While such an image does invoke something out of a perverse sideshow and entices the extent of the reader's imagination, the limits of the poem itself lie within the obscure reasoning that:
This one obviously for
fascists & foot fetishists
for at least three reasons
Stephen doesn't bother with elaborating any further, and instead returns to the foreboding cuidado:
Decidely user beware
(stay armed with the
underwear?
leaving the poem's significance lost between the lines and the unclosed parenthetical question.
There is no shortage of ideological depth in the multi-layers of sex and rigidity; but even more refreshing is Bett's subtle approach to demeaning the credenda of various literary critics.
Position 10: The Unbearable
Lightness of Being
Calories: Him 100.8
Her 132
Note the 'heavy' use of irony, class
And remember, it's gauche not to pronounce it
KUN -dera
Like my undergrad Compar. Lit prof
(a Spaniard) who joked about getting even
at Parisian conference, hearing Borges
pronounced a la Francais
instead of correct Bor'hes-
got even talking Baude-larie
She's 'flat out' Spanish dancer,
he's the Frenchman at attention
behind (they're undoubtedly
thinking national flags)
It was Kundera himself who said that, "Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost." Being married to a writer, I often wonder if our mutual attraction would be quite the same without the shared interest, considering that this is what brought us together in the first place. And what better inspiration for writers than loss or suffrage? What better way to establish commonality, than through our shared stories of exploitation, grief and subsequent survival?
In a position where the caricatures are engaged in the 'Canine Activity Group', Stephen Bett phonetically satiates the reader's concupiscent distaste for nationalism; using subservient thrusts that penetrate the autocratic misconception, and renders the-authoritative-past-tense null-and-void.
Occupied by happy existentialists, x-rated honeymooners, and Freudian analysts, Re-positioning feels like a Showtime sex-guide for those of us with the cognitive capacity for allusive, sometimes elusive text. In the sense that subtle inferences are made between the titular, real-life characters of the poems and the steady narrative voice, this not only stimulates the proverbial twig and berries, but also contains a rich sense of overlooked history in areas of religion, pop culture and medicine.
Position 46: How Dr. Heimlich
got his Big Idea
Line drawing: she's kneeling on the floor at the edge of the mattress; he's
kneeling 'mountie' up from behind, his hands grasping under her chest
Calories: Him 19
Her 48
Equipment: Mattress
Hazard: Vomiting
Stains on the mattress
What's that wretched
illness called.....
Erotic asphyxiation
This ain't so bad
a wretch
I guess,
no plastic bags
But those stains
Someone's idea of a joke?
Since when is woofing
one's cookies
a laugh?
Just the imagination
behind this one is plastic
See http://scienceblogs.com/aetiology/2007/06/13/malaria-to-cure-hiv/.
Lastly, by subjecting ourselves (or that one half of relocated self-loss) to offbeat exertions and conditions, we cure the walking dis-ease of our brackish imaginations. It is the cure found in the relations between the heavier ego (typically a male representation in the book) and the acquiescence of the self-made icon. We are free with the jointly beneficial attributes of submission and strength.
Result: Voila!
Completion,
and a big O face to boot.
Position 50: The Mrs. Robinson
Line drawing: he lies flat on his back on narrow bench with his knees
spread & legs in the air; she straddles bench, facing him, between his
legs, leaning into him ('connect'), her hands on his chest ('connect')
Calories: Him 67.2
Her 66
Equipment: Bench
Oh please!
It's already
overdone
Iconic
Oh please,
please me
Like I please
you
(briefly)
Frankie Metro is the Chief Rocknrolla at Unlikely Stories: Episode IV. He reviews, analyzes, and sometimes features music and literary art. You can learn more about him at his bio page.
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