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Erotic Faith: Sex as Religion (or Kaleidoscopic Perspectives on Sex and Love, Part II)
Erotic Faith: Sex as Religion (or Kaleidoscopic Perspectives on Sex and Love, Part II) I've posted in the past a few times about what I call erotic faith: the way sex partakes in the divine, the spiritual, the religious, the holy. Here's another kaleidoscopic swirl of quotes, passages, and poems suggesting, so often through metaphor, a link between the religion and eros, love and the miraculous. To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god. –Jorge Luis Borges, Other Inquisitions At the heart of sex is something intrinsically spiritual, the desire for a union so primal it can be called divine. –Sam Keen Love and religion! ... How detestable, how detestable they are! ... The cruelest things in the world...love and religion. –Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world. –Pablo Neruda, “The Queen” Where there is great love there are always miracles. –Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle. –Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer … here was a boundless sensual freedom, theirs for the taking, even blessed by the vicar—with my body I thee worship—a dirty, joyous, bare-limbed freedom, which rose in his imagination like a vast airy cathedral, ruined perhaps, roofless, fan-vaulted to the skies, where they would weightlessly drift upward in a powerful embrace and have each other, drown each other in waves of breathless, mindless ecstasy. –Ian McEwan, On Chesil Beach The sexual embrace can only be compared with music and with prayer. –Havelock Ellis This was love: a string of coincidences that gathered significance and became miracles. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun In my hands your body is a hymnal open to the familiar page of praise. I sing you in the ancient rhythm that brought us all here to make what we will of this world, I sing you in tongues and in silent awe of our loving, certain only of imminent separation. –Anne K. Smith, “Praise” Desire confounds us, Buddhist, Christian, Muslim, Jew, atheist, pantheist, agnostic … desire confounds us. Our vocabulary of the erotic spirit is often impoverished. –Sam Hamill, preface to The Erotic Spirit: An Anthology of Poems of Sensuality, Love, and Longing |
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4/18/2010 10:10 pm |
I am confounded. [post 2292198] And I prefer it that way.
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