Today's letter is 'P' and there are so many so called "offensive" words that begin with this innocent letter that I just don't know where to start. Penis, Pussy, Prick, and my favourite...Poonanny! Who wouldn't want to call a vagina a poonanny? It's such a fun word to say: poonanny, poonanny, poonanny (fun, right?!).
One of the reasons I fell in love with English literature studies (I wrote all about it through the A-Z Challenge) is because of the wide range of open-mindedness that I was presented with and in turn able to express. The freedom of words is miraculous and another reason why I don't feel that any of them should be deemed "taboo" for any reason whatsoever. I wrote the following poem for a third year English class that I took quite a few years ago now, but that class and this poem, which I presented with full colour slides to accompany it at the Senior Students' Colloquium in front of my fellow students and professors alike, has stuck with me and made a significant impact on my way of thinking. It's inspired by the genius bpNichol and his poem, "The Vagina".
My dad has one. I started out as the twinkle in his eye, shot through his heat-seeking love missile, and ended up a star! - so the story goes.
I used to think having one would be easier. Periodic calls to attention, the odd damp awakening. I could deal with that if it meant I could unzip and pee anywhere, anytime. Oh - the freedom!
Concrete and mystical gods created and worshipped in the image of Captain Winkie
Dickens, Milton, Shakespeare. I guess they each had one. I guess that's why it's call the canon. The power of the Pen-is in the literary world.
Once upon a time a prick name Chode and a cock called Schlong, took a ride on the Baloney Pony. For lunch they ordered Beef Bayonet and Pork Sword with a side of Weiner. To be continued...
Jimmy, Johnson, Willy, Peter. I knew one of each. They were and likely still are - dicks!