Comments on: Phone Sex Poetry

By: PQS

PQS — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 21:12:44 +0000

Phone sex is sort of ethereal. So in one sense, the poet is right. It IS a lot of electrons that are being lined up on a fiber-optic cable and, so, our fantasy isn’t reality and something ephemeral and transient.

But in another sense there’s also something solid and lasting to it — or at least there is sometimes. After all, it IS a real person on the other end that is theoretically straining her brain, trying to accommodate us, and thus is engaged in orchestrating the arrangement of those electrons. That makes it more than just particle physics.

And, like everyone else that has commented, I like the way Angela orchestrates her electrons. Nobody does it better.

By: booklover35

booklover35 — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 20:50:22 +0000

Not the type of phone sex to which you ascribe? “Electricity conveyed in a hoarse whisper from there to here” seems pretty accurate to me! And I miss those jolts desperately.

By: Mr. Smith

Mr. Smith — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 16:47:37 +0000

I looked at some of his other stuff. Quite the poet with haunting imagery. Thanks for always bringing us sexy and sensual and sophistication and brilliance–all in the same breath.

Which, by the way, is why I’m a fan and I keep coming back.

By: hdb

hdb — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 05:25:03 +0000

You know, you always find fun, hot and interesting stuff and share it with your loyal fiends (umm I mean friends).

But, I really miss calling you and hearing you talk nasty and tell me to do likewise. As much as this is fun and thanks, I wanna hear you!

So there, I said it!