The Amys Are Only Sorry the Art World Didn’t Vaunt Playfulness Earlier
One of The Eddies stripped men in a gallery
and choreographed slow-mo chaise-lounge approaches
to tease viewers into taking jealousy less seriously,
outfitted skaters in transparent onesies to coax
laughs from the ass crack of unrequited misery,
but given the tweets the Barbican show netted,
21st-century viewers aren’t ready
for male-bodied sex objects. Sorry, Londoners,
if thine eye be offended by naked semiotics’
body politics that upset conservative
paradigms empowering shoddy
behavior toward others behind closed
fraternity doors. Can nudity’s sacrosanct holiness
made silly bare hidden vulnerabilities,
display male fragility
like pink-cheeked virgin women?
Fearless in the face of unbounded scrota,
The Amys sign missives and petitions to relax
bloody terrors of hairy, eye-level nipples,
allowing phallic brushes to blur gender spectra
with pink bows and acrylic bears. As if, exposed
in the everyday light of “The Forever Loop,” bodies diminish
tensions of those takers who would gain power
over others, who roller blade laughably away
from those who would control them.
http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2015/oct/08/barbican-art-show-unleashes-naked-dancers-rollerskaters-onesies-eddie-peake?CMP=twt_gu