Riled up New York art star, speaks bull shit on theory.
Ranting at a classroom of creative minds,
Declaring himself an intellectual of the time.
Who speaks?
Not I?
I have not skill in debate.
And so it is noted,
From the judge of state.
“Not one woman had spoken up during the entire debate”
Heavy burden I sigh.
I want to kick a man in the thigh.
Ready for this can of worms?
Feminism is alive!
Now a
Pornographic glitter painting hangs on the gallery wall,
Some one giggles and laughs, “ hey that chic looks like........ ………from class!”
Increase of body temperature,
Crinkle lines enflame,
How dare you objectify a fellow friend and artist this way!
A man made this painting.
He does not paint his face.
The only male parts shown are a mans penis, inserted half way.
The rest that’s exposed is she, staring straight at your face.
Nauseated, the painting hung for at lease seven days.
So I take hold and write.
Quiet and stricken,
Victim to silence as men dominate.
Passive and afraid.
Childhood miseries are my plague.
It is men who make me afraid.
Two quick comments at 6:40 am after my first reading. (I'll respond in more depth later.)
ReplyDeleteI love the first lines, especially the first two!
I also love the little surprises you plant here, the use of rhyme--it's inconsistent, and playful, and clever.
The last stanza really capture me. Clever. A bit of a shot back at the artist and the question about women...
Do women have to take the official stand for "being women" and all material concerning women? I don't see the speaker here as a "victim" in the expected sense, but I admire the "victim to silence as men dominate" (which can stand for the critique/discussion and then a larger cultural construct of men critiquing sexually loaded/offensive art . I also admire how the speaker takes action by turning to language, wielding words in a written form, and engaging poetic form to creatively, thoughtfully, cleverly engage not only the artist, but the situation, the whole "construct."