard, strokes that seem 
to comefrom another, 

a faceless lover 
who letterpresses propriety
into submission, 
long before the page is    
    
                                                 released.  








*Anais Nin was one of several writers during the forties who were paid a dollar per page of erotica by a mysterious 'collector.' Her writing is provocative, sumptuous and highly literary. For a photo of Anais Nin at her typewriter, please click the about this poem link, if you are able.

Written April 18, 2013


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  1. Date: 5/20/2013 9:17:00 PM
    congrats..Linda

  1. Date: 5/20/2013 10:49:00 AM
    So many double entendres here that the poem itself borders on erotica (as you intended, I'm sure). Her job was, at least, slightly better than the production line at the sex toys factory in any case. Reminds of a character in one of Kurt Vonnegut's novels. Great theme and great writing!

  1. Date: 5/20/2013 9:35:00 AM
    Extraordinary once more Cyndi! Please read my blog.

  1. Date: 5/1/2013 1:46:00 PM
    Man you are one hell of a hard act to follow LOL, I love writing erotica BUT then I get all worked up and hey HO nobodies home :( to bad I don't have seven dwarfs LOL, I just love it too bad to put it here and not get it a wider audience!!!! a fav a 7 [and do you ever write anything BUT a 7] Light & Love Little Sis

  1. Date: 4/27/2013 2:05:00 PM
    Your poems are never never ordinary.....so much thought and insight, and even with the simple subject as Typewriter......deeper than the blackest ink might be.....(oh...didn't mean to get so dramatic!! lol)

  1. Date: 4/26/2013 11:57:00 AM
    orgasmic in a most delightful way, cyn... you can make any topic grow new roots and come out as a bloom... yes, being different and authentic is poetry's intent...there is no such thing as " out of the box".. there is NO box... thank you for resonating with me as well... one-of-a-kind write, you know what i mean...:) huggs and love ya!..:)

  1. Date: 4/19/2013 2:04:00 PM
    fascinating write indeed. Thanks, Cyndi - enjoyed the contest : )

  1. Date: 4/19/2013 1:53:00 PM
    My, My...I must say I rather enjoyed this, but I agree with Andrea. You nailed it, Cyndi...have a good weekend up there in Canada...hope its not too cold!

  1. Date: 4/18/2013 11:26:00 PM
    gosh, you so intellectualized this topic, I fear I could never live up to this good writing you did!! awesome!

  1. Date: 4/18/2013 9:43:00 PM
    Just dropping in to say Hello, and that I've enjoyed your sharing tonight, xxx