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Post by leecrowell on Dec 21, 2011 22:56:57 GMT -5
Captive monkeys jack off in daylight, indifferent to anyone watching. Captive monkeys toss feces out of boredom. They give furry-faced stares, mirrors of our predicaments jaded from jungle undelivered.
Some captive monkeys have imagination. They sit their bald asses on platforms. With keypads, remotes and dexterity they simulate wildness into their zoological digs. They elevate the playing with shit into a game of war. The act of jacking off becomes an art of ritual.
We sense a new fierceness in their eyes.
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jan 3, 2012 12:44:15 GMT -5
Great poem. I know what you mean. I can't nominate this but I would.
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Post by Ivan Carswell on Jan 19, 2012 1:00:39 GMT -5
While agreeing with perspective (and analogy) there isn't too much that being a monkey in a zoo adds to understanding why humans see more in their behaviour than sheer and utter boredom. Or am I missing some of the real shit?
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