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Venus Books and Texts This section contains reading and listening materials to gain a deeper sense of Venus. Go back to the Venus Home Page.
Books The New Joy of Sex by Alex Comfort The Joy of Cooking by Irma S. Rombauer, et al Sex for One: The Joy of Selfloving by Betty Dodson The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron Women in Love by D.H. Lawrence Bridges of Madison County by Robert James Waller The Beautiful Fall, Lagerfeld, St. Laurent, and Glorious Excess in 1970s Paris by Alicia Drake Any trashy novel
Music Violin Concerto by Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky Amazing Grace traditional, sung by Charlotte Church Venus Sweet by Gustav Holst Lark Ascending by Ralph Vaughn Williams Ave Maria by Franz Schubert, sung by Andrea Bocelli Canon in D Major by Pachabel's Wind Beneath My Wings by Bette Midler My Heart will Go On by Celine Dion
Texts Again And Again, However We Know The Landscape Of Love (by Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Stephen Mitchell) Again and again, however we know the landscape of love and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names, and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others fall: again and again the two of us walk out together under the ancient trees, lie down again and again among the flowers, face to face with the sky. Havana by Diana Arand (c) 2002 Havana-
A Scene in Paris from The Razor's Edge by W. Somerset Maugham
But Isabel thought they were grand; she
liked their rich clothes and expensive pearls and felt a
tinge of envy for their sophisticated poise. She wondered
if she would ever achieve that supreme elegance. Of course
the little Rumanian was quite ridiculous, but he was rather
sweet and even if he didn't mean the charming things he said
it was nice to listen to them. The conversation which her
entrance had interrupted was resumed, and they talked so
brightly, with so much conviction that what they were saying
was worth saying, that you almost thought they were talking
sense. They talked of the parties they had been to and the
parties they were going to. They gossiped about the latest
scandal. They tore their friends to pieces. They bandied
great names from one to the other. They seemed to know
everybody. They were in on all the secrets. Almost in a
breath they touched upon the latest play, the latest
dressmaker, the latest portrait painter, and the latest
mistress of the latest premier. One would have thought
there was nothing they didn't know. Isabel listened with
ravishment. It all seemed to her wonderfully civilized.
This really was life. It gave her a thrilling sense of
being in the midst of things. This was real. The setting
was perfect. That spacious room with the Savonnerie carpet
on the floor, the lovely drawings on the richly paneled
walls, the petit-point chairs on which they sat,
the priceless pieces of marquetry, commodes and occasional
tables, every piece worthy to go into a museum; it must have
cost a fortune, that room, but it was worth it.
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