decision to fuck —
that moment when a woman
can bend time and space
Alternative titles I thought of were homing pigeon and radar and gravity — but finally settled on dimension, probably because it relates to Robert Graves’ claim that a poet works in the 4th and 5th dimensions, where his thinking forms a unity with that of his muse. I suppose my understanding of the word ‘magic’ (as in sciencegoodmagicbetter) derives directly from Graves. I could almost have called it sciencegoodpoetrybetter. While it’s true that in 2014, even to me, Graves does cut a very strange figure — nevertheless I do believe he was right that there is something almost supernatural about heterosexual desire, and that poetry is probably the purest expression of this. I have felt it viscerally at moments when I’ve been the lucky recipient of a woman’s amorous intention.
sciencegoodmagicbetter 