from hence she comes forth on the churches in delight

Lust Never Sleeps
An academic’s sexual memoir puts the ire in desire

Once in a while a book appears that’s so bad you want it to be a satire. If you set out to produce a parody of postfeminist mumbo jumbo, adolescent narcissism, excruciating erotic overshares, pseudopoetry, pretentious academic jargon, and shopworn and unshocking “dirty talk,” you could not do better than Unmastered: A Book on Desire, Most Difficult to Tell.

Sugawara no Michizane, ~870 AD

Off with that girdle, like heaven’s zone glistering,
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that spangled breastplate, which you wear
That th’eyes of busy fools may be stopped there:
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime
Tells me from you that now it is bed time.

From “Elegy XIX: To His Mistress Going to Bed” by John Donne.

I have a spelling checker,
It came with my PC.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss steaks aye can knot sea.
Mark Eckman & Jerrold Zar

"The Only Thing"
A poem by William Taylor Jr.

To be beautiful
in spite of everything,

that is what is needed.

In spite of the ugliness
of these times
and of this people.

In spite of what
you have done
and what has been done
to you.

In spite of life,
in spite of death.

To be beautiful
when nothing else is.

It is not an easy thing
but it is the only thing
that matters.

I will try
if you will.

I was combing through this collection of poems, and couldn’t help but feel this one in particular captures a sentiment well-needed after this week’s events.