What are you reading?

Irish John McGahern  The Pornographer

Comparing yourself or learning at his knee?

Excuse me

You’re a pornographer.

I am not

Ohplease . . . you write about sex you certainly talk about it.

And politics an religion an equal opportunity offender an wha appears to meappeals to me in any given moment  Hence pen tucked over my ear if paper not in a book a piece folded in my pocket

Yacant take me anywhere not social gatherings Im guaranteed to offend an usually in very short order 

Its a talent

But you write about se . .

. . Love  Flirtation   Admiration Desire

                                                Not denying sex

You write graphically about it.      

   Sometimes

                   More often its nuanced

Nuanced. 

          You write about fucking.

I write about imagined  fucking   the way artists use white space

                                                                       Lead the reader up to the edge letem decide if they want to jump  to jump in

Imagine

I hint sexuality

   But you don know because you don read me an therefore assume

I imagine you write like you talk.

Ya don imagine  Ive toldya tha

Have you?

I have

           Im not a pornographer

I write about animated inanimate things spiders cats

                                                        I write about a leaf floating on a pool surface casting a shadow on the bottomwhich looks like a turtle  an as the sun lowers in the sky the leaf drifting towards the end the shadow-turtle climbing the side until it surfacesemerges a turtle   that crawls away into garden beds

 

 

 

What am I supposed to say about that?

Nothing

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