Archive for the ‘Naked’ Category

Musidora (Etty)

It’s like, when you realize that your hero isn’t all you imagined,

but amplified:

when you understand that nobody is quite

what they could or, even should, be.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Georgii Brousentsov - Au bord de l'eau

I see art,

and it’s beautiful.

The creation is truly a sensation!

But I understand what most men see,

on the wall,

in their souls,

and what they feel…

Base arousal.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

“42, wow! Being a prostitute agrees with you!” he exclaimed, eyes wide, genuine vibe, no trace of irony.

“You look awesome, beautiful.”

Lyuba, 42.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

De Scott Evans, Три Грации, 1887

I ask him why men like looking at naked women,

the more,

the better.

“It’s primal…” his slurred reply,

jaw gaping,

“and inspiring.”

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I stare into the abyss,

and down my leg I piss.

In my dream I am naked,

not nude, alas.

Exposed,

not composed.

Yet, it is an artificial construct,

suiting the other’s agenda.

Misunderstood

and misrepresented,

decisions and derisions already made,

I know discussion is futile.

Open.

Society.

Closed.

Internal exile.

Domestic abuse.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Altai, Belukha, Panthera…

Between the wars

and naked terror.

Power plays,

assertions, suggestions.

Insults fester,

sting forever.

Everyone knows best,

the enemy less.

Between the wars,

between the lines,

generations battle,

misunderstood,

wisdom slides,

rock-fall,

scree.

Humiliation is the key.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Naked I stand before them…

They gawk, smirk and laugh,

sensing humiliation, they salivate.

Nothing (much) left to lose, I feel

exposed and strangely liberated,

arms akimbo, I laugh back.

Sensing crazy, they walk away.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Rabbi taught on the tabernacle and the importance of an attitude of gratitude.

He emphasized how the children of Israel were brought closer to God by the process of stripping, out in the wilderness, humbled.

Indeed.

Naked.

The essential and elemental.

We must strip away the vestiges,

wannabe idols of human construct.

Modesty as a form of self-righteousness…

Adam and Eva in the Garden,

cursed,

fig leaves and a legacy of bullshit,

my mind got to thinking.

I agree.

It’s what we want to see.

It’s what we want to be.

Something about it, just *feels* so *right*.

I am naked, therefore I am.

What more do we need?

 

 

I imagine myself completely naked,

walking along a pristine beach.

I’m holding the hand of a man,

he too is naked.

We aren’t talking,

we have no need to speak out loud,

we are communing silently,

it is a deep and pure connection,

as we walk along the beach.

I feel safe and secure.

I feel enlightened.

I no longer feel afraid.

The scene is beautiful.

We are beautiful.

We are made in the image of God.

 

Today I bought myself a Birthday card,

a road cyclist on the front.

Through the watercolor, kinetic hues,

I could see that it was Lance Armstrong,

Team RadioShack days.

The card wasn’t trying to be ironic,

nor was it discounted in price.

That I would buy the Birthday card,

or even want to,

says something about me,

history

and society.