Sexual sadism actualizes male identity. Women are tortured, whipped, and chained; women are bound and gagged, branded and burned, ...cut with knives and wires; women are pissed on and shit on; red-hot needles are driven into breasts, bones are broken, rectums are torn, mouths are ravaged, cunts are savagely bludgeoned by penis after penis, dildo after dildo--and all of this to establish in the male a viable sense of his own worth.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To the small naked children, running lightly in the sun beneath the palm-trees, the little girl's sex membership is as clear as he...r brother's, but there is less that she can do with it. When she trips and falls, she clutches at her head, or tries to fold her arms across her chest. Her femininity is concealed deep within her, nothing that she can touch and see, depend upon or flaunt. In those societies where children's sex membership is recognized by adults, in which the men treat the little girls with flirtatious attention and the women tease and challenge the small boys, the little girls respond with movements of the entire body, which undulates and postures in delicious indulgence of feminine response. The small boy struts, sometimes with emphasis on his penis, more often carrying hatchet, knife, stick, pole, in upward positions as he marches, parries, performs. His behaviour, however symbolic, is to the extent that it is male a concentrated phallic exaggeration, while his sister's is more diffuse and involves the whole body. The little boy is sure about his specific maleness, but seems not to be so sure of his adequacy to operate it. He supplements with various symbolic objects. Very often he shouts, adding the vigour of his voice to the vigour of his posturing.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Until I was twenty-five, I had no development at all. From my twenty-fifth year I date my life. Three weeks have scarcely passed, ...at any time between then and now, that I have not unfolded within myself. But I feel that I am now come to the inmost leaf of the bulb, and that shortly the flower must fall to the mould.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The fundamental impulse of the movement is neither masturbatory nor concretely lesbian--although it of course offers warm houseroo...m to both these possibilities; it is an impulse to maidenhood--to that condition in which a woman might pretend to a false fear or loathing of the penis in order to escape from any responsibility for the pleasure and well-being of the man who possesses it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Men renounce whatever they have in common with women so as to experience no commonality with women; and what is left, according to... men, is one piece of flesh a few inches long, the penis. The penis is sensate; the penis is the man; the man is human; the penis signifies humanity.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Poetry, the genre of purest beauty, was born of a truncated woman: her head severed from her body with a sword, a symbolic penis.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The photographic enthusiast likes to lure us into a darkened room in order to display his slides on a silver screen. Aided by the ...adaptability of the eye and by the borrowed light from the intense projector bulb, he can achieve those relationships in brightness that will make us dutifully admire the wonderful autumn tints he photographed on his latest trip. As soon as we look at a print of these photographs by day, the light seems to go out of them. It is one of the miracles of art that the same does not happen there. The paintings in our galleries are seen one day in bright sunshine and another day in the dim light of a rainy afternoon, yet they remain the same paintings, ever faithful, ever convincing. To a marvelous extent they carry their own light within. For their truth is not that of a perfect replica, it is the truth of art.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Real knowledge comes out of the whole corpus of consciousness; out of your belly and your penis as much as out of your brain and m...ind. The mind can only analyze and rationalise.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We not only grew up on Be-Bop; Be-Bop raised us. For my generation, Be-Bop came on like a light bulb going flash behind the eyes. ...For us, it was not only an intellectual movement, but a way of life. We walked, dressed, and rapped Be-Bop.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You seem to be all finished, so We'll plug your old recalcitrant anus... And tie up your discouraged penis In a great, snow-white bow of gauze,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »