Portrait of Parrot
Lust, Voyeurism and Self-Redemption

Kofi Fosu Forson


Word “lover” is of the embrace.

The technicality which binds us encourages one to seek a partner thereby freeing the self from neurosis. In modern terms we accept this as the norm. The cancelling factor thereby explains reasons why most if not all are captivated by love as disease.

Envision a parrot inside a cage. This abnormal pet is then the persona that we as lovers are programmed to be. At a disadvantage the parrot observes potential partners walk in and out.

Seldom do we manage an understanding behind who we are and ultimately what defines us in that role. What we claim are manifestations prescribed potentially as drug.

If the parrot in its mild euphoria claims an identity based on whatever dialogue and situations encouraged before him he then becomes product to that environment. Lover would then be a designed existence based on mother/father figure, societal norms and the interpreting of ones identity.

To engage in act of love…the crush in every being!

Hunger, lust, desire are basis for our survival. A longing would best express need for nourishment. Lust has probabilities bordering an intervention to will against as if by force of nature summon onto another reality ones hope and desire…the attraction and brilliance in another.

Lust then by nature is the most emphatic form of desire. It carries over in brilliant light what we seek in another. As predisposition, the human travels in a subconscious reality. If given towards the act of love, he gravitates without notion and/or by determination to the opposite gender.

In the virtual world, people live off the fancy of others based on intellect and sex. This brings about notions of fantasy and movement of light travelling through virtual reality.

Lustful desire then remains evident within a conscious space where one meditates on an image alongside a profile resulting in an exchange of text casual in the everyday variety. It never reaches fulfilment outside of potentiality surmised throughout transatlantic hook-ups or intense revelations depicting sexuality based on a spiritual and intellectual vibe.

How do we render ourselves as “lovers” with regards to modernity? Voyeuristically conscience revolves around the lives made functionable in the immediate world wide internet.

Is it then possible to harbour a conventional relationship and still be able to lust?

Livelihood bases itself on continuity. In doing so, we command a need for variety of things. Most of them are circumscribed by gender and sex. The greatest challenge would be to have it all (the fruit) and seek (pulp) in another.

Modern romance has inspired the female allowing for the inclusion of multiple partners, none of which has to do with lust…that undeniable desire. It’s more an excuse, a pointless and greedy hump, and not willingly embracing love.

What a person of intellect and sex seeks in lust is ability to protect the qualifying feeling of love, predicament found in an artist’s relationship with a muse or the circumstances surrounding marriage and infidelity.

In this the virtual age, best it exist in conscience, a means of deceit and contempt, not a drive towards abnormality.

Velvet Revolver
Kofi Fosu Forson

Early mornings during rush hour when you sit across from the appropriate person with a sexual default much time is spent wrestling thoughts and images about power and control.

Before him was a Seige-Seige punk femme fetal, red obnoxious hair in a parted ‘fro bound by a white leather trench coat, black and white striped leggings and black boots. Her hands were secured inside the length of pockets with legs crossed. As he made his face familiar she looked sideways, constantly blinking. His glance was immediate and confrontational. Noticing she was uncomfortable he backed off, adjusting himself.

He turned to look at her, imagining her breasts. Somehow he felt they were fully developed with a wide circle of pink flesh surrounding the nipples which protruded as miniature cones. It wasn’t an intentional provocation. His attention was placed around her yet he kept envisioning himself sucking her breast full-mouthed.

She uncrossed her legs. He stared at the passenger sitting next to her and then back at her. She coughed quietly watching reflections in the mirror. He did the same altering his thinking all together.

Scandinavian politics had left him since his betrothal to a local woman. He finds himself in a foreign country needing to escape.

Football by standard was religion. His teammates made the rounds. He always had a girlfriend. Having had to keep his promise he has become neurotic, seeking conversations with young Latin women wanting to buy them off from their parents or seducing the delivery boys into giving him a hand job.

The woman has since taken out her Ipod lost in a wall of sound. He looks at her, sharp and tight, then again inspecting the reflection in the mirror, turning his attention away. The passenger sitting next to her in turn watches him. He once again maintains composure, avoiding eye-contact with the woman.

