Love of books, articles, essays. Love of words and images, dreams they paint. Eyes wander gently thru phrases, cherishing every word, dot, emphasis. Like lover's hands on the soft skin and curve of hip, waist. Lips on collarbone. Or rushing thru phrases, violently jumping on words, skipping rudely few of them. And needing more, more, more... out of pure pleasure.
So many different kinds of texts, so many different ways to read them. Reading like someone's hunting you. Reading like making love. Writing like making love.
I found a text that is written with so much emotion in it that it is easy to feel the wind, the fresh air of the Pacific. With so much pain, that it takes the breath away, even as a complete outsider.
http://blog.isaac.shabtay.com/2009/04/low-tide.html
Sometimes words are like photographs, as they draw a detailed picture in front of eyes. Sometimes words are even more than that, and there's no way of escaping the word they create. Nor there is any will to escape.
I am eager to hear if any of my readers have a text to recommend. I love words.
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Oh my GOD.
I cannot remember last time I read something like this. All the words went straight thru me. Or, thru my vains like you said.
I'm a bit confused. And I'm feeling strange, like I'd miss something? Anyhow, that text gave me weird vibrations..
While reading the story it felt like I'd be there watching them, feeling them and, huh.
Thanks, this was something so cool!
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