Darwinian

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Tzara
Tzara
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It is how the genome speaks to self—
unfairly, all
below the belt. That your firm swell
of breast, of hip signals fecund youth
my loins do not know.
They merely reach for you,
compelled to join, to bind.

Where they lead, the mind must trail.
Yet it is also selfish.

Tzara
Tzara
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legerdemerlegerdemerover 8 years ago
Worth a revisit?

I really like this poem - it appeals to me on many levels. (Thanks to AlwaysHungry, who steered me to it.) Evolution and genetics woven perfectly into the psychology of lust and love.

But I do agree with others on the last line - the meaning is right on, but the phrasing falls flat - that line broke the rails, and instead of leading me on to ponder, it pulled me up short.

gi_janetgi_janetabout 12 years ago
Selfish

Love the perspective! Frameshift lower, though, and you might see that those genes work well only when they collaborate with other genes. A genome is collaborative, and transient.

NachthexeNachthexeabout 12 years ago
"hip signals fecund youth"

love it!

LeBrozLeBrozover 16 years ago
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TrollyTrollyabout 18 years ago
From Under the Bridge

Yawn. ZZZzzzz. . . .

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