tongue-in-chick: an introduction to relational aesthetics
art aficionados have lately bumped
into some good advice from the theory pros
some call it relational aesthetics others
refer to the concept as plain old
“participation”
It bears on an ancient discovery: chicks
like tongues not in their cheeks but way down under
“Australian Kiss” would be a great name
for this instead of the more surgically precise cunilingus
of Latin fame a term that rises pleasure way above standard
English probably a concession to prudence and euphemism.
Look it up in the medical dictionary: oral stimulation of the female
genitalia and then you must stop again to search for stimulus to discover
that it has nothing to do with Obama’s economics and then
genitalia will leave you quite befuddled and aghast.
In the expectation that if people don’t understand something
they will overlook the joy it brings, the prudish pundits keep
their arcane Latin words as an apotropaic[1] mantra
so that we only make scholarly love.
But think “Australian Kiss” and the mind soars and sees
the South Seas and feels the South Winds and tastes the
salty South Airs and smells
the South Perfume of yet-unseen shores
disappearing due to Global Warming
way down under
Just imagine yourself “Australiankissed” right now
melting under my tongue globally warmed
think:
whether you are sitting or standing
how this adventurous kiss will just rocket you up and
down beyond the mass, volume and measure of our little planet
Earth warm warm warm down under
melting
But going back to the original topic
—relational aesthetics and its connection with the
Australian Kiss— (please bear with me on this one)
chicks like tongues in their chicks and like to dance chick to chick
and make one another just adore their intimate fowl
and like to cooperate with one another
e.g., I lick and you lift and I stroke with my tongue and you
slide to the left and I slide along and you stroke my nose
with those wide wet kinda’sticky lips and I lunge my tongue
into your gentle-Thalia (one of the famous Greek Karitai) and you bend your back
upwards and slowly come down and your fingers slowly peek into
my mouth and I suck you slowly and travel to the right
and my head grows heavy while you swirl
your belly beautiful and gently
tremble.
It sounds complex, it’s a tango that takes two,
so you can well see the imperious importance of cooperation
and coordination and participation when executing the
premises of relational aesthetics
sure-fire and profound pure
philosophy of pleasure
oh, is such fun when the chick trembles and sways and
it’s such a nice surprise when she opens her eyes
and finds herself in
Australia!
[1] Apotropaic: supposedly having the power to avert evil influences or mal de ojo.
*del libro inédito Down Under