You think I’m deeper than I really am, lol. “goodnight nobody” is my favorite part of the children’s book “Goodnight Moon” (by Margarite Wise Brown). I believe it comes right before “goodnight mush” and “goodnight to the old lady whispering hush”… I don’t say ‘cunt’ 'cause it liberates me… I’ve loved that word for a long time – I don’t know why.
Love that. It’s just so cunt. uproarious laughter
I am curious what you will respond to “SGTB”
My hubby has a petite mal seizure if I say “shit” in front of them – grand mal if I say “fuck”. If I said ‘cunt’, he might drop dead.
I don’t know whether I don’t take it seriously enough, or whether he takes it too seriously – I admit I have what is generally considered a “potty mouth”. I have seen where it has influenced my children… I’ve heard them cuss if they hurt themselves… I’ve heard them saying cuss words back and forth on their walkie-talkies, followed by obnoxious giggles. My husband frowns and shoots me a look of blame – I giggle. I can’t help it, I find it amusing.
Now… do I want to hear a word like ‘cunt’ coming from their lips? I’ve taught them all there is to know (except actual experience) about the male and female reproductive system and the techical terms and functions…
…what would I “hear” when their young mouths say “cunt” before they’ve ever had experience with one? I have no problem with them saying vagina, but ‘cunt’ is different. I’m not sure I’m ready for that – I’ll think on it.
I giggle, because I don’t think it should be taboo – and I think the taboo should be played with. Therefore, I am thinking on “cunt” rather than saying “hell no” to Gamer’s suggestion.
This is a sore nerve for me, mister, the idea of a child losing his/her innocence via education. I will forgive you calling my children rabble…
the ‘educators’ are ‘educated’ too… where does it end… I am not omniscient or omnipotent, though it would be nice, so that I could stop that shit in its tracks (ewww) before it gets to my children. It says much about you that you expect me to already be this way (and blame for not being so) in the midst of my attempts at it. But == should I blame you for that? No. From here on out, I am sure you will think about it. We’re all ‘educated’ and we all ‘educate’, none are omniscient/omnipotent… and we can all learn, so as to stop the cycle.
Impenitent, you live up to your name, you shameless cunt.
I know my point may have seemed a contradiction to the uninitiated. It was aimed at my friend Xanderman.
When you talk about having two contradictory goals “in mind” such as shock only for it’s own sake vs. shock for its sake PLUS a broader purpose, it helps to understand what we mean by “mind” in this case. It is not one room, one place, where you have to decide which member of a tautology is awarded tenancy. Like an october snowman, we melt even as we are forming, and our minds certainly make room for contradictory purposes to coexist. As we evolve and combine our art forms begin to explore subtleties of intention and contradiction. It’s important to understand that this is why art is. A thumbprint of our soul…and it longs to be as complex. You can only get there if you allow contradictions of intention to coexist peacefully in the art…as they do in many of us.
Or I could condense that by saying I can have two cross purposes in mind because I have two minds at least.
Somenewname…please refrain from saying cunt in public or encouraging your children to say cunt. THis poem was for grownups who might see the deeper meaning. I don’t endorse or encourage antisocial behavior unless its a pressing issue of justice.
Gamer, As for the first part… I think it fits well in the ‘imagination’ thread in the philosophy forum. I agree aspects of self can contradict, and perhaps one can train oneself into being at peace with it. I’ll stay in the shallow end on that one.
Hm. I think I’ll print it out and read it to my children, make copies of it and hand it out at Walmart, instead.
Gamer, Did you mean me ‘She’ or ‘speaker in the poem’ ‘She’? lol I referred to the actual title “Goodnight Moon” but you wrote the poem before I did that… I never should have named myself ‘She’. I suppose it doesn’t really matter now who you were referring to.
I’m not referring to you in the individual sense. All women. So you are included.
just know that in the course of time it takes to hatch a piece of art, your intentions change, your identity changes, and what you have in mind changes. Some of the DNA might contain intentions soully to shock. Some might have a greater purpose. It seems like saying having one or the other in mind fails to explain the true methodology. Imagine collaborating with another writer. Their intention is only to shock. Yours to shock and inspire. Would it be fair to say the authors wanted to shock and inspire or would that be slightly misleading…making it sound like they both wanted to shock and inspire?
Cunt being one of the most controversial words in the english language I think this piece of poetry is great for that alone! The rythme is perfectly tight.
I guess controversy one gets an artist so far but sometimes far enough!
I asked my five year old son what the funniest word in the human language was. He thought seriously for a moment and finally said, straight-faced: “I think it might be diarrhea.” And you know what? I think he might be right. It also spells death for scores of thousands trying to survive in third world countries. It’s the leading cause of death worldwide. And yet, a rich white kid thinks it’s the funniest word in the human language. Go figure. What’s more amusing is that the word cunt, which ultimately represents a vagina, is the most controversial in the human lexicon. If you were to refer to a woman’s newborn child as a “cunt potato” in front of her and the media, the reverberation would be heard on Saturn, and the rings would threaten to shatter.
Please note this poem which has gotten not only attention but some nice reviews is a case of the emp’s new clothes. The poem itself was nothing more than a bar-room limmerick I made up as quickly as I typed it. The following deconstruction and manufactured layers of meaning, and the 33 plus posts it inspired were the true art of Say Cunt Day. The thread as a whole was the art and the artist’s intention.
It seems that if it is in vogue to declare the intentions of other opaque, then we must equally apply the same diagnosis to our own intentions. All intentions are unclear.
Asking the artist or just letting him or her tell us what his or her intention was will not reveal the complete intention. Nor by any method can we outsiders ever hope to completely reveal that intention. How is that for a mystery? Neither introspection nor careful inspection can uncover the truth. It has become the absolute zero that can be approached but never attained.
So what are we to do with intentions? As mysterious as they are we cannot dismiss them. We cannot ignore them. They matter no matter their invisibility.
First off, the intention is always the same: to feel good. It’s the indirect vehicles toward that aim that can get tricky.
And in that realm it depends on how you define intentions. When someone asks of an artist’s intentions, what they may really be asking is “what does the artist honestly believe his intentions are?” When you ask anything, this filter holds. The imbedded question is “what do you say about this?” as opposed to “what is this?” And forgetting art for a second, this would hold true certainly with all intentions.
I find it arbitrary to assert we must hold our intentions and the intentions of others to be opaque. More convincing would be gradations of translucency that vary overall, but move towards transparency in proportion with familiarity and access. It is possible to be out of touch with your own intentions. But it’s also possible to be in touch with them.
Perhaps you weren’t watching the right TV channels? Back before I was married (or dating really) I saw all kinds of talking… well anyway enough about Sex In the City.
