By Tom Quiner
“A black leather band covered her breasts and a loincloth stretched around her narrow hips. Rich white pelts dangled from her belt, concealing pouches that held her shamanic tools. Her legs were bare to the knee, where boots encased them like a second skin. He’d wanted those long legs wrapped around his waist for years now…”
I am beginning to pant! Hold on, it gets better…
“Kadira pulled in a deep breath, her breasts threatening to spill from the leather containing them. Biting back a groan, Ezra was unsurprised by his body’s reaction, his [4 letter word for the male anatomy] hardening to a painful degree. Always it was so with her, but she had never allowed him to touch her, even in the orgiastic indulgence of Spring and Fall Rites…He wanted to take, to claim…”
The author of this arty prose, Crystal Jordan, unleashes more of her risque rhetoric in this excerpt from her novel, “The Wanderer:”
“This Rite, he would have her. In any way he could. She would be his and his alone. A shudder rippled through him as the thought made his [4 letter word for the male anatomy] throb. Yes. He refused to hold back any longer, refused to wait. Why he’d delayed this long, he didn’t know, but the time had come for action. Soon he would have that graceful body beneath him. Soon he’d sheath his [4 letter word for the male anatomy] in her tight, wet [5 letter word for a woman’s private parts]. Soon he’d taste the sweetness of her [by-product of sexual arousal], hear her scream his name as he made her [culmination of sexual arousal] for him. Soon he’d have all that wildness in his arms. Soon.”
How long until taxpayers get angry and stop funding this
Soon, I hope.
You see, the National Endowment for the Humanities is at it again. The same group that infamously funded the “Piss Christ” abomination in 1987 continues to use your money and mine to fund projects of dubious artistic merit.
This time, they took a million dollars of your money and mine to fund the “The Popular Romance Project,” which they state is “an academic program to study the genre of popular romance fiction.”
The NEH gushes that The Project aims to …
“explore the fascinating, often contradictory origins and influences of popular romance as told in novels, films, comics, advice books, songs, and internet fan fiction, taking a global perspective.”
The end result will be a documentary called “Love Between the Covers,” a “content-rich website,” academic symposiums, and a “nationwide series of library programs dealing with the past, present, and future of the romance novel.”
Wonder if their website will work better than the Obamacare exchanges?
I am a big supporter of the arts. The great English writer, G.K. Chesterton, calls art the “signature of man.” After all, we are made in the image of God, so we, too, are able to create beauty through artistic expression.
Of all of God’s creations, only man creates art.
So, what is art?
It is in the eyes of the beholder. Is the writing I excerpted above art? Some readers might say yes, others no. Chesterton said art succeeds when you look at it and say “I have seen that a thousand times and I never saw it before.”
I don’t trust bureaucrats in Washington D.C. with being the arbiters of art. It is not a function of the federal government.
If you wish to go out and buy a copy of “The Wanderer” to see if Ezra ends up getting Kadira in the sack, go for it.
Just don’t ask me to pay for it.