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I adored the grace Of the male genitalia. I raised the delicious meat Up to my mouth, brought the face of its hard-on to my face. Slipping my lips round the Byzantine dome of the head, With the tip of my tongue I caressed the sensitive groove. He thrilled to the trill. Go on! Gently, intently, I slid to the massive base Of his tower of power, paused there a moment down In the warm moist thicket, then began to retrace Inch by inch the smooth way to the throbbing crown.
Indwelling excitements swelled at delights to come As I descended and ascended those thick distended walls. I grasped his root between left forefinger and thumb And with my right hand tickled his heavy voluminous balls. I plunged with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow, And at every stroke made a corkscrew roll with my tongue.
His soul reeled in the feeling. Then I pressed on the spot where the groin is joined to the cock, Slipped a finger into his arse and massaged him from inside. The secret sluices of his juices began to unlock. He melted into what he felt. Waves of immeasurable pleasures mounted his member in quick Spasms. I lay still in the notch of his crotch inhaling his sweat. His ring convulsed round my finger. Into me, rich and thick, His hot spunk spouted in gouts, spurted in jet after jet. Last edited by Aaron Poochigian; at PM.
Find all posts by Aaron Poochigian. Ann Drysdale. It made me sad to know that Auden had "disacknowledged" it and have long hoped that it was on artistic rather than "moral" grounds. There has been much scholarly discussion of the Manichean elements in Auden and it amuses me that the proposed Kallman poem, if it had ever been set alongside this one, might have been a rather lovely example of the concept. I take pleasure in the poems in which Auden celebrates the realities of his domestic life and in fact I used a line from one of them, "Glad", as a dedication for a book of my own. I look forward to some worthwhile discussion of this poem.
Just nobody, please, say that "it sucks". Last edited by Ann Drysdale; at AM. Reason: to change an "if" that I wrote to the "of" that I thought I'd written. John Isbell. It is to my mind a very long poem: Auden has a sustained commitment to his subject. It's also quite erotic, and maybe he felt he needed the space for that mood to develop.
Or for whatever other reason. It's nice to have this by Auden; I almost never write about sex, and it feels like a bit of a blind spot. I think the poem achieves its goals, and doesn't seem to require any more than that. Speaking as a man though without experience in such things , I find the nine-inch member one unlikely touch. Though perhaps why not? Too bad Auden felt the need to disavow his own work as time played out. Michael F. Annie, I remember reading in one of the Auden bios that, while Wystan was openly gay, especially for the times, he was also convinced that homosexuality was a sin, and was something for which he needed forgiveness.
The only sense I could ever make of it was the comment, by Arendt, IIRC, that Auden had an infatuation with suffering and seemed actively to seek it out. It served as a kind of muse for him. I think this ties into the Manichaeism you mention.
And his relationship with Chester was the occasion for much suffering — though it was also the occasion for happiness and joy. Last edited by Michael F; at PM. Reason: bad writing. Julie Steiner. This poem has been mentioned here several times over the years usually only in passing. Pages 4 and 5 of this old thread contain some interesting comments on it. Orwn Acra. For a long time I have had conflicting feelings about this poem.
I'm glad it exists; there are few gay sex poems that are smart and unashamed. And it the poem is pleasurable and fun. But still: Herculean eggs! Roger Slater. Sure, it's doggerel, but it's also pornography, isn't it?
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Pornographic doggerel. I'm sort of embarrassed on his behalf, since I can't believe he would have wanted to lend his name to this except perhaps for a very limited audience of close friends who might have been amused. John Whitworth. It doesn't suck and it isn't doggerel. If it is pornography and therefore aaargh, then we'd better stop reading a lot of classical poetry, Ovid, Catullus, Propertius, Sappho, Meleager of Cos that I translated in Ablemuse, the 'puerile Muse' of Strato of Sardis You buy it directly from Whitturf and he'll give you a good deal and sign it into the bargain.
End of Commercial Break. Orwn, Auden wrote six poems in bad German to his German boys in about They are translated by David Constantine and are very touching.
Last edited by John Whitworth; at AM. There's a difference between poetry that has graphic sexual content and poetry that is designed to assist in masturbation. We may draw the line differently, of course, but I doubt that many readers of Ovid lock the door first.
I think my own favorite thing about this thread is just the title: "Obscene Gay Doggerel". Who could resist? Not I for one. Cheers, John. User Name Password Forgot password? Remember Me? The title certainly would have given New Yorkers pause. Besides introducing a new word into the English language, the pamphleteer was also responsible for what appeared to be one of the most fearless documents in the archive of nineteenth century abolitionist writing. At the time, Miscegenation was radical.
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Even among the most radical abolitionists of the day, interracial marriage was tolerated, but rarely explicitly encouraged. Massachusetts senator Charles Sumner and prominent abolitionist Wendell Phillips were exceptions. Eurocentric racial hierarchies were often deeply ingrained in their thinking. One wonders how the racial politics of the Reconstruction would have played out had more people thought like the pamphleteer.
Lincoln himself was sent a copy, but he did not respond. Only six months earlier, working men, including many Irish immigrants, had rioted in New York, angry at the new institution of the draft and the prospect of competition from newly emancipated former slaves. The rioters attacked Black people, their homes, and their businesses, killing more than people and causing millions of dollars of property damage.
Nevertheless, the pamphleteer pressed on. He aggressively promoted his work. Anti-slavery advocates disavowed the claim. And far from radical abolitionists, they were both in the employ of the New York World newspaper, a partisan Democratic organ staunchly opposed to the abolitionist cause, to say nothing of interracial marriage. The mudslinging continued, and on March 24, the World , published an anonymous editorial, written by Croly himself, that took aim at the pamphlet:.