Monday, 24 February 2020

BUTT edited by Jop van Bennekom and Gert Jonkers


This Taschen published compendium is “the best and the baddest” of magazine “BUTT”, which had just 29 issues between 2001 and 2011.

NOTE: I have put a lot of words in quotation marks because language is our downfall, I have used very imperfect words and I want to flag up I am aware of the failing of those words – in particular as a gay man I have used “gay” a lot as that is my lived experience but I am aware and would embrace the significant overlap in experience on these issues across LGBT+ identities.

Reading it alongside the BBC’s current season of programmes on “nudity” has been useful in reflecting on it.

The book, like the magazine I assume, is made up of pictures of men (who as often as not are without their clothes) and interviews with men (who are almost all gay or bisexual).

I could try to claim to have just been reading it for the “interesting articles” but I will be honest - I probably spent (a lot) longer look at the pages with pictures than the ones with words…

So the question becomes whether the images are “Art” or “Porn” - as Mary Beard recently unpacked those categories – the only “explicit” images are drawings that are in the lineage of Tom of Finland, but we could debate which side of that divide Tom was on.

The book is published by Taschen, and they publish “Art” books and are not known for “pornography” - but I am sure that Mary Beard would point out that just because you hang a picture in the National Gallery it does not automatically stop it being pornographic.

There is in this case perhaps a third category we should deploy – “reportage” - many of those pictured spent a significant amount of their time without clothes on (for one reason or another), so showing them in that state could simply be an expression of authenticity?

Turning to the interviews – the majority are “creatives” - musicians, artistic, designers, performers – some with long decade long careers, some fresh faced.

Compared with the general population a disproportionate number have worked in porn and/or been what the interviews call “hustlers” – and they seem very positive about their overall experience of these different aspects of sex-work, and this was the one aspect of collective narrative that didn’t sit that well with me. It is not to doubt the personal experiences of those interviewed, but in a lot of cases they had obviously successfully transitioned from the time in their life when they were involved in sex-work to being a musician (or whatever was the prime reason for them being interviewed). Does this result in overstating the positive? The few who make a success out of it are heard, the many for whom it is a damaging experience aren’t. Also most of those interviewed engaged in porn would have been working in a pre-Internet era, and so their ability to “move on” might have been significantly greater than today – how would that of changed the dynamics…

Finally I would reflect on the issue of “respectability” in two ways.

First, the fact that they stopped making the magazine in 2011 – was that just the general death of print media, or something to do with the decline of “Gay” spaces, in a “Gay” bar you can sell a magazine with naked men in it, in a multi-use family friendly one you can’t. I don’t know, but I would think it was more to do with a lack of places to sell it than it was peoples wanting to buy it.

Secondly, the people interviewed almost always failed the test of “respectability” in some way, but for some of the older interviewees the simple fact of being “Gay” who have denied them respectability, and maybe once you have lost respectability you find a new freedom.

Personally I am very aware that as being “Gay” is, in itself, normalised it is now possible to be “Gay” and “Respectable” - but I am always mindful that those of us that can get away with it must not forget those who have joyous lives that are never going to fit in a respectable box. Whenever there is a choice between conformity and queer solidarity I am going to shove my elbows around and make a bit of queer room. And if you catch me not doing it, you have my permission to call me out…

Lets end with a quote that captures the positive vibe about body image that I think runs through the book...
“One last question: can you please describe your penis in detail? Oh, um, let me just say that I’m absolutely delighted with it. I used to have doubts about it, but I’ve decided that it is exactly the right penis for me...”

Saturday, 15 February 2020

My Sour-Sweet Days by Mark Oakley



I used this collection as daily readings between Christmas Day and Candlemas, although I know that it is currently being pushed as a Lent book (the choice of 40 George Herbert poems will have had that use in mind).

For each poem Mark Oakley offers a couple of pages of reflection, much of this is to assist unlocking the changes in language – many terms Herbert uses have either changed meaning or simply fallen out of use in the intervening centuries – or a few biographical notes to contextualise the situations in which Herbert was writing. This allows Herbert’s poems to be the focus, and is to Oakley’s credit.

Image of the Invisible by Amy Scott Robinson and Freedom is Coming by Nick Baines




I used these two “Advent” books in 2019 and didn’t get on that well with either of them.

The main problem is that neither of them actually fitted with the liturgical season. Freedom is Coming was arranged in weeks, starting on Sundays. Assuming you start your Advent reading on Advent Sunday then, depending on the year, Sunday of week 5 will at the very earliest be Christmas Day, but for me was 29th December, yet Baines writes “As we approach the surprise of Christmas...” while a week later he reflects that “Advent allows us the space and time to resist the pressure to rush to Christmas...” - he seems to have resisted that temptation so successfully that Christmas has been and gone without him noticing. Image of the Invisible had dated reflections – so Scott Robinson does actually manage to notice Christmas Day but then on the Feast of Holy Innocent decides to reflect on God’s Kingship with not sense of irony or using God’s Kingship as counter to the false and brutal Kings and Rulers of this world.

Within them there were snippets of inspiration – but it felt they were hard won from the overall whole of either book.

A Quickening by Rosemary Hector



This collection of reflective poems explore Christ’s birth narrative is a little gem.

Rosemary’s words are paired with illustrations by Kelsey Johnston – the same powerful simplicity.

Two of the poems…

If

If
she’s right
we’re found

If
God lit
the flame
that burned
then light
has won
and God
has come.

If
she’s right
then God
has come.


Genealogy I

Do we prefer not to read these lines?

The repetitive sons of,

names unpronounceable,

yet they give location, connection.

We need to go back, go back.

The birth was not random. The Story

didn’t start with the baby. Lineage, yes,

a family tree, but also whispered about

before and before; foretold. A prophecy.

Small Gods by Terry Pratchett




I hadn’t read any Terry Pratchett before, and I doubt I will be in any great rush to read any more…

However the idea this novel explores is interesting – that Gods get power from being believed in. In this case, despite the “Church” being powerful it has somehow stopped believing in its God – who as a result has been reduced from being almighty to being a tortoise.

It is an easy caricature of the Vatican, but we can probably see the same in most Churches, where the institutional power has become self-perpetuating and risks losing sight of the mission that comes from God.

A Poem for Every Night of the Year Edited by Allie Esiri



This collection has a great range of poetic styles, and I think would be very accessible, and I like the habit these sort of book help form of regularly reading poems.

I will share just one of the poems... 

 

The Hurt Boy and the Birds by John Agard 
 

The hurt boy talked to the birds
and fed them the crumbs of his heart.
 
It was not easy to find the words
for secrets he hid under his skin.
The hurt boy spoke of a bully's fist
that made his face a bruised moon –
his spectacles stamped to ruin.
 
It was not easy to find the words
for things that nightly hissed
as if his pillow was a hideaway for creepy-crawlies –
the note sent to the girl he fancied
held high in mockery.
 
But the hurt boy talked to the birds
and their feathers gave him welcome –
 
Their wings taught him new ways to become.