Along with the Everyman Library book of Love Poems that I used in an abstract a few weeks ago, came the anthology, Erotic Poems, from the same series. In it I found The Woman Underneath by Robert Maître, a poet about whom I know nothing and who seems to be strangely absent from any Google search. Here’s an excerpt:
But, somehow, it was the synthetics,
hitched nylon, an erotic mechanics,
that set us light years apart.
What did we have when we undressed?
Socks. Jockeys. A string vest.
But when they stepped out
of shoes, blouse, and skirt –
voilà!
Inspired by the illustrations of John Cuneo, this collage features a certain type of man: you know him – he holds all sorts of opinions about how a woman should look but allows himself different standards. He has money, thanks to a business that owes its success to never underestimating the ability of the buying public to pay over the odds for something they don’t need. Unfair employment contracts meant that he didn’t have to worry about taking care of his staff and provide him with money enough to treat himself to expensive suits, a red Z4 and an all-year tan. If only he’d paid more attention to his underwear.
Hilarious!
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I love this. And I love how the woman has her eyes covered so as not to have to look, while the man preens. Just great.
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Thank you, Claudia. I’m always surprised at some men’s lack of self knowledge.
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Bwahahahaha 😀
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The juxtaposition is fabulous. I love the 3 dimensional aspect of the collage, too. And what Claudia said!
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Thanks very much, Jeanette.
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if only (K)
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