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Without Internet at home right now, I post less often than I used to, which is sad, since I have heaps of things I'd like to tell you.

( Last weekend I had a perfect Saturday. )

I want to tell you about Eros the Bittersweet, which is one of the two Carsons from sugarpunfairy -- the other being Plainwater -- and which is changing the way I think about eros. I am reading it slowly, so that I can watch the change happen in my mind. When the stone blocks of the labyrinth shift and new paths open, old paths close, and I don't want to forget them just yet. I might need them again.

My Eros is a muddy boy, composed of my notions of erotic love, mixed with some vague Freudian notions, dancing in the arms of his brother Thanatos.

Carson is talking specifically about the Greek conception of Eros, and she says that what defines eros, desire, is the lack of what you desire. If you had what you desired, you would not desire it in the same way; it would not be eros.

Eros defined by lack. It's terrible. I resist it. It's inescapably true. And immediately applicable.

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