Pornography?

Robert Bruce Baird
filed under "Sexuality"

“The most formidable member of Picasso’s entourage was the poet, journalist, and man-about-town, Guillaume Apollinaire. Of uncertain parentage—among his friends it was rumored that the poet was the illegitimate son of at least a cardinal and perhaps a pope—he had led an extraordinary career. He edited everything from financial journals to physical-culture magazines. For several years he worked as the general editor of a series of pornographic books, the Editions Briffaut, providing appreciative introductions to the scatological masterpieces of the past. It was Apollinaire, in fact, who resurrected the Marquis de Sade from the bowels of the Bibliothéque Nationale, producing the first anthology of the author’s works in 1909 and prophesying a new future for the old pornographer. When he was in need of money, Apollinaire contributed several original and racy novels of his own to the genre.” (1) The aesthetic art of the human body and sensuality has been made taboo or covered up and over with a program to enhance the abuses by popes and other closet or outright deviates. If it is true that Apollinaire was the illegitimate offspring of a cleric I imagine he was more than aware of the absurdity of management of sensitivity and soul conducted in the bowels of that great celibate behemoth. Will there ever be a day when responsible people learn the joy of sex and soulful union that can teach a great deal or cause tap-ins to other dimensions. Having glimpsed the ‘waves of the marvelous’ in such things as ‘la petite mort’ I am moved to say there are many people who will never gain access to the kind of magic that once (a very long time before Empires like Rome) was common knowledge. About the author: Columnist in The ES Press Magazine Author of Diverse Druids World-Mysteries.com Guest writer