Sunday, September 2, 2012

Pulpy Porn Flies Again





Having recently suffered through a slew of disappointing cinematic experiences, which I will discuss in the next post, I feel it's time to resurrect the ever-reliable pulpy porn paperback covers because nothing satisfies like these do.




At a time when I've become rather bored with explicit pornography, these take us back to a time when sex was fun, art suggested everything but showed very little, and pleasure could be found in reading, not just looking.





A shame that this era has past.

What's replaced it hasn't made for happier humans.

3 comments:

  1. Great covers. You're right, this was a time when porn paperbacks had very funny covers.

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  2. "......art suggested everything but showed very little...." Nicely put, but art actually shows a lot. Having or lacking the skill to see is what makes the difference. Clearly mainstream/commercial explicit pornography can't be considered art, as it shows nothing :|

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  3. Ayesha -- A good semantic argument.

    I find it difficult to decide what is and isn't art, so I usually go with my own reaction. What does it evoke beyond the piece itself?

    Regular porn bores me these days, as it evokes very little and lacks even aesthetic value. These covers conjure an entire world, a philosophy, an almost pastoral sexual anarchy.

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    Nobodynix -- Agreed. I started disliking the porn paperback covers when they switched from illustrations to photos. A photo is an absolute. An illustration is not.

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