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Eroticism is firstly a search for pleasure, and the goal of the techniques of love is to attain a paroxysm considered by the Upanishads as a perception of the divine state, which is infinite delight. (Kama Sutra, Alain Danielou)
THE SLOW ARROW OF BEAUTY. The noblest kind
of beauty is that which does not transport us suddenly, which does not make
stormy and intoxicating impressions (such a kind easily arouses disgust)
but that which slowly filters into our minds.
So why do two philosophers (Karene and Geoff) put up a web page on Erotic Art?
Partly because it is interesting, but most importantly is the belief that the woman's body has evolved to be very beautiful to both other men and women.
Further, because of the huge industry in Pornography (which we define as the exploitation of the woman's body to make money using the primitive lust of men as the motivating force), women (many feminists) have tended to rebel against the idea that a women should be defined by how they look. We are more inclined to believe that both the body and the mind are beautiful, thus there is nothing wrong with cultivating both to increase the pleasure and joy of life.
If sex and sensuality is a beautiful part of life that is enjoyed by both men and women, art that depicts the beauty of sexuality is not necessarily demeaning to women. With the use of quality erotic pictures, stories and text on this erotica webpage (which was created by a woman and a man) we hope to stimulate both sexes (who respond differently to sexual images).
So what is the difference between pornography and eroticism?
Pornography is always sexually explicit. It is not necessarily arousing (particularly if the people involved do not appear to be truly enjoying themselves), nor is pornography genuinely interested in artistic merit.
Good quality eroticism, unlike pornography, is generally less sexually explicit and always sexually arousing. Eroticism is more artistic than pornography in capturing the beauty, shape and form of the human body and its deeper portrayal of our emotions, lust and desire. Good erotic art portrays good healthy sexuality and sex; which is joyful, exciting, intimate, interesting and pleasurable. These are some ideas we plan on writing into a short philosophical essay on Erotic Art Vs. Pornography.
For now we leave you with our free Gallery of Erotic Art Pictures which we collected from the internet as well as our own pictures (from digital video). Towards the end of this page there are a few eroticism stories and poems which are also interesting.
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Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
It is not enough to conquer; one must know how to seduce
If it is not erotic, it is not interesting
Sex is dirty only when it's done right (Woody Allen)
Art is never chaste.
It ought to be forbidden
to ignorant innocents,
never allowed into
contact with those not
Yes, art is dangerous.
Where it is chaste,
it is not art.
The hidden harmony
is better than the obvious
Analyse any human emotion, no matter how far it may be removed from the sphere of sex, and you are sure to discover somewhere the primal impulse, to which life owes its perpetuation. (Sigmund Freud)
Give me chastity and continence, but not just now. (St. Augustine)
Nothing risqué, nothing gained.
Life is the flower of which love is the honey
Sex is an emotion in motion.
( Mae West)
Sexuality is a part of our behavior. It's part of our world freedom. Sexuality is something that we ourselves create. It is our own creation, and much more than the discovery of a secret side of our desire. We have to understand that with our desires go new forms of relationships, new forms of love, new forms of creation. Sex is not a fatality; it's a possibility for creative life. It's not enough to affirm that we are gay but we must also create a gay life. (Michel Foucault)
The omnipresent process of sex, as it woven into the whole texture of a man's or woman's body, is the pattern of all the process of all our life. (Havelock Ellis)
The art of life lies in taking pleasures as they pass,
and the keenest pleasures are not intellectual,
nor are they always moral. (Aristippus)
The artistic genius desires to give pleasure, but if his mind is on a very high plane he does not easily find anyone to share his pleasure; he offers entertainment but nobody accepts it. That gives him, in certain circumstances, a comically touching pathos; for he has no right to force pleasure on men. He pipes, but none will dance: can that be tragic? (Friedrich Nietzsche)
THE OVERVALUATION OF SELF IN THE BELIEF IN ARTISTS AND PHILOSOPHERS We are all prone to think that the excellence of a work of art or of an artist is proved when it moves and touches us. But there our own excellence in judgment and sensibility must have been proved first, which is not the case. (Friedrich Nietzsche)
Dark, alone together
moonlight softens the night
as she stands so sensual
gently by the wall
a small window
open to the world
golden light silhouettes her hips
caresses the curve of her breasts
hidden in dark shadow
safety in shadows
A young women
vulnerable, confident, excited
arms deliberate at her side
she stands there
a soft etching
to art and beauty
to life and lust
She lays upon a loose tangled rug of red cloth
late stoned nights
lost in dark moments of sensual sound
his words seem unreal
he whispers, watching
'Feel your hand, your fingers'
he senses the smoothness of her skin
as her fingers slide upon her body
caress the curve of her breast
'Look at me, this man who hungers for you.'
She opens dark eyes
heavy with lust
'Your cock is hard in my hand'
'I want to feel you, feel your hunger for me'
she moans to the darkness
her breath heavy
the rocking of her breasts
'Fuck me - Fuck me'
her voice urgent
seizes her body
sends her shuddering
The man has endured a long lonely journey
upon the restless sea of doubt and many faces
mocking thoughts, he sits within this world of his own construction
battered by the sea about
the alluring sea of doubt
and many faces
strange sensual sirens appear
drifting, calling, tormenting, near
The Odyssey - Homer
'Your next encounter will be with the Sirens, who bewitch everybody who approaches them. There is no homecoming for the man who draws near them unawares and hears the Siren’s voices; no welcome from his wife, no little children brightening at their fathers return. For with their high clear song the Sirens bewitch him, as they sit there in a meadow piled high with the moldering skeletons of men, whose withered skin still hangs upon their bones.'
'If you wish to listen yourself, make them bind you hand and foot, with the rope’s ends lashed to the mast itself. This will allow you to listen with enjoyment to the Siren’s voices.'
