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    dots Submission Name: Some Movies Disgust Medots
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    Author: lori_tab
    ASL Info:    27/f/alabama
    Elite Ratio:    4.33 - 1752/1517/481
    Words: 128
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    dotsSome Movies Disgust Medots
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    My morning,
    laced with the reminants of last nights dream,
    of last nights viewing
    the idiocy I saw on my Tv
    makes me feel like I knew what I was doing, not exposing myself to that melodramatic (where do they get their ideas of entertainment?)
    Any form of sexuality, any form,
    no matter how
    sick
    just to be naked
    no reason
    just to show you something that you will LOOK at

    I have no problem with the naked body
    my disgust comes from the way you have presented, for entertainment value, what is valuable

    something that should be more
    Please explain to me why this evil exists
    and why this morning I have to remember the filth that I ALMOST watched last night




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      I could relate to the feelings of this poem.
    I am interested in what the poem meant to you...was you intention to vent (I certainly can relate...God knows we need to speak out against the constant objectification of women) or....was your work driven by connection with something else...perhaps membership in a particular community of faith? The poem left me wondering what it was that constituted "evil"
    | Posted on 2011-10-20 00:00:00 | by EW61 | [ Reply to This ]
      I agree, there is nothing innately wrong with nudity or sex. This commerce in voyeurism grows out of people's hang-ups. The fabric of our society derives from the patriarchal system whereby females are regarded as possessions. Thus our organized religious and political institutions embody that view point. In turn, people learn sex is something for the state to license through marriage and a church to bless. This gives power to the political class and the organized religious just as it did, (and in other societies - such as the Muslims still does give) power to the patriarchs. While an individual may understand that the process is inherently perverse, one may feel overwhelmed by societal forces bending one to conform. In this regard, the real "hippies" of past rejected the convention and regarded nudity and sex as natural and for one's own preference (sexual freedom). Now seamy movie makers play on voyeurism as a money making substitute for real individual sexual freedom empowerment.
    | Posted on 2011-10-19 00:00:00 | by my shadow | [ Reply to This ]
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    A nitpick: "exposing myself to that melodramatic" that line ends with an adjective that does not have any particular object. Not a terrible thing in poetry, but I believe replacing "melodramatic" with "melodrama" would read better and make more sense.

    Other than that, the poem is weaker than a lot of your other ones.
    I can't see much reason for it to be a poem and not just a journal entry or a piece of prose. An essay would be nice.

    But let's talk about this "evil". I am guessing you are taking the moral high ground here. I would guess you are a very decent person then, right? I can't say for certain, though I figure there's always someone that would disagree with that.

    In the poem you show yourself to be very much above the base things in life. Gratuitous sex and nudity are beneath you and, I figure, violence, even bills.

    If I were to take a stab at the message it would be: I am offended by what I saw on television, they showed nudity, they did not treat the body or sex as if it were a holy object (to be shared with whomever one feels like at the moment, correct?), and that you feel that if something does not match your "moral" (I think we can agree it applies lightly) code it is "idiocy", disgusting, and of no value. Rings of a unnecessarily shallow world view. But as all you let us know to determine these negatives is that there was sexuality of some sort that you consider "sick".

    I'd argue the human body is not biologically attached to clothing and the revulsion at the idea of one being "naked/no reason" is odd as being nude is not an unreasonable thing for a human to be and that clothing is a learned social trait thus the disgust is more unnatural than human lust, nudity, or stupidity.

    Also of note is you say there is no reason, but immediately afterward give the reason which is "to show you something that you will LOOK at". I question the complaint. Is that not what art is in itself? Visual art, anyhow. Something that exists to be looked at, whatever the artist's reasons for doing the piece. How do you go about defining what is acceptable for people to put forth for people to look at and what is not acceptable? You'll find nudity in a great deal of art.

    Compared to most of your poems this one is the odd one out. Doesn't express much that would be different from usual "public" outcries that make their rounds on the news.
    I believe it should be an essay, but I haven't seen that you are one to ever change what you've done and so you shall do what you do and not pay what is due.
    | Posted on 2011-10-18 00:00:00 | by Sir Jimeth | [ Reply to This ]


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