On the Art of Wooing

On the Art of Wooing !


Imaginary conversations between Prof. Birthleme PHD and his
pet porcupine LillipawGullifoot.


---Dear Prof. Birthleme!

--- What's it now LillipawGUllifoot?

--- Is the art of wooing hidden in the craft?

---It depends on the Craft'sman/woman and the craft.

---Tobe crafty you mean?

---May be.

---What happens then?

---Wooing

--- What happen inbetween?

---Wooing.

---What happnes all the time?

---- Just wooing Lillipawgullifoot

---And then

---Craft'sMan/Woman learn't the Art.

---But, I don't see the art nor the Man and Woman

---You silly porcupine, they have forgotten to come
out!


(Eve at the fruit and allured Adam as Speech. The fruit is a
paradox, speaking and soaking the other's dialogue. I am looking at a
strange head peeping out of a Bowl of succulent grapes eyeing the
persons and the dialogue and wondering why the noun of imagery is
placed in the Cathedral! I smile a little thinking of the paradox open
to life. Spatially the taste of choice composes me into a baroque fruit
unlimited in the hermeneutic exegisis of conceiving time.)