He knew this, the philosopher forewarned with knowledge
But he wished to flee the customs that bound him to this world
'Men are born free but end up in chains' Rousseau reminds him
to hear the Siren’s song unconstrained
free will, this illusion of choice
If only the gods guided him, wisdom in their voice
Such was the man’s desire - his arrogance, his
that his mind wandered to thoughts of pleasure
as the distant rhythmic chanting
over restless dark sea
captures his mind
'She is calling to me'
He stands upon the edge of his logical construction
looks across the dark sea
smiles briefly, bravely to himself
takes a deep breath, closes his eyes
dives down deep
deep into the dark shifting faces
they reach for him, pulling him down
down deep in desperate writhing darkness.
He lies still, on soft sand beach
restless waves, hungry waves
bite and lick the sensual shore
he gazes at the world above
A billion stars scattered shimmering in dark space
'I know you' he cries
'I understand what you are, that we are one, connected by waves.'
'You are my friends, my certainty, my guiding lights as I journey upon this strange sea of doubt and many faces.'
'You are my friends, hear me.'
'You are my friends'
He repeats, he demands, but there is no answer
He is alone
All is One
His thoughts, lost in space, sense the beat
the rhythmic chanting heat
the heatness of cicadas.
He sits, silent, breathless, listening
the rhythm ebbs and flows from the dark forest
a place of fear and doubt
the sensual spell of the chanting
the rhythm of wild imagining
he follows the rhythm of the dark unknown
'Open your eyes,'
her voice reassures
'Open your eyes, you are safe, trust me.'
All about is blackness, save the light of a lone candle
It burns silently, the flame slowly dancing
Incense, thin trails of heavy scent, spiral upwards, pervade the man’s mind
Memories, instincts intrude his thoughts.
Time to be, to feel, to sense.
A wine glass upon the table
deep red wine within
He stares at the glass, it's shadow, slave to the candle's will, weaves an erotic dance.
Watching, captured by soft movement
lulled, deceived, seduced
he is thirsty, he hungers
takes the rich red wine, drinks deeply
the sweet taste of nature's fruit upon his tongue
She turns her head deliberately, to stare, to challenge.
Excited/fearful, the man looks upon the women,
beauty binds his gaze, powerless he watches
her eyes are cool and dark, darkness, he falls, senses lost
he closes his eyes.
Her hand instinctively touches him, she speaks,
her soft voice intrudes, and briefly overwhelms the rhythm, the cicadas.
Her voice is kind and gentle, soothing.
'You are tired and have come far to see me. I am flattered. Please, stay and rest, there is no need to hurry, there is no need to be afraid.'
The man sits by the table, drinks deeply again. His mind
'I have come as you say, for I am curious as to your allure, but first, please tell me why you have sent for me, why do you want me so?'
Her voice chides the man, she laughs.
'I have sent for you, you say. This is not so, you come of your own free will. I shall take no blame for your weakness and lust.'
Her words shock and disturb him.
'This is not so, I am upon an urgent journey of great importance to the world. I have no time for the weakness of the flesh. I am more noble than this, for I am a philosopher, a slave to matters of the mind, a servant to truth. I bear knowledge of great importance to humanity - of what is Real, of how we are able to touch and feel.'
He says the words, wanting to believe in them, seeking comfort
But she mocks him, for she understands him.
'You may rightly know the truth of matter, that we are formed from waves in Space. Indeed, your knowledge is complex. But man is more complex again than this matter from which he is made. You know yourself no more than a child, so enjoy your pleasures as you find them, without doubt and concern, for I am a woman, and it is in your nature to lust for me.'
The man watches her as she speaks, captivated by the alluring charm of simple logic, of warm red wine, of reasoned words provoking him.
Her hand, slender burnished arm, resonating, moves in space
sending violent shadows to flee in the dark
as delicate fingers take the wine
she drinks deeply.
Shadows danced and weaved
her body in soft spangled space
The heat has raised a sweat upon her skin
he imagines the taste of her salty sweat
the heat surrounds him, torments him,
he shivers, down deep within.
A moth flaps about the candle
it too has hunger for the allure of the light
driven by wild instincts
of brief burning ecstasy
The flapping moth, one time too close, lays slowly dying.
He watches, wondering if it felt any pain.
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Erotica Websites: For Beautiful Artful Vintage Erotica / Erotic Stories
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Eastern Philosophy: Kama Sutra - 'Praised be the three aims of life, virtue (dharma), prosperity (artha), and love (kama), which are the subject of this work.' Kama Sutra (Kama Shastra). See also: Karma Sutra Pictures - Karma Sutra Positions - Karmasutra - Kama Sutra: The Art of Love - Kama Sutra: Women - Kama Sutra: Marriage. Discussion and Quotes, Pictures, Positions from Famous Indian Sexual Philosophy of the Kama Sutra.
Philosophy Feminism - Philosophy and Criticism of Feminist Theory and the Feminism Movement by Karene Howie and Geoff Haselhurst. To live Life as a True Woman requires understanding what a Woman is, i.e. how a Woman Exists as Matter in Space and thus their Connection to Man, Child, Sexuality, Nature, Society, and Cosmos.
Philosophy-Art-Truth - On the Philosophy of Art and the Art of Philosophy. The Greatest Art is Founded on Profound Truths. Classic Art Pictures, Quotations from Famous Philosophers / Artists on Beauty, Truth and Art
Philosophy-Love-Sex-Orgasm - On the Evolutionary Foundations of Love, Sex and Orgasm: Sex as Reproduction, Couple Bonding, Evolution of Immune System.
Erotic Links - List of Quality Erotica sites on the internet. Links to Vintage Erotica Pictures, Erotic Stories, Essays, Philosophy of Sex.
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