Erotic Notes

My first blog entry, let’s try to start out with a bang.

I’m an author, and Erotica with Soul is what I write. (For more about that, see my website at www.dianalaurence.com.) But this blog will be about living the life of Erotica with Soul; that is, finding the power and energy of sex all over the place, and tapping into it for a fuller, better balanced, more creative life.

I’ll be posting about the most surprising places that I discover erotica with soul. So why not begin with something really big? How about Star Wars, that’s big enough I guess, especially with this new movie looming on a horizon far, far away.

Now I’m not going to talk about the somewhat disquieting but intriguing relationship of the twins, Luke and Leia, in the first trilogy of films. I think that’s been explored ad nauseum by fan fic writers.

Nope, this erotica column is about John Williams. Yes, the septuagenarian composer of all six Star Wars films. I admit it, I’m wildly in love with this man. I irrationally feel that in the experience of listening to his music, I have been exposed to his very soul and found it one of the most spectacularly diverse, moving, and gorgeous aspects of all creation. I really like his stuff, okay? And my psyche refuses to distinguish between the glory of his compositions and the man himself.

This morning before work I listened to samples from the soon to be released score of “Episode III: Revenge of the Sith.” Forgive me for the analogy, but it was the equivalent of the “make me late to breakfast” experience. I lost all track of time, everything else dwindled in importance. If that’s not the erotic force at work, I don’t know what is.

I’ll never forget the first time I listened to “Across the Stars,” the love theme for Anakin and Padme employed in Episode II. To me the importance of those characters was dwarfed by the music written for them. It’s mesmerizing, it’s heart-rending...it’s so overwhelming that you surrender to it, and so divinely lovely that the surrender is bliss. Don’t tell me that’s not sexual.

My apologies to the dignified Maestro Williams, who I know had no intention of seducing me or anyone else when he composed this piece. But erotic energy is no respecter of age (thank God) or intention, and there it is.