Sunday, January 22, 2012

Sixteen sexual positions on the sand


Annie mentioned Philip Larkin’s poem Breadfruit, which got me thinking about some of the white, male inhabitants of Bangkok, negotiating the narrow line between depravity and pathos, as I’ve discussed in the past on CNN (see here and here). But then I thought a little deeper, and although Larkin’s specifically discussing the hopeless erotic fantasies of adolescent and/or senescent males, there’s more going on. The “dream of naked native girls” is any fond delusion in the head of anyone, whether a youthful yearning or a consolation in old age.

But while we’re on the subject of preposterous old predators surrounded by nubile flesh, a YouTube trawl provoked by the sad loss of Etta James somehow ended up here:

1 comment:

Poetry24 said...

Suddenly, life-jackets and inflatables come to mind.