God
If your child is sexually abused
Don’t make a bandage out of it
Tell it to be strong - Don’t consul it
Till it turns into an ant of small mind
Victim hood hates a body bare back side
And sick of all life, all feeling,
Cannot be overcome
Corporal punishment
The defendant pleads
Stupidity
We’ll all be out of here then
Cut the bastards toe off
Cock off he can’t control
His penis his pump
His petrol pump
Is sucking the
Earth
Dry
Like a paedophile
That word has so
Many ugly connotations
Pollution
No comparison
Lock your child in an institution
Until his cock can rise
When it’s legal
Shut up you sick fuck
Kill your children immediately
Or switch on the cartoons
In all seriousness
I am not being polemical
Why do you not want them?
We must know certain things?
You are a dangerous idiot
All schools should be
Electrified
We are not Greek anymore
Love is at least at arms length
Rightly sow
Above all, refuse, to be a victim.
(ok, this is rough as ever and a little confused as ever.
let me know what you think)
This one sounds like someone dancing a little too close to the edge of chaos. A song of random atoms. Oh, and something about sexual abuse, too, I think.
Looks like something dug out of the reflexive pool, although I do not venture say more, lest I should offend Colin, whom I like.
All of Colin’s poems (the one where God disposes of us in a quiet, elegant manner, just like emptying an ash-tray remains my favourite) seem to emit a very deep, inner, or should I say claustrated - experience, whose reaction bursts out in a violent show of fireworks. This is the mark of a sensitive, a bit inward and introvert, maybe, monad, although I do not venture rant on, lest I should vex Colin, whom I like.
Mucius, methinks the lady doth protest too much. (Apropos of nothing, but it somehow seems fitting.)
This is you: “I shant let my balmy lips hatch a snippet more in the way of critique perchance I might rankle the intrepid fop to whom I owe mutual positive regard…”
Take your finger out of your pussy, change your dress, and tell him what you really think. That is, if you like him as much as you would have us believe. Otherwise dance gently around some other fools orifice. Colin needs his criticism hard and bloody if he is to grow.
Gamer, please do not adopt a sarcastic condom-brained attitude, because it does not become you in any way. Furthermore, I am not in the mood of arguing over the chromatics of my speech, lest I should slip an insult towards your side of the Atlantic, which would be highly undesirable, given the condition that I like you.
Nevertheless, I shall forward a brief explanation of my former post, because you are a nice guy and I like you.
If you had accompanied your reading with actual thought, you would have noticed that the starting point of the poem is abuse . Indeed, it appears you are accustomed to it , if only at a linguistic level. Anyway, by suggesting that Colin’s poem was written as a reaction to a past experience, I would have implied directly that he had been, at some point a victim of some form of sexual abuse, which is something I cannot possibly know or sustain any other way. Ergo, I had to declare that I am merely scratching the surface - and this I did, lest I should offend anyone, because I like you all.
Either way, your indignation is not something I took seriously. “A song of random atoms” is not even close to “hard and bloody criticism”; plus that I express myself exactly as I wish to, in tone with who I am at that certain point.
Why yes, Puffin, I duly agree and shall we retire to the pub for a bit of scotch and soda my good man. Bygones because you are a nice guy, and I’ll one up you and refer to you as a FINE FELLOW. In the case of Colin I’d say we’d do well to judge his offerings as creative writing, rather than judge him, or his offerings as psychological sacrifices which require gentle care on the alter of this fine theater. Child abuse is a decentering state of affairs to be sure, but Colin, should he have been victimized, has evidently trained himself to stare such things down in a manor even more decentering to the phenomena itself as it were. Thus, if you truly like the fine fellow, you will speak to him on his grounds, and speak fully with no apology, and no hint of further thoughts left dangling or unpinched, that above all, is the unmanly thing to do. If it must be unsaid, leave it perfectly unsaid, without saying that you are unsaying it, my dear boy, courtly lad, saintly earl and fine feathered frauline, you nice guy whom I like.
Mucuis - I am happy to hear anything you have to say - good or bad…don’t hold back.
-i was not abused as a child, but the subject has interests me, i don’t condone abuse. what i do find interesting is the notion of ‘over-protecting’ as dangerous-
‘shielding the child from the reality of the situation’
All in all, I don’t think this is a particularly good piece of writing.
This isn’t a particularly good piece of writing but it does play with some ideas which I think, if expanded upon, could produce a very good piece of writing indeed.
Children learn about masturbation usually within the first few years of life, essentially they learn that they can use their bodies to give themselves physical pleasure. Indeed children seem to learn more about sex in the first 5 years than in the subsequent 10 years in most cases, depending on how one assesses such things. Anyway, the point is that children can be sexually active (determined by their behaviour, not their testimony) prior to adolescence. In particular I’m thinking of a dialogue where a child being interviewed about whether abuse took place tells them something like ‘the pedo didn’t do anything worse than me and mary do’ when of course mary is 7 years old and the pedo is (for the sake of comforting stereotypes) a 45 year old who looks like a Belgian.
Of course I’m not in anyway defending the abuse of children, simply highlighting the fact that because we do not grant children the power of moral judgement (we say that what was done was bad regardless of whether the child thinks that it was or wasn’t bad) we make the fight between the parent(s) and institutions and the pedophiles, practically removing the child from the discourse, the domain of the struggle.
