Poetic word of processes, machines, gears, artifacts, mechanisms. The word that marks attitudes, sometimes hurts fiercely as the spearhead, sometimes heals with a touch of sweetness. The word love, ecstasy, imagination, penetrating and acute — the language of the living being, content and discontent.

Verbal Penetration, the language of a “complex engineering” syntax. The poet is a craftsman of descriptions and metaphors that seek the “mechanism of the sign” in prose and verse.

From the language outcrops living entities that writhes to habits of the animal-man  and change, grow, defile itself, evolve.  From its constituent part, the phonetics is one that can zoom in or out each other. Absolutely nothing is absolute. Nothing! In fact, the most common is that these sounds have different meanings: idioms expressions, accent. Hence, for the “double meaning ” is a leap: Word. Nothing more natural or even funny.

The eroticism of the word

Penetration of the pleasure by the word, manifestation of all deeper senses of the individual, the connection of the expression of the language as a source of human erogenous sensations. The word which produces an imaginary reality that causes chills, orgasmic satisfactions: erotic poem.

And we, as thinking beings, proceed our experiences to imagine, to create images, to embody the word with the matter touched, retouched, aspirated, heard, remembered, read, smelled, sensualized …

The word does things, the event it accomplishes the coitus, the pleasure in its essence. That is loveliness poet, master of his creation.

Love – Being an essential  word

Begin this song, envelop it all

Love guides my verse, as it guides,

Wed soul, desire, member and vulva.

Who will dare to say it is only soul?

Who does not feel the soul in the body expands itself

Until to blossom into pure shout

Of orgasm, a moment of infinity?

— Carlos Drummond de Andrade

The sensuality of the poem

Unravel each time, there, the act of a meeting, the meeting of bodies in new gesture, in overflow, in secret creation, desire, pleasure flowing into words.

The words go beyond the senses and sensuality, they are  the fusion of how we use them. Sometimes the meanings seem distant, but they form images we create, and sometimes we feel them when read them. That is the eroticism of language: the sign that awakens our most carnal senses. Some moral complaint to the language?

Our life is, in grand part, composed of dreams. It is necessary to connect them to action, to interact with individuals, and nothing more perfect than playing with words, to use this tool to communicate, express ourselves, to penetrate the innermost labyrinth of our brains.

I, as an individual, do not write out what I know, I write out what I imagine, I think most artists create their art in order to explore, not to give the answers. Poetry and art are not answers; they are questionings and we must do for ourselves.

“Eroticism is one of the bases of knowledge, as indispensable as poetry.” — Charles Baudelaire. The Paris Spleen. Little Prose Poems. Imago Editora, 1995.