Eroticism has this in common with an addictive drug: that there is a coercive element to its pleasure with which part of us is in complicity, and part not. Thus ever since time began men have been trying to enjoy eroticism without being destroyed by it. Societies, religions can be defined in the way they deal with this conundrum. Polygamy, monogamy with repression, monogamy with affairs, monogamy with prostitutes, serial monogamy. Not to mention individual solutions of great ingenuity, or desperation: Victor Hugo with the door knocked through the wall of his office, to let in a girl each afternoon. Auden's flair for finding call-boys in every town. Picasso who simply refused when wife and mistress demanded he choose between them. Then there is always the hair-shirt of course. But perhaps the thing to remember when you wake up with a life full of fresh paint and tortuous complications is that eroticism wasn't invented for you, nor merely for the survival of the species perhaps, but for a divinity's entertainment. Nothing generates so many opportunities for titillation and schadenfreude as eroticism. Which is why it lies at the centre of so much narrative. How the gods thronged the balconies of heaven to see the consequences of Helen's betrayal! And your friends are watching too. Your antics have put the shine on many a late-night conversation.
On the borders between mythology and history, that wily survivor Odysseus was the first who learnt to trick the gods. And perhaps his smartest trick of all was that of lashing himself to the mast before the Sirens came in earshot. There are those of course who are happy to stand at the railings, even scan the horizon. Otherwise, choose your mast, find the ropes that suit you: sport, workaholism, celibacy with prayerbook and bell... But the kindest and toughest ropes of all are probably to be found in some suburban semi-detached with rowdy children and a woman who never allows the dust to settle for too long.
| Erotizmi ka kete gje te perbashket me drogen: gjendet nje element detyrues ne kenaqesine e tyre nepermjet te ciles njera pjese e trupit tone eshte ne bashkepunim, dhe tjetra jo. Prandaj qe ne kohet e lashta burrat jane perpjekur ta shijojne erotizmin pa u shkaterruar nga ai. Sistemet shoqerore, fete e botes mund te percaktohen nga menyra se si merren me kete enigme. Poligamia, monogamia me dhune, monogamia me marredhenie te jashtme, monogamia me prostitutat, monogamia me seriale. Pale pastaj per te mos thene rrugezgjidhjet individuale me nje origjinalitet teper te larte, ose deshperimi: Viktor Hugo me deren hapi nje vrime ne murr te zyres se tij, per te lene nje vajze brenda çdo mbasdreke. Aftesia e Auden per te gjetur djemte korier ne çdo qytet. Pikaso qe thjeshte mohoi te vendoste kur gruaja dhe e dashura e tij kerkuan qe aji te zgjidhte mes tyre. Pastaj eshte edhe "sakrifikimi i vetes" gjithashtu. Por ndoshta gjeja qe duhet mbajtur mend kur fillon me nje jete te fresket si vesa a mengjesit dhe nderlikime te perdredhura eshte qe erotizmi nuk ishte shpikur per ty, as thjeshte per mbijetesen e gjinise njerezore ndoshta, por per zbavitjen e perendise. Asgje nuk prodhon kaq shume raste per gudulisje dhe kenaqesi nga mendime te keqija sa erotizmi. Prandaj gjendet ne qender te shume tregimeve. Se si perendite u grumbulluan ne balkonet e parajses per te pare pasojat e tradhtise se Helenes! Dhe te gjithe miqte e juaj po shikojne gjithashtu. Lodrat e juaja i kane dhene drite tere atyre bisedave te vona te nates.
Ne brigjet midis mitologjise dhe historise, Odiseja ai mbijetuesi dinak ishte i pari qe mesoi hilete e perendive. Dhe ndoshta mashtrimi i tij me i madh ishte qe te lidhte veten e tija tek direku para se Sirenat ti vinin ne rrezen e tij te degjimit. Jane ata qe sigurisht jane te lumtur te qendrojne tek parmaku, bile dhe shikojne larg ne horizont. Perndryshe zgjidhni direkut tuaj, gjeni litaret qe ju pershtaten: sport, mania e punimit pa fund, beqaria me librin e faljes dhe zilen... Por litaret me te forte dhe te mire ndoshta gjenden ne periferi gjysem te shkeputur me femije rremujaxhijne dhe nje grua qe asnjehere nuk e le pluhurin te kthjellohet shume gjate ne nje vend. |