Several students walk into the subway car chattering. For the moment the woman is obscured. He catches a glimpse every now and then straining his eyes to find her in-between the motioning bodies, people leaving and entering. On his mind are thoughts of making love. He notices her adjusting the Ipod, looking around as if she could actually hear them in his fantasy.

The subway car is crowded at a certain stop. Many force their way in. The man sits in embarrassment, desperate and helpless. He imagines himself and the woman trapped in a suicide bar where people come to drink themselves to death.

Pointing a gun he forces her into a corner making her expose breasts warm and soft. The gun in hand, pointed, he fondles her breasts with the other hand. She inches lower to perform on him, lips locked, welcoming the strength of cock in her mouth.

Refraining from the fantasy, he turns his attention on the woman. When their two eyes meet, she immediately hurries out the train onto the platform. He sits in a daze, mouth open, turning to look at the woman through the window.

Moments pass. He resumes the fantasy in which he dominates the woman on the bar, making love to her at will, removing his cock from about the pussy, spreading it open in admiration to begin again, entering and exiting to finally out of stress and strain cum on her face.

I-id-Enigma
Modern Lovers Handbook

Kofi Fosu Forson

The yuppie writer was given an unfair burial.

The term Bad Boy made applicable to the literary author owns a link to Norman Mailer, Henry Miller and William Burroughs. Two writers termed yuppie Brett Easton Ellis and Jay MClnerny owned the name "bad boy" based on the allure given the trend-setting lifestyle surrounding these two writers at a time when New York endured a burgeoning late-night culture.

They owned a certain sophistication found best and reminiscent of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Tom Wolfe. In tailored suits they were featured on magazine covers and saw the fortune of having their novels made into successful Hollywood films. They were modern lovers.

The "I" in every proclamation dictates authority. Less served are the idiosyncrasies which determine who is truly behind the unobjectionable "I". This very pronoun represents the immediate presence of those quick to use it as a form of reproach or disclosure.

In theatre we find Julius Caesar displaying the mindset of a person who governs. Much can be said in these our political times when senators and representatives incorporate their intensions along with their affirmation by using the "I" for effect.

Who is the I-id-Enigma? At its psychological centre are there not many influences that determine or undermine who we are as human, animal, schizoid? The human condition labours on pointlessness. Whatever merits this understanding is usually prolonged in the life process. We don't all subscribe to a governing philosophy. Much the difference in our finger prints such is the parallel in how we approach the certainty of death.

The act of love brings to life new birth. To secure this very life the act of love takes on complex interpretations. Understandable are the differences within gender culture. That indeed we are different species can be made normal in light of the summation we live in a genderless society. That is by rule a philosophy.

Woman gives birth. Husband stands outside talking on a wireless. There’s the rub…

There are aspects of love which an individual must guard against. Some of them are generational warfare, gender politics and fraternizing. The male and female symbol ratified as genderless and androgyny in defeat is an idea the individual embraces based on personal beliefs. Style overall structured within society’s depeche mode usually fits into a subculture allowing for a better connection between male/female dynamics.

Fraternizing would then present a sticking point causing one to place in high order people with whom they associate. Friends would then be labelled in order of importance. The very fact of love would warrant a need to please those found among social circles. They tend to range from childhood friends, sorority brothers and sisters and others who have climbed the corporate ladder having endured gender and sexual politics.

Within generational warfare are those who use their seniority or philosophical and cultural experience as an advantage. This has breeched a category as in mature and teen where middle-aged men and women date those ten to twenty years younger. The politics hereby allows older men and women to relive their youth. While the younger ones gain a sense of expertise. However there are bouts of jealousy, misunderstanding and confrontations.

That indeed language is text, men as well as women are keen in recognizing and operating based on the I-id-Enigma whereby women are structured by their body parts, men approach them not so much out of desire but insatiable hunger.

This very feeling of longing need be reinterpreted to benefit the interaction between men and women. Much the cause for time and evolution, women sense a libidinal fury among their gender.

Artists speak la langue de conscience sexuelle. It will determine a future interaction between artists and politicians. If not much like Vaclav Havel, artists need to find their way in politics to affect implementations of moral conduct, perhaps at least a re-ordering of beauty, conscience and love.