Monday, December 11, 2006
Tight
Today's moderately non-sexy Conway Twitty album cover is from 1981's Number Ones. Note the inviolate dome of hair, the sultry gaze burning through the haze of post-disco sleaze, the theoretically provocative necklace resting in the sparse thatch of chest hair, the bling before bling was bling of the gold watch and the ring, the sensitive stylings of the wine-hued sweater, its sleeves rolled comfortably up and the arms crossed like a man who knows what heartache is but longs to someday love again.
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I hope "It's Only Make-Believe" is on that record. That tune has a lovely, lurching, Elvis impersonation in the lyrics.
Now, have I double-posted this comment? This beta-blogger crap is really ruining my blog reading/writing experience. Hrmph. I leave a comment, it makes me sign in again...I got a rash on....Sympathies, please.
-cK
Conway Twitty? Or Richard Simmons?
I love it when the lord speaks in this way.
--mG
Oh the hair, the hair. Is to die for.
Your take is all wrong.
This is a middle-aged man who doubts himself, is overweight, whose stylist is attempting to hide this with the big hair-do and the crossed arms.
All people want to considered beautiful.
My take is all right! Right! As in correct!
Or maybe I mean ironic...
have you told your devoted readers about your long-lasting obsession with big hair, dangly medallions, and those cashmere sweaters?
Hey! That was our secret!
And,
Didn't you know that most men who wear those plunging necklines and unbutton their buttons to there are actually sweating...?
They must expose chest hair in order to survive in this hot world.
I must confess I did not know that.
Those tendrils of love
underneath his shirt
call out to me--desperately!
Feel me, touch me, allow me
to be masculine in this soft
warm, womb-like world!
You inspire me.
oh, I inspire myself!
I've no doubt!
What should my next poem be about?
you could always go the pubic hair route...
Uh, maybe not...
The fact that men, perhaps, desire a bikini line on their own private areas.
You're scaring me!
to draw attention to myself
i draw a line, a V, like the geese
like the intersecting angles
of nose against nose,
cheekbone against hand,
like the symbol of peace.
the lines i need to rehearse
to myself when i think of healing.
I'm going to steal those noses.
Um, Paul, are you your own Anonymous? I worry about you.
When seeking joy from 1970s album covers, don't overlook the Ricky Skaggs catalog.
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