“Both in verse and in prose [Karl] Shapiro loves, partly out of indignation and partly out of sheer mischievousness, to tell the naked truths or half-truths or quarter-truths that will make anybody's hair stand on end; he is always crying: "But he hasn't any clothes on!" about an emperor who is half the time surprisingly well-dressed.” WellsEndsHalfCryHairClothesNakedProseQuartersVersesSheerEmperorIndignationHalf TruthWell DressedAlways Crying Author:Randall Jarrell
“Obscenity is a moral concept in the verbal arsenal of the Establishment, which abuses the term by applying it, not to expressions of its own morality but to those of another. Pbscene is not the picture of a naked woman who exposes her pubic hair but that of a fully clad general who exposes his medals rewarded in a war of aggression; obscene is not the ritual of the Hippies but the declaration of a high dignitary of the Church that war is necessary for peace.” WarTermChurchMoralExpressionHairMoralityConceptsAbuseNakedRitualEstablishmentAggressionDeclarationMedalHippieArsenalObsceneObscenityPubic Hair Book:An Essay on Liberation Source: An Essay on Liberation
“They took 3-D digital photographs of my entire body. I had to pose stark naked, assuming a kind of Spider-Man position. After a minute, one of the technicians pointed to my genitals and said, Um, we're not getting enough data there ... It wasn't what you think. It turns out that the fancy digital camera doesn't pick up dark areas too well, and they were having trouble because of the hair down there. I actually had to spray on this highlighter stuff. (On having digital photos taken for the invisible man role in the film Hollow Man)” ThinkingMenWellsKindSaidEnoughBodyFilmTurnsStuffDarkRolesTakenTroubleMinutesPositionHairPicksAreasCamerasAssumingPhotographInvisibleNakedDataFancyDigitalSpidersHollowStarksSpraySpider ManTechniciansDigital CamerasHollow Man Author:Kevin Bacon
“Over your breasts of motionless current, over your legs of firmness and water, over the permanence and the pride of your naked hair I want to be, my love, now that the tears are thrown into the raucous baskets where they accumulate, I want to be, my love, alone with a syllable of mangled silver, alone with a tip of your breast of snow.” WantWaterTearsHairPrideCurrentsLegsSnowNakedBreastsThrownSilverBasketsPermanenceSyllablesFirmnessAlone In Love Book:Selected poems Source: Selected poems