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I will pick
your pockets
thumb through
your secret stash
of intimate details
jimmy your locks
jangle your nerves
and shake the
foundation
makeup off
your face
till you stand
un-powdered
and powerless
like a frightened
Ford model
who has just
had her
Bob Mackie
wig and dress
ripped from her
famously
skeletal frame
and who now
stands
waif-like
overpaid
undernourished
and oh so
exquisitely
exploited
by a world
of lights
lenses
and my
hard boiled
soft focus
obsessions

© Ivan Jenson 2013

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Todays featured poem is another one by Ivan Jenson, his previous offering on this site having been “Made In China”.

A piece on the subject of the deconstruction of beauty, Ivan picks apart this image with the precision and flare that only an artist can achieve. Full of unrestrained feeling, there is a kind of cruelty to the imagery in this piece, demanding, power-seeking and impersonal in nature. It begs the question of what lies behind the beauty that is displayed on magazine pages the World over, the apparent innocence (and oftentimes raw sexuality) that we see in the countenance of the nameless models we admire. Ivan holds up a mirror to our own motivations and thoughts with this piece, creating something that is both incredibly voyeuristic in nature ad highly critical of what we perceive beauty to be.

What are your thoughts on this piece? Leave them below in the comments section.

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