Lawrence’s skewed sexual politics and its legacy in the porn industry In the 1960s he was a hero of the ‘sexual revolution’, but DH Lawrence’s misogyny, cloaked in high literary style, was to have disastrous effects. Repurposed in full colour and dropped into mainstream culture, it became porn, male violence masquerading as sexual prowess. Its ‘values’ – woman as inferior, woman as thing to be subdued, penetrated, violated ‑ formed the blueprint for today’s multi-billion-dollar pornography industry, devoted to the eroticisation of violence against women and poured into male ears and eyes 24/7.
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The need for global preparedness before the next pandemic arrives
Can a woman living an ordinary life be a Renaissance Man?
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A classic account of the life of a working class Parisian street News of corruption and scandal among the elites filters through to this narrow Parisian street and is variously interpreted by the regulars in the Caveau bar. The author outlines briefly how ‘the jackal Pierre Laval’ got himself elected prime minister, how the political veteran Aristide Briand was sucked into the morass, how France made a huge loan to Romania and how the Verdun forts were restored: ‘A hen with her head cut off could not have behaved more erratically than the French Government did.’
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And when he was come into his own country, he taught them in their synagogue, insomuch that they were astonished, and said, Whence hath this man this wisdom, and these mighty works? Is not this the carpenter’s son? is not his mother called Mary? … And they were offended in him. But Jesus said unto them. A prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, and in his own house. Matthew 13: 53-57 Enda O’Doherty writes: It is not just a prophet who often fails to impress the neighbours. It can happen to a poet too, as Patrick Kavanagh... Patrick Kavanagh left behind the stony grey soil of Monaghan and his unappreciative neighbours in 1939 to stake out a new parish in a small patch of southside Dublin. Baggotonia is just one of the city territories explored by Peter Sirr in a hugely impressive collection of meditations prompted by his wanderings around the capital.