I felt this electric thrill the first time I came across D. H. Lawrence’s description of “the very body’s body,” because I knew what he meant. Without entirely understanding it. It somehow made more sense to me. The body’s body. It described to me something truer than just saying “the body.” It felt like saying something deeper, something more profound. It felt like the direct experience of the body itself, not all that I impose or want or desire or expect of the body. It’s just the body’s body.
