Vintage Pin Up: Love – 1905 Style

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Arthur Symons says:

symons

” Your kisses, and the way you curl,
Delicious and distracting girl,
Into one’s arms, and round about,
Luxuriously in and out
Twining inextricably, as twine
The clasping tangles of the vine;
Strong to embrace and long to kiss,
And strenuous for the sharper bliss,
Insatiably enamored of
The ultimate ecstasy of love. “

The Friday Mail Bag

Piles and piles
of vintage postcards —

–nothing —

(ok,
so,
almost nothing)

can make me
happier on a
rainy afternoon
than to spend a
couple of hours
shuffling through
all the goodies,
and finding a few gems
for the Friday Mailbag
post.

And I think you may
like the ones we picked
out —

— at least I hope
you will.

It kinda puts a
bummer-pall
on the whole thing
otherwise.

Cause share-ing it
(or bare-ing it )
is caring.

Errr… it.

And staring is
just plain rude.

Hey,
I’ll bet you don’t
see cards like these
every day.

Although,
now that I
think about it, we’re
posting cards like this
every day on this blog,
so…..

Forget what I was
just saying then….

What I meant was
they’re special.

No,
not special like
that little bus I used
to have to ride to school,
either, wiseguy.

The damn self-talk
around here is
getting down right
argumentative, man.

So,
like –
help out –
and let us know what
you think.

Otherwise,
my habit to referring to
myself as a plural is
only gonna get worse–

and we wouldn’t want
that to continue,
would we ?

No, we wouldn’t.

Thank you.

!! HOY !!

Sylvia Plath says:

sylvia plath

I shut my eyes
and all the world
drops dead;
I lift my lids
and all is born again.

(I think I made you up
inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing
out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness
gallops in:
I shut my eyes and
all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you
bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck,
kissed me quite insane.

(I think I made you
up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky,
hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and
all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return
the way you said,
But I grow old and
I forget your name.

(I think I made you
up inside my head.)

I should have loved
a Thunderbird instead;
At least when spring
comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and
all the world drops dead.

(I think I made you up
inside my head.)