January 12, 2011

with gusto

Three of the elements are shared by all creatures, but fire was a gift to humans alone. Smoking cigarettes is as intimate as we can become with fire without immediate excruciation. Every smoker is an embodiment of Prometheus, stealing fire from the gods and bringing it all back home. We smoke to capture the power of the sun, to pacify Hell, to identify with the primordial spark, to feed on the marrow of the volcano. It's not the tobacco we're after but the fire. When we smoke, we are performing a version of the fire dance, a ritual as ancient as lightning.
[Still Life With Woodpecker, Tom Robbins]

French erotic magazine Paris Plaisirs


Ms. Moon said...

Kathleen and I were talking about Tom Robbins today and how wonderful he used to be and how his last books have been so horribly disappointing and weird that I just want to slap him and say, "Tom! Stop!"
My god, he used to be great.

JRSM said...

Ah! You've made my day! I've been wondering where this photo came from for a couple of years, having first seen it on the cover of this book: http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/P/2070782778.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg


downtown guy said...

Mama: I figure you tell the stories you've got in you. But yeah, it's true.

JRSM: I'm glad to help! I have to tell you, your Cover Critic blog is one of my favorites.

(OvO) said...

That's one of my favourite Tom Robbins quotes. :)

Sarcastic Bastard said...

I love the photo and the quote.

I love you, too. Have a great weekend.

downtown guy said...

One of mine, too.

Love you, sis. Don't freeze!

May said...

I love her shiny shiny legs! I just had to say that. I can't decide which is more perfect: the shoe or the breast.

downtown guy said...

The allover package.

daddy b said...

may, i heartily agree with you.