ERosanne: A short note

Monday 15 November 2010

A short note

This is just a short note to say that I set this blog up to find like-minded artists, who can appreciate the beauty of the human form. Please don't confuse the fact that I often express myself through the medium of art nude, with exhibitionism. There are plenty of websites on the internet for those who simply want to display their own genitals.

I have a stat-counter on this blog, so I know how my watchers find my work. It saddens me slightly to discover that I am linked via several websites that I would consider to be less than tasteful. I am aware that I can't dictate how and where my work is associated. I'm also aware that I can't influence how it is perceived in the mind of the viewer, and I can't define for you what is 'good taste.' However, I can assure you that my intention has always been to create art, not to provide sexual stimulation.

I have no wish to be associated with websites or material that is solely intended to titillate. Even my work that I myself have defined as 'erotic' is intended to stimulate the mind. There is a difference between 'intellectual erotica,' and pornography which leaves nothing to the imagination (this is intended to stimulate other parts of the anatomy).

Inevitably, there will always be those who associate nudity with sex. Partly this is because we live in a society that only ever depicts nudity in a sexual context. The internet is an open forum, and I can't decide who is worthy of viewing my work, and who isn't. I have no control over what you think when you look at images of me naked. I can tell you what my intention was when I created those images, but I can't force you to agree with me.

I can however control certain aspects of the appearance of this blog, and who is openly associated with it. I can and will block anyone who follows me and is clearly only seeking sexual gratification from these images. It's surprisingly easy to tell. If your avatar is nothing more than an image of your (or someone else's) genitals, don't expect to be featured in my list of followers for very long. Accumulating large numbers of followers does not motivate me. Creating tasteful artwork does.

There. Rant over.

Many thanks to those of you who follow me for the right reasons, and share my view on these points. Apologies to those who are reading this, to whom the rant does not apply. (The irony being, that those who should be reading it, have already scrolled past these words to the nude photos).

1 comment:

Mac Photo (Mark)26 November 2010 at 19:07
Great post. Couldn't agree with you more.
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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird - Wallace Stevens

Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.

II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.

III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.

V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.

VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?

VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.

IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.

X
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.

XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.

XII
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.

XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.

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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Mailbox - ERosanne

Blue, like the skies beyond,

merging into a
new mailbox.

Vacant space,
a mailbox stands alone
on barren land.

Darkest night,
a moonbeam reflects
from the mailbox.

A boat,
faring turbulent seas
to distant mailboxes.

A broken heart,
delivered to
an empty mailbox.

Flowers grow,
life springs from
an open mailbox.

But flowers die
and crumble from
a closed mailbox.

The road
is clearly visible
from a prison mailbox.

A river of dreams,
cascading from
a leaking mailbox.

Cobwebs creep,
demon swarming
over a peeling mailbox.

Sun sets behind
the silhouette
of a leaning mailbox.

Lightning strikes,
rain drips from
a broken mailbox.

A creature stirs,
a child is kicking
an old, old mailbox.

By ERosanne

(Written when living in the USA for a poetry project based on your favourite poem.
Wallace Stevens' poem "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" contains thirteen haiku like verses, this poem follows the same format.)

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If you had lived...

They say that some things are just not meant to be,
But nevertheless, you were special to me.
'You' were my hopes, and my future plans,
I imagined my world in your tiny hands.

In my thoughts, I had held you,
Pictured who you might be,
And I felt that I knew you,
Though you never knew me.

For weeks, you provided my secret smile,
And I'm proud that I carried you 'round, for a while.
I'd like to believe you are safe, up above,
But if you had lived - you would have been loved.

ERosanne.
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