Wednesday, March 21, 2007

The Negative Space
Artist vs. Man

Kofi Fosu Forson

What happens in-between the point when a man meets a woman to the moment of consummation?

The artist is a gigolo. He is greedy. He packs a wallop, psychology, neurosis, madness, sexuality, originality, fashion and kink. There are many reasons to thought-provoke the boundaries of the negative space when it comes to love.

Man is a monster. He is mean and yet conquerable. Love is the very thing, allowing for a feeling of helplessness.

Upon meeting a woman, if the man takes interest, he is politely courteous. And yet there are a million thoughts raging within him. This is the beginning of the indecisions which make up the negative space, the emptiness between two points. In this case, the time spent alone without the perspective female interest.

What is one left to do with the self? During the quiet time spent watching television, a model sparks the memory of the love interest. Thoughts range from a fantasy to a potential conversation. But in the locker-room it is known…you never phone a girl two days after and you certainly never masturbate thinking about her.

So what are the non-masturbatory activities? Watching pornography is prevalent at this time. There are moments spent talking to friends about the love interest. Female friends endure a lot of talk at this point. Men want to know what to say and how to behave. Some men feel free enough to have sex with other girls at this time.

The artist is a different creature. He is after all a man and he does what’s expected of most men. However, he has an advantage. He’s an artist. It’s possible for him to sit and live off the essence of the love interest. Songs can be written about her, mostly nonsensical songs sung while bathing or cooking. He can hire a model and make paintings. He could sleep with the model while thinking of the love interest. Against all wishes of the man laws, he can call her the very next day.

Eventually, both men would have reached a conclusion. It wouldn’t be whether they would have slept with her at all. Rather who was successful in making do with the empty space between the first time they met the love interest and the moment when they claimed her as lover or ex.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Oral Therapy

Kofi Fosu Forson

“Rachel, Rachel, shoot me up with nova cane,” Rahlo Kitchencup screamed in my play Fifth of Floyd.

Would you compare nova cane to heroin? This would be properly suited for a pharmacist. The pleasure of the needle piercing the skin! If in a dental clinic, the student doctor handles the gravitative weight of the needle in his hand. It’s reminiscent of James Bond gripping a weapon. A heroin addict would tie a cloth around his arm. He would then prepare to pierce his skin with the needle.

The variance of these acts has to do with levels of potency. Nova cane doesn’t compare to heroine. But indeed, I personally get tremendous and arduous pleasure, sitting in the dentist chair, watching while he prepares the needle, waiting for him to inject me in the gum. The moments that follow are delirious, sensational…as if I were drunk.

Much is said about the fear of dentists. I love them. Dental clinics have provided me with Russian and Polish female dentists wearing white uniforms, physically astute with welcoming faces. I have been massaged, at least from the neck up.

Student dentists are different from doctors. Student doctors are approachable. Doctors are more prone to perform, examine and leave.

The one big fear people have of going to the dentist is experiencing root canal. Try oral surgery. The gums bleed incessantly. The jaws swell. We are all used to cavities. But with severe gum disease, the gums receed. This is known as periodontitis.

If there were ever a thing known as oral therapy, it’d be my experience at the dental clinic. Enough care is taken to keep my mouth fresh. Modern technology has allowed for the whitening and straightening of the teeth.

Unbeknownst to smokers, cigarettes are one major effect on the health of the teeth and gums. Apparently, the intake of smoke causes the gums to receed, therefore loosening the teeth.

One aspect of oral surgery is the final job of suturing. That’s when the dentist applies instrument with thread to the gums and proceeds to sew them. During this process, the patient would have undergone a series of treatment to the gums. It’s pure euphoria.

The greatest embarrassment is when the dentist offers you a toothbrush and toothpaste. As if to say, we stand to lose our teeth if we don’t use the right toothpaste, toothbrush, or floss. And so after every meal we brush. Before we go to sleep, we floss.

Do you smile when you look in the mirror?

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Aromatic Fangola
Kofi Fosu Forson

Thin air, sunlight traveling fast…black love, German-love-machine
Birthday boy, Ghanaian lips, kisses like pistachio
Candles burn, cigar smoke, Christmas in the month of May
Love story by Eberstadt, white shoes, woo-you-voodoo
Afro punk, Euro glitter, African show-show, belly-belly
Empire State, champagne water, seduction, move closer
New York, lust, aromatic fangola, woo me, woo you
Downtown jazz…All that razz-ma-tazz

Buddhist flat, fleur de mode, danse…ballet erotico
Guru, embracing, back-bone, push-push love, blood rush
Word pimp, drum beat looping, hot love, pale thigh, black thong
Blue Deneuve, tough tongue, painting, water lilies, bare-naked

Blanco, Negro, cabeza, gorila, leopardo, luna
Body, ritual, femur, effervescence, candlessence
Breakfast, conversation, boudoir, espresso, avocado
Harley Davidson, t-shirt, divine, laughter, companion, lover

Spiritual chocolate, intellectual pubis, elegance, existence
Juju, libation, mid-town, Motown, white-hot-heat
Black-funk-feast, prosciutto, confetti, finale