A generation of men scarred by early exposure
to pornography lament the destruction of ability
to have good relations with those they love; a
real intimacy's impossible since real persona
is reduced to raw objects in their heads
Imagination's dead when touching real people;
no reaction unless visualising cheap and easy
sleaze - remaining passive or evincing abject
enjoyment in humiliation and pain inflicted, in
their real life these men feel no arousal when
Faced with self-assured, assertive individuals
who don't like humiliation, pain & shame; now
they find they need have pornographic scenes
in their mind's eye or they're only robots with
their physical responses crudely switched off
By the messed-up wiring in their brain; self-help-
groups have been formed to break addiction to
these passive-destructive images of sadism as
only way to emotional response without visual
pornographic views, the body's own
Natural functions are dead, insight into addiction
is important as this problem also afflicts women
addicted to romance in love stories - expecting
domineering men to act in a prescribed way -
destroying their ability to normally love boring
Men; author Agatha Christie warned heroines
against exciting heart-throbs - recommending
the plain and honest, true-in-heart since only
integrity and trust equate to loyalty and truth…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very wise and intelligent poem. I think exposure to scenes of violence on Television can produce the same effects. Let us guard against building barriers. More loving touches are needed. Loved it. Not your diary but just as wonderful. Tom Billsborough