Of course it has been pointed out many times that making children into this sort of apparently sacred, untouchable thing is in part what makes them targets for the sexually peverse. Also that in alienating and demonising pedophiles in the extreme, dare I say peverse, fashion that we’ve seen in recent years we actually shoot ourselves in the foot in terms of finding a ‘cure’ to the social problem.
How about writing a story about a child who runs away from her nice, middle class suburban home who is presumed kidnapped, abused and killed (and hence splashed all over the news and the papers) who kills herself because she can’t face the shame of going back and admitting that this funny looking bearded guy who has been named, shamed, lynched and arrested is actually completely innocent?
Now that would be a story… In fact it would work well in a sort of poetic narrative, broken lines, rhymes and all the other mannerisms. This is probably what Chris Morris spends his saturday afternoons thinking about.
someoneisathedoor - Spot on. You have quite inteligently put a down a lot of the points I failed to illustrate in my prose-poem.
The central issue, which you put succintly as - ‘the fight between the parent(s) and institutions and the pedophiles, practically removing the child from the discourse, the domain of the struggle.’
This is a major ‘theme’ in our society - the ‘subordination’ of the child - to a greater or lesser extent.
One example, I can cite, was during a recent episode of the new ‘Shameless’ series, whereby, the Lesbian mother (who no longer lives with the famil) comes back for the youngest boy (five years old) and demands to have him back. Then, the slightly older sister, steps in to make it aware, that although the boy is only five - he can make a claim regarding who he would prefer to live with i.e. his mother or stay with his sister and the remaing family. The point being - if you treat a child with respect and concede they are a young intelligence in the early stages, they will , undoubtedly become a fuller-more-rounded-person.
I am not proposing some kind of P.C. child empowerment programme, don’t be silly! Quite simply, a bit of suffering, hard decision making, realisation of consequences, endurance, plus getting a few cuts and bruises, is necessary. Don’t fling them to the psychologists chair or swaddle them in cotton wool.
i guess this is rich coming from me. my childhood was pretty angelic, even though i was hypersensitive and hopelessly introverted. i really don’t know what real suffering is- =is that a case in point?= my childhood was too soft? Hm…
*yes was - i am no longer a child! (well, i many ways, my eternal child has never slept. my introvertion peeks and troughs. why do i always feel, you know something about me i don’t? Hypersensitive paranoia?
*I think your idea is a good one. I think I will pursure it. I already have a lot of partial stories that might fit well into it. i might make the narrative about a boy rather than a girl. maybe not.
I have that effect on people. I used to counsel my friends when at school (unofficially, I didn’t want to be part of the machine ) and was often told by people that I understood them better than they did. Of course this is total bullshit, I could just use language in a more lucid way when talking about them than they could when talking about themselves.
It makes little difference, I was just ripping the basics, the set-up, from the Soham case.
Yeah, I see the Soham structure…mind you a lot of these cases follow a similar ‘pattern’ - albiet deviant!
Yes, you can use language very ‘effectively’ - as it should be. I, too was one who was never part of the machine, the machine seems to ignore me, honestly, in terms of neuascracy and the administrative paper work of life - I always seem to be an anomaly. Either, the paper work is wrong, or, in some way I have slipped through the loop. or missed the loop altogether. i have the cunning of a fox. i can get things without going through the correct procedures.
but alas, i think this is a slightly different form of ‘not being part of the machine’ - psychologically, i still have work to do.
In my humble opinion, the best way to shape a strong character into a child is by giving him, even from his earliest years, a sense of diginity
The most awesome thing that I ever heard of in child education came from reading some aspects in the education of a member of the Royal Family of my country, during the pre and interbellic period. Specifically, the infant was punished accordingly to her mischief, through the usual methods - -isolation, extra chores, etc. All in all, a quite stern education.
However, regardless of what the child had done, she was always and in every situation reminded: “Never forget, though, that you are a lady.” How great is this ? I’m going to raise up my hypothetical kids like that, for sure !
There are exceptions. That my father beat me as a child, that my mother is whore and a worm, are perhaps the greatest things that have happened to me. I have now a dignity well earned, well carved from suffering, a certain strength that cannot be gained in any other way.
But let me say something more, and make this my final conversation here at ILP. I sit now at my mother’s house behind a closed door, one which I slammed so hard ten minutes ago that a crack the size of a fault line has run from the top of the wall to the bottom. This is a good thing because it was the proper alternative to bashing her face in. That will come later, another day perhaps. The reasons need not be known, other than this: my mother is scum and she’d be dead right now if I didn’t have more pressing affairs to deal with.
So things are quickening sooner than I expected. Tomorrow I set out to roam the nation and spread destruction everywhere. I will bring with me my pack, my Nietzsche, and my gun. The rest is history, as will I be in the not too distant future.
I do not wish any of you well. Most of you are trash, as you know. But I do want to say farewell to one man- Uniqor. Good luck, great one. I wish you the best.
Hey, it’s not like ILP is drug. Mental activities and philosophical preocupations are not dependent on it, and existential issues are sure as hell never going to stem from here. ILP is no surrogate for real life and it verily shouldn’t be. If you’re abused, don’t make a bandage out of ILP.
If Detrop says he wants to go, than it’s strictly his business and I am sure that (if he is a real person) he has his valid reasons - at best, he’s found something making life worthwhile.
) and was often told by people that I understood them better than they did. Of course this is total bullshit, I could just use language in a more lucid way when talking about them than they could when talking about themselves.