| Excerpt from Robert
Greene's "The Art of Seduction"
from "The Art of Seduction" outlines how we can learn from Casanova
to fulfill another's fantasies.
was perhaps the most successful seducer in history; few women could
| Pretending us by Carol L.
Skolnick [ Salon.com ] |
Why do we make this big deal out of this
simple and absurd thing that two people do?
keep wanting our relationship to be deep, but it's really just about
eating and copulating and discussing mundane things like my latest
job interview '
| Excerpt from Gerald
Gould's "Monogamy" |
the horror that, night after night,
Sits grinning on my pillow --
that I meant
To mix the peace of being innocent
With the warm
thrill of seeking out delight:
This is the final blasphemy, the
On all pure purpose and divine intent --
To dress the
selfish thought, the indolent,
In the priest's sable or the
sake, if you sin, take pleasure in it,
And do it for the
pleasure. Do not say:
`Behold the spirit's liberty! -- a
Will see the earthly vesture break away
And God shine
through.' Say: `Here's a sin -- I'll sin it;
And there's the
price of sinning -- and I'll pay.'
| 'Poetry for Cheaters' by
D. Reid Wallace |
about adultery? Now that's an uncommon perspective, is what lots of
folks say about my work. Actually, my decision to use poetry seemed
entirely natural because of the expressed emotions revealed in my
interviews with men and women engaged in secret love affairs. Their
candor helped me identify the complex issues of infidelity as well
as the pain and pleasure of the experience." - D. Reid Wallace.
from 'Stolen Love : Poetry for Cheaters' by D. Reid Wallace.
I forgot to
care about Having grown so round Nobody was asking for My hand in
marriage or My body in bed So why diet down 20 lbs?
right place At the right time A chance encounter Made me remember
What's been forgot. Agreed to, and see you Over and over again. With
undivided attention You have yet to mention That I should diet down
I know you're not staying Not paying bills, raising my
kids Or giving me your name; But there is something of value I can
happily claim: Your caring way with me More meaningful than it
sounds Was just the motivation I needed To diet down 20 lbs.
love holidays and weekends Times to relax and let down, spent with
friends But now all they are is a countdown until time away from you
ends. My closest friend, Alan, is the only one who knows When I
appear preoccupied where my thoughts go; In my mind we can be
together Whenever and wherever I choose Doesn't equal the real thing
but it gets me through The weekend, that seems to come around so
fast, If only our time together could seem as long to last.
comfort to know you're also sad, thinking as I do Misery like this
needs company What better partner in crime than you. Thanksgiving
and Christmas Remind me, how thankful I am for the gift Of a
wonderful, special someone anxiously Waiting, to share lusty love
and secret sex.
Let's see, there are 104 Saturdays and Sundays
And eleven holidays to make us melancholy, too Living two lives the
way we do Weekends and holidays, I spend time missing you.
says you're up to no good Says you've bedded more women than any
normal man could My psychic says you'll hurt me one day and I should
stay away From the likes of you.
My psychic says you're just
foolin' Around with my heart That I should get smart About getting
in too deep Stop losing sleep Over the likes of you.
says your wife's just fine In other circumstances she'd be a friend
of mine My psychic says she, too, is often blue Putting up with the
likes of you.
But my psychic doesn't know everything She doesn't
know the thrill Having you brings Doesn't know how risking discovery
Makes stealing love with you Pure reverie.
She can't know
because she can't see How to make her own life better Never mind me!
So I think I'll ignore her warning and meet you tomorrow morning
Because I couldn't care less about what my psychic says.
and I lied as I promised to let you go. I've hurt her again, seems
there's no end to the pain I've caused. I feel bad, but still
can't stay away from you I'm crazy for your touch, need you so much
You've taken hold of my heart, and still
She cares for me, in
her our children see the ideal mother, and so do I. I can never deny
what she brings to our lives, She's like all good wives, I'm damn
lucky, but still
I want what's not mine; whenever there's time,
I knowingly betray her trust. I must have you in my life even though
So much of who I am is bound up in This marriage I once believed was
all I needed.
But now the feeling's no longer there, and I don't
want to share a life of duty instead. So I'm selfish enough
risk it all whenever you call and say you'll see me Still
You seem to
disapprove when I tell you truthfully That I don't let a guilty
conscience bother me. I'm no hypocrite I know what I'm out here to
do, with you So I won't say I feel bad Just sad, watching you suffer
So here's the question I offer: What good is guilt if it doesn't
keep you at home?
was perfect, couldn't have been better That's why I cried so when I
got his letter It was the best it's ever been. Let's end it on that
note, So we can remember the loving, wonderful way We spent our time
together,' Was his suggestion. I couldn't see it that way at first,
but perhaps in time I'll see the good in his approach But it doesn't
take the pain away Or mend a heart that's breaking It was a clean
break the decent man I loved was making.