The Grandmaster of Erotic Visual Poetry unveils his latest Recitation: Glimpse 30

This Be The Verse introduces the ALL NEW, Full-Length (120 mins), preeminent Glimpse chapter.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad… They may not mean to, but they do.   

They fill you with the faults they had… And add some extra, just for you. 

Roy Stuart’s perceptive camera captures a heightened realm of sexuality, all best enjoyed in a state of altered consciousness. Spirited, Anna Bielska fervently rewrites the stanzas in an explosively wet penetration scene, while the nubile lesbian pair introduced in Glimpse 29 pen a scorching pantoum of genuine orgasm.

Lithe, young bodies evoke a fragrant level of golden nectar as they cast aside tired, societal mores. Intentionally woven between the non-stop masturbatory action is Mr. Stuart’s poetic license, offering a postcard of Paris unseen by the touristique eye. Pink Penis headbands and a delightfully misplaced Statue of Liberty enhance one’s pleasure receptors, coupled with the exquisite sex.

But they were fucked up in their turn, By fools in old-style hats and coats…

Who half the time were soppy-stern, And half at one another’s throats.

Prepare to be un-fucked up by Roy Stuart’s lush imagery and hypnotic musicality. Just when you’ve edged past his last verse, the Glimpse 30 bonus scene commands the audience to leave behind any dusty baggage, transcending to “petite mort” from an illuminated essence.

Man hands on misery to man… It deepens like a coastal shelf.

Get out as early as you can, And don’t have any kids yourself.

– Lysa H

(This Be The Verse, Philp Larkin 1971)