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from AUREOLE
Carole Maso
SAPPHO SINGS THE WORLD ECSTATIC
Beached on the hypnotic, lilting lip of a sweet-of a sweet, of a
young nymph's clitoris, Sappho sings the world delirious ...
Haloed rosy-
May I say
I think no girl-
She sings, on that delicious precipice, longing, hip, the world-holds in her mouth: word and rosy pearl and world. Sweet apple.Violet breasted. Aureole ...
May I say
I think no girl-
Between morning and afternoon, sweet apple and rosy pearl,
light and light and hip and diff and thighs. Dripping, honey, lilting,
sweet, Sappho dreams hypnotic, sea, waves at her hips, between
the lovely legs delirious of a gorgeous nymph. She sucks
the luscious aureole, the world, she sings on that delicious precipice:
I shall go unleashed, unpegged. The beach is wide. The world
is round ecstatic.
Dizzied Sappho dreams the key in medium miraculous,
following the gleam she sees a girl, a gorgeous world, a world she reaches:
On a deserted seashore a girl is being beached. It
takes a long time, and instead of a back and forth motion,
the waves pull only out and the tide goes visibly out. At
the same time, the girl, without moving, seems higher
and higher up on the shore. She watches the sea desert
her with inactive longing, accepting the sand, as she
dries off, which slowly collects around her. Idly she
watches a bird fly long across the sky.
Says: Maya. Sappho having fallen into a fever dream and lingering.
In a medium unknown at the lip of the hypnotic word and
Maya, key, asleep. At the lip of the beach over a perfect woman
covered. Ecstatic Sappho moans and reaches in slow motion, her
hand, stranded. At the mercy of-
Bird and sea and dream ecstatic. Whispers: Maya. At the mercy
of-
Maya Deren. At Land.
At the mercy of-
At Land. Close-up. She shudders.
At the mercy of miraculous. She conjures the woman Maya,
smiles, and who is this?
On that delicious precipice, all is wonder, pearl within her
grasp ecstatic. Where, oh where's my pussycat? she wonders. And
watches the blond and black go at it.
Sappho longing dreams the world. She lifts her lyre and sings a
gorgeous song and girl ecstatic. She holds a word, a world, a pearl,
delirious. Swallow now, a sweet nymph whispers. She sighs, looks
up to see a woman in a cocktail dress: crawling across a dining
table on all fours toward her desire.
She smiles, swallows, stutters, mounts her like a luscious horse
with bridle, saddle, leather crop and sputters go! And sputters oh!
and fuck! She sees before her everything: a lovely curved cuneiform
of woman, lilting horse and crown and wondrous girl and gallop.
Frenzied, frantic: horse of her desire, live forever, oh and fuck and
suck and shudder.
"Trembling was all living, living was all loving, someone was
then the other one."
In the city of Paris ...
And Sappho now is underneath, delirious. Mound and aureole
and bound and ridden, shackled, and blindfolded tied reminded
there of rosy world and cocktail dress and all the places yet to go.
She hones her hope, her longing lust, and sung and bound by garlands,
strum, encircled, galloped, sucked, she sputters-
Fuck.
At that sweet and perilous delirious. She whispers Maya Deren
open mouthed, sings ftick into the lovely, lilting lyre and nymph.
Delirious she holds the rosy pearl now in her mouth between he
teeth and tongue and lips. Encircling the universe she licks, sh
laps the world ecstatic. Mouth to golden mound now, mound t
mouth she sings: May I say-
But sucking loses her way.
May I-
And hip and Paris.
May I say-
I think no girl
that sees the sun
will ever equal you in skill
She trembles still. She shudders, sputters fuck and skill.
Delirious and looking up from lip and clitoris and mound she
sees the city of Paris lit up. "Trembling was all living, living was all
loving, someone was then the other one.' The women walk the
street syntactic. Sing Paris Paris Paris Paris. A large white poodle
dog and walking down the boulevard. Sappho longing dreams the
world ecstatic.
