PORN

PORN


(The publicist’s poem-manifesto)
 
Dedicated to the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Georgia, that banned
the movie Love by Gaspar Noé, chosing to regard it as pornography.
Also dedicated to people who publish illegal records of private life.
 
 
Among public activities
nothing is as noble as pornography.
Sasha Grey is the single public figure
who has contributed more to the education of these generations
than Noam Chomsky, Friedrich Hegel or Dimitri Uznadze.
It’s time to put porn on the curriculum
from the very first grade, teaching kids this way:
This is a violet. This is a finger, namely, the middle finger.
Teachers must appear naked at work.
Any dressed teacher would be regarded as rebellious,
a frigid relict of the past.
The children have the right to know the truth:
Santa Claus does not exist,
while Indigo Augustine does,
but not so much as her amazing breasts.
Confessions by Saint Indigo Augustine
seems to be apocryphal porn.
We should’nt consider her deep throat
to be some banal eroticism.
It’s the continuation of an ancient ritual,
or just a literary allusion
that brings to mind the actions of the Phallic cult.
The children should learn what their parents hide from them,
why the hands of their elder brothers tremble
when touching objects with cavities;
why their fathers show signs of desire
when the short dress of a neighborhood girl
lingers in the air like an interrogation mark.
That’s why we should teach pornography in school,
better to teach Jenna Jameson and Nina Mercedez
than Friedrich Schiller, Galaktion Tabidze and Homer.
(Sasha Grey is essential to pornography, so let’s get back to her later on.)
Famous intellectuals should leave place for public pornographers,
may the new generations learn!
Classes in cunnilingus will be held in ninth grade,
while final exams in BDSM are for graduates.
Any good student is sure to be whipped.
“A dildo, it’s a cold iron, isn’t it?” the policeman asks.
“Dildos—Prose,” the young poet with a new rhyme
will shoot a round of bukkake at the ignorant policeman
( Japanese technology is always reliable!).
Some years ago Irakli Kakabadze made plans for a performance
of group-masturbation in front of the Parliament building.
But our current members of parliament did steal that idea
and perform it on a daily basis now
without defending the rights of immaterial property.
By the way, you can join them
if you still put such a deep trust in your libido.
The Porn Developing Society—
such a wonderful name for an organization
that will create an esthetic platform
for changing the basics of our ethics.
It’s an oxymoron but we need to believe in it,
as Martin Luther believed in his “95 Theses,”
as Putin believes in a reunion of the Soviet Union,
as Trump believes that war can make peace,
as our ultra-nationalistic newspaper believes in Panteleimon Giorgadze,
as Bidzina Ivanishvili believes in Bidzina Ivanishvili.
There are people who walk as if
they don’t touch ground at all—
and they say that porn is the perversion.
When they utter this phrase they shape their mouths
as if intending to say “O” with a grin. 
One might think they weren’t born after coitus
but straight out of the head of Zeus
like Pallas Athena.
Pornography is a distinguished profession,
a kind of social work,
the general discourse.
Each phallus ejaculating on Sasha Grey’s face
equals a political statement,
or an important social announcement.
We must treat it seriously
and think it thoroughly through,
we must also investigate the trajectory
as it is about to set our future—
I mean by the investment of chromosomes
in various women, the penis
is like a pen writing the matrix of genes on vaginas.
You experience the mystery of porn,
the grammar of bodies,
when your noun penetrates her verb.
It couldn’t be more scientific, more precise, or even clearer.
What else could a state provide?
Our country is only waiting for the ghosts of misunderstanding
when there is talk about Gaspar Noé—
although the State is against porn,
it is Love it fights, including that of Gaspar Noé,
it fights the concept of Love
as Love is not money
and won’t be followed by investments.
It won’t increase the budget (rather the other way around).
Oh, my God, what a crude pragmatism…
Leave us something sacred
uncorrupted by your political Darwinism.
Don’t touch the innocent lagoons of RedTube, PornHub and YouPorn!
Hey, you, government officials, keep your hands off my genitalia!
Keep your hands off my hands (one is already busy).
I’ll tell you a psychological fable:
Here you have the children, traumatized by porn:
the producer is ruthless:
in one of the close-ups the vagina looks directly into
the wide open eyes of the children.
A gaze so familiar and frightening, the children think,
and experience remorse.
They have yet to hear about Plato’s cave story,
that’s why their associations are limited to
simple feelings of fear.
As grown-ups
that gazing close-up
will always remind them of
the birth of death.