Robin Hawke

June 5, 2011, 3:42 PM
Filed under: Love and Romance | Tags: , , ,

Aphrodite, the goddess of love, beauty and sexuality, figures importantly in my thoughts.  I wonder how much sex the characters in my books should have, how stunning they are and whether their love is as pure as the smell of honeysuckle. How much desire, lust, do these characters feel? Will my hero worship stretch marks? Will she mind his thinning hair?  Will their love have the maturity of a fully formed goddess rising from the sea?

I punch Aphrodite’s soft belly. My thumb is tucked in; my knuckles make a flat plain of force.  I pull out handfuls of Aphrodite’s long tresses. I ignore her creamy, lovely breasts. I kick her feet with vehemence—a fast, roundhouse kick that topples her back into salty foam. I’m violent with anger. Love, Beauty, Sexuality flounder; Aphrodite begs for immortality.

She can’t swim.

I watch, troubled. I don’t speak Greek, so don’t understand her pleas. Reluctantly, I curl my fist. Aphrodite, go back from whence you came.  Quit seducing me with your perfections and your promises of constant euphoria.

An Eye for Beauty
June 3, 2011, 2:04 PM
Filed under: Emotions, Life and Stuff | Tags: ,

I’ve been trained in the arts and have an eye for beauty. This does not make me special. We all know beauty. What is beautiful can look sordid, childish, quick, painstaking, redemptive; it can nod to truth or fantasy; uncomfortable or comfortable, it can flow through us or catch us unawares.

I know something is beautiful when I fall in love with the means it takes to grow me—the ways it opens me up to passionate living.