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Comment on Isn’t it Awfully Nice…? by dcairns

Sun, 18 Feb 2018 15:17:47 +0000

And then there's that Marquis De Sade puppet film designed by Roland Topor where Sade converses with his dick, who has a face. And Chester Brown's Ed the Happy Clown comic strip where poor Ed gets Ronald Reagan's head attached to his penis in an interdimensional accident. (JG Ballard and Richard Pryor both independently compared Reagan to a penis, though they differed on whether the 40th president was erect of flaccid.)



Comment on Isn’t it Awfully Nice…? by James S

Sun, 18 Feb 2018 11:24:55 +0000

Reminds me that acclaimed German director Doris Dörrie (a WOMAN) went to Hollywood in the 90s and made a strange comedy about this exact...struggle men have with appendages. "ME AND HIM" I admit I've never seen it. I think it's probably funnier in my imagination https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTzlJuL5wmg



Comment on Isn’t it Awfully Nice…? by Roger

Sun, 18 Feb 2018 03:23:50 +0000

...and Robert Graves's poem, a precursor of Yoko Ono's opinion: Down, wanton, down! Have you no shame That at the whisper of Love's name, Or Beauty's, presto! up you raise Your angry head and stand at gaze? Poor bombard-captain, sworn to reach The ravelin and effect a breach-- Indifferent what you storm or why, So be that in the breach you die! Love may be blind, but Love at least Knows what is man and what mere beast; Or Beauty wayward, but requires More delicacy from her squires. Tell me, my witless, whose one boast Could be your staunchness at the post, When were you made a man of parts To think fine and profess the arts? Will many-gifted Beauty come Bowing to your bald rule of thumb, Or Love swear loyalty to your crown? Be gone, have done! Down, wanton, down!