We thought that much of what our Sappho saw was lost to us
where the papyrus tore but now we see she sees the women, street,
the poodle dog and even Maya crawling on the table toward her
desire. Lowering herself slowly onto the woman's luscious mouth,
her nymph, she lifts her lilting lyre and sings-She's seeing things:
a movie screen-the beach is wide a fine of white and pearls, a
door. In the place where the papyrus tore. She strums her lyre and
rolls her hips and shudders, sings she's seeing things:
... gentle girl sweet apple... lavish on me... with all that
heaven ever meant ...
Sappho sings the world eternal. Each word caressed, a pearl. Because I could not wait... Heaven ...
On that open mouth.
... passion, yes
... utterly can
. . . shall be to me
... a face
... shining back at me
... beautiful
... indelibly
Hallucinating in the luminous afternoon, gorgeous beautiful
and skill, indelibly she's seeing things: a mouth, a key -- she shifts
her hips. What is this?
Med. shot: lst dream girl looking through window, seen
from outside (Botticeiii shot).
Road, mirror figure walking up, disappears: then
dream girl 2 pursuing, arriving at stairs of house,
starting up them.
Dream girl 1 drawing key from her mouth. Her
hand holding out the key.
Sappho lusting arches her back ecstatic,
Close up: Girl 2 trying to continue.
Mirror figure (from below) continuing into room,
turning to bed.
Girl 2 trying, being tilted away.
Top of stair, her hand grasps banister, pulls herself up.
Mirror figure deposits flower on the bed.
Close up: Girl straining up.
Mirror figure, standing then disappears.
Girl, as if released from pull, bounced back and
back.
Another position back and back.
Another position back and back (7 shots total)
Position forward
Position forward
Position forward
Position forward
Position forward
Position forward
Close up: Girl's face.
She lingers there on face and lost and sputters, hum and girl
and straining up and happiness complete unleashed hypnotic.
Position forward. "She came to be happier than anybody else
who was living then." Position forward. Sappho has never seen a
place of such-
Girl straining up. Crawling delirious toward her desire. "She
came to be happier . . . " In the gorgeous city of Paris. Poodle dog.
Yellow flowered hat. Alice Babette. Sappho does not entirely
understand how women appear from the strings of her lyre:
Hypnotic Maya D and others she has never seen before while
on that gorgeous lilting Grecian lip and hip and nymph ecstatic.
Where is my pussycat? She watches the blond and black go at it.
Closes her eyes. Lilting honey lip explore. (Papyrus tore)
Swallow now ... and mouth and lip and skill and fuck.
Love.
Where the papyrus tore, dissolved, Sappho sings a line of sweet
girls in white and gloves and veils and slippers, lilting rose,
communion clothes. Sappho lying on a bed of thyme and sighing lifts
her lyre. A lovely nymph caressing her from behind. Her fingers in
her mouth and swallow now and suck. A garland woven around
her neck. They watch the long white line of young girls open-mouthed.
Haloed passion aureole. So very, oh so very lovely -- singing, sighing makes them so.
Once I saw a very gentle
very little
girl picking flowers.
Golden genet
grew along the shore.
And the ripe girls wore garlands.
Girls with voices like honey.
And the garlands were wild parsley...
Long shot: Road. Hand deposits flower, disappears.
Shadow of girl arrives, her hand picks up flower.
Flower dangling beside girl's legs walking.
Girl's shadow walking, stops, smells flower ...
Med. shot: Girl's shadow on door, hand knocks, tries
door.
Hands get key from purse, key slips, falls.
Feet, key dropping on ground, bouncing away.
Hand, reaching for key, misses, key bounces
away.
Key bouncing down stairs.
Key bouncing down stairs, followed by feet pursuing.
Close-up: Hand finally catching key.
Feet going up stairs again.
Hand with key unlocks door, pushes it open.
Pushes it open. Sappho's thighs are parted, opened by the
woman 6 BC and oh and slow and ftick. A bouquet of visions
flowers wild. A tender key. An open mouth. A world ... And
they called the poodle Basket.
Sappho sings the world ecstatic. What lovely turn of mind,
desire has brought this dreamy procession before her eyes. She sighs.
She smiles. And the little girls in their white dresses gathering
flowers.
The girls for once are not ornamental. The girls for once are not
just decorative. Incidental. The girls and their gorgeous rituals and
tenderness which make Sappho honey song and hum are not for
once relegated to one white wing somewhere. The girls for Sappho
are the whole story. Holding their delirious bouquets and visions,
open-mouthed.
