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Added: Jan 9, 2012
From: SpokenVerse
Duration: 2:2
The paintings and drawings are all by Egon Schiele, they are Art and they can all be found by Google with Safe Search set to Strict. The act of love is the closest we can get to another human being. It is a common pleasure in which each enhances the experience of the other. In coitus, two nervous systems are in electrical contact and there is a traffic of sensations in both directions. It's the antidote to the spiritual isolation which afflicts us all. Even when we are prevented by illness or infirmity from engaging in the more enthusiastic sort of sexual gymnastics - and young men do tend to treat it as an Olympic event - nevertheless there are gentler ways of achieving a mutually gratifying frictional fulfillment. Mounting isn't really essential: it doesn't have to be a hardship or a palaver. Old people can still do it. . Even if coitus is painful or undesirable, there is still no need for solitary self-gratification. It's not an itch we should be ashamed of and need to scratch in secret. Libido, like misery, loves company. A pleasure shared is a pleasure doubled. The Romans held parties where everybody did it - Gellius, I think they were called. Men do love to watch and women do love to display in spite of their protests. There's no essential difference between the red carpet parade and the striptease joint. It is apparent that men are genetically programmed to watch and women to show. This is inherent in men and women and it must have an evolutionary purpose. Statistics support no conclusion but that clitoris is provided for it's owner's use - but such an overtly solitary act is not always asexual because observing it so inflames male passions that fertilisation often follows soon after. It's a kind of signalling similar to pheromones or bird calls. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Signalling_theory This is going to get me into so much trouble....but what-the-hell. I write in praise of the solitary act: of not feeling a trespassing tongue forced into one's mouth, one's breath smothered, nipples crushed against the rib-cage, and that metallic tingling in the chin set off by a certain odd nerve: unpleasure. Just to avoid those eyes would help- such eyes as a young girl draws life from, listening to the vegetal rustle within her, as his gaze stirs polypal fronds in the obscure sea-bed of her body, and her own eyes blur. There is much to be said for abandoning this no longer novel exercise- for now 'participating in a total experience'-when one feels like the lady in Leeds who had seen The Sound Of Music eighty-six times; or more, perhaps, like the school drama mistress producing A Midsummer Night's Dream for the seventh year running, with yet another cast from 5B. Pyramus and Thisbe are dead, but the hole in the wall can still be troublesome. I advise you, then, to embrace it without encumberance. No need to set the scene, dress up (or undress), make speeches. Five minutes of solitude are enough-in the bath, or to fill that gap between the Sunday papers and lunch.
Channel: Entertainment
Tags: against coupling fleur adcock poem poetry egon schiele
Views: 1622 Comments: 19
polymath7 Says:
Jan 9, 2012 - You like Schiele, do you? His drawings and watercolors are superb but, like Modigliani or Clifford Still, he's a one trick pony. Seen three or four, seen them all. Amusingly (amusing to me anyway), you somehow began to sound like Robert Hughes in this reading.
WeAllKnowArtIsHard Says:
Jan 9, 2012 - I appreciate this, Spoken Verse. Thanks for setting the bar high and pushing the envelope. Hope you catch absolutely no bullshit from stuffy purists over this. It is art, after all.
TheMargoElaine Says:
Jan 9, 2012 - Good for YOU!
MrMLD72MLD Says:
Jan 9, 2012 - ♥ .
eumenidis Says:
Jan 9, 2012 - Well--& wow! Wasn't anyone had ever publicly expressed that particular feeling, let alone in verse. Thanks for drawing my attention to Adcock's work.
kittyfreek Says:
Jan 9, 2012 - Wonderful. Thank you.
vudu8ball Says:
Jan 9, 2012 - loved the reading and the commentary. I agree with your point of view. Solitary masturbation as pleasurable as it can be leaves me feeling sad and lonely in the end. Another opportunity to transend isolation wasted! It saddens me when people give up on sex. It seems to me like they are cutting themselves off from the real juice of life. Sure it can be humiliating, painful and emotionally hard but thats the price of the ticket to glimpse "paradise". Thanks for posting.
kittyfreek Says:
Jan 9, 2012 - I forgot to add "...and funny and true!" Those '5' minutes aren't sad or lonely, @vudu8ball, just natural and uncomplicated. *sings* The Hills Are Alive...;D
windsorchairs Says:
Jan 10, 2012 - Wow! That was erotic. I wish I was young again.
kawlynn Says:
Jan 10, 2012 - anti-sex poem gave me a boner. im not weird.
SpokenVerse Says:
Jan 10, 2012 - It's not really anti-sex - and Egon Schiele's art is highly erotic.
JoachimderZweite Says:
Jan 11, 2012 - Thanks for the Schiele - my feeble wit is not up to the poetry. :-)
thallassocracy Says:
Jan 11, 2012 - I think what is so unsettling about Fleur's poetry is that it never makes clear whether it is being achingly vulnerable with you, or just winding you up. The couple of times I've met her, that is just how she is in person. When she writes about sex, I find her just as accurate, and just as unsettling, as Fiona Pitt-Kethley. Only Fleur doesn't seem to be trying so hard. And Fleur writes even better about death.
mzim144659 Says:
Jan 13, 2012 - Dynamic, that quick editing between pictures & words. Had to work at keeping up.
EyeLean5280 Says:
Jan 26, 2012 - Wow. That was very moving. Thank you. (Great choice of visuals. As always, your taste is impeccable, your instincts perfectly pitched.)
EyeLean5280 Says:
Jan 26, 2012 - - those five minutes can be all kinds of things.
CameMyTurn Says:
Jan 9, 2012 - Thank you Sir !