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Don’t watch crime dramas at 6.35am

 

Don’t watch crime dramas at 6.35am

 

Note to self: don’t watch crime dramas at 6.35am. A dramatization of an abduction of a young woman by a man in a balaclava is not the best way to start the day. It’s a cold mid Spring morning, the sun only just up, the birds playing a glass marimba on the air. & still this poem in prose has not started. Perhaps it’s a longer piece which will take more time to develop momentum? Schubert’s Death & the Maiden plays on an op shop cd through his late mother’s, then late father’s mini hifi. So, a morning & a piece about killing & abducting women. A photograph on my social media feed yesterday of a woman who’d had a mastectomy, both breasts removed, which, discussed, sounds traumatic, but the photo of survival looked strong & brave. Just one thing though: her genitalia had been blurred out to please Instagram & the dominant powers that if we are prevented from showing human bodies in full, it is easier for people to accept rapings & killings of people as part of the video game of life. Of course, much porn exists on the internet. According to Max Sometimes there is now more porn than it is possible to watch. But of course with porn, a lot of that is female anal penetration & again, the vagina is not shown, except as a receptacle for the actor/s penetrating her/them. In short a confronting start to the morning, but necessary to confront, when one acknowledges that we have developed from a people who walked publicly naked but now must clothe – partial nudity is celebrated, yet full nudity is not. & when it applies to women, that the degrees of nudity are made to please the misogynist who lusts after the breasts of the mother but is terrified of knowing the wife’s vagina, as anything other than a hole to ejaculate into.

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

 


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