Sappho sings and sells sea shells. Sappho sings by the seashore.
She rolls the rosy aureole and pearl the world around and round.
Sea pearl to pearl with her and lip she shudders honey gold and
conjures-this must be Paradise-or maybe Paris. "She came to
be happier than anybody else who was alive then." Gorgeous
lilting rosy pearl. She rides the women world syntactic. Sings Paris
Paris Paris Paris. And they walk the poodle Basket.
The blond and black go at it. Ask Sappho finally, How about it
Pussycat? Oh that delicious precipice, miraculous, delirious. And
dreaming Sappho sings and weeps and shudders, stutters-a great
appendage now attached! And strapped-and oh and oh and oh
and oh and-
Poodle dog ecstatic!
A rosy line of girls in white communion clothes. She reaches for
the key unleashed. A halo. Open door. And hip unhinged. The girls
for once are the whole story. The blond and black go at it. Gallop!
Pearl to pearl to pulsing pearl she drags her tongue and teeth a
little, throbbing ripe and slower, shudder. She sucks the rosy pearl
ecstatic. Girly girl. She sees the sea and shoulder, slower, shells. And
yellow flowers grew there gentle. She licks her salty lips and sucks
eternal. -The little girls all in a row-Sappho's singing makes it so.
She sees a woman now against a door (papyrus tore). Blue. Blue
door. Stutters. Shudders. I adore. She crawls, adores, on all fours
toward her desire. Syllable by syllable. Word by word by word.
My beauty love, Sappho dreams, adores, in the place the papyrus tore.
And Sappho sees:
Med. shot: Two girls sifting across from each other with
the sea in the background.
Same shot, very still, without movement.
Face of blond talking animatedly, pan down along
her arm which moves figures on chess board;
hold on chess board until another hand comes in;
pan up to brunefte talking animatedly.
Chess board with alternate pieces being moved
at rapid rhythm. Chess moves:
17 WKt-Q5
17 BQ x P
18 W B-Q6
18 B Q x R ch
19 W K-K2
19BBxR
She marvels at the specificity of her 2o B K-Q3 desire:
Blond talking animatedly then pan to brunefte talking;
then pull back to show both on one side of the board
leaning their heads back and as camera continues to pull
back reveals her caressing hair of girls.
20 WP-K5
20 B Kt-QR3
21 W Kt x P ch
Their faces laughing, leaning back.
Her face laughing.
Over her shoulder everyone laughing, their arms
reaching forward and moving chess pieces without looking.
21 B K-0
22 W O-B6 ch
What lovely world is this that Sappho conjures in desire?
BK-Q and P-K5. Everything within her grasp. The world is vast,
a pearl, hypnotic. She crawls on hands and knees toward word and
world and rosy pearl and sea eternal.
Where oh where's my Pussycat? Where's my Poodle Dog? And
Maya Deren on all fours. [Shot B-7.1]
Sappho longs and loves the world.
And Alice Babbette, petite crevette. On the rue Christine after
the war. Adore. Picking flowers gentle. Rose is a rose is a rose
eternal and I am because my little dog knows me.
She wanders gorgeous key syntactic. Violet-breasted. Poodle
Basket.
The Black and Blond at Chess
Suddenly, she is no longer holding the stones but is
standing there watching two girls sifting over a chess
board playing. They seem gay about it, talking to each
other as they do so. Then she is standing in back of them,
because they are suddenly both on one side of the board
and she begins stroking their hair. They love it and lean
their heads back like cats and begin to laugh with delight
and she, stroking their hair laughs too. The chess game
goes on although they do not seem to play very seriously.
Nevertheless the white queen is about to be taken and as
the black-haired one moves a figure to knock off the
white queen, the girl suddenly stops stroking their hair,
grabs the queen, and begins to run.
She grabs the queen. She pets the cat. She pets the queen. She
goes unleashed. She holds the key. A rosy haloed line of girls in
white begin to sing. And that of course is everything. She rolls and
sucks and rosy pearl. She holds the key, the word, the world, and
sings ecstatic.
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