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Erotica is a gainful
legitimate form of Art
and human expression; it does
it carries within it, at heart,
the seeds of it’s own demise.
I detest the term “porn”;
it is lazy, disdainful
and ill informed.
Call it desensitisation
(what a wonderful word)
if you will. Variation
conquers by the sword
of irresistible change;
yesterday’s “hot” is today’s
sang froid. Exchanges
of carnality, how many
before it comes stale
and self satirising?
Neither a moral or ethical tale;
it lies in realising
how short our attention span is.
How many ways could you phrase
a given act? Be outrageous?
No! That is our malaise.
A lack of finesse, an absence of style;
overwhelm the senses: bang, bang, bang!
Shoddy editing, soundtrack that riles
every sense of harmony. Pelvic thrust
nearly drives you insaaaaaane!
(Let’s do the timewarp again!”);
variations? 1, 2, 3? It’s all the same;
the angle of the camera, shifts in light and shade.
Movement is momentum? How they slave
to simulate passion, in a cold dark room;
blinded by lights; “Make up! Now! Behave!”
Sound, Camera, Action. Zoom, zoom, zoom.
In the end here is silence, an empty space;
nothing left to say (there wasn’t much of a script
anyway). We pout, we prance, swirl
and pirouette. Stripped
of illusion, we are all the same.
Camera, Lights, Action. 15 minutes
of stardom. Fame’s the game.
Who would we mimic?
I detest the term “porn”;
it is lazy, disdainful
and ill informed.
Erotica is a gainful
legitimate form of Art
and expression; it does
carry within it, at heart’
the seeds of it’s own demise.
Quelle tristesse.
Les Bush
30 April 2013
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