FULL-FIGURED GALS
As I went through my teens and became an adult in 1965, there were many stunningly beautiful women who came across my television and cinema screens: Brigitte Bardot, Sophia Loren, Jayne Mansfield, Marilyn Monroe, Ava Gardner, Grace Kelly, Deborah Kerr, Jane Russell and Farrah Fawcette to name a few. This was the ninth and the first years of the tenth stage of history from a Baha’i perspective. In my 20s, 30s, 40s and 50s, from the 1960s through the 1990s, many more beautiful women continued to flow into and out of the mass media. -Ron Price, Pioneering Over Four Epochs, February 27th 2005.
Symbol of an entire sexual revolution
they were, each of them in their way--
and I was only twelve, thirteen, fourteen
and I kept getting older and they kept coming.
Embodiments of steamy sexual desire,
smouldering sensuous beauty, lusty busty,
leggy, curves everywhere, cleavages deep
as the dark oceans, full-figured gals they were,
one and all, alluring angels, always seductive,
physical powerhouses, big-chested cutiepies,
attracted men, photographers and headlines--
didn’t they all? Princesses of pout, icons,
countesses of come hither--35-23-35 stats
and more, everywhere more, glamour galore,
tending to many marriages and troubles,
temptresses: who could resist the pulchritude?
All my life they’ve been coming,
always coming, up and out there,
flaunting themselves before my eyes--
incredible things I can only look at,
from a great distance, get turned on by,
but never, absolutely never, get near, touch.
Part of the whirlwind of the senses they were
at the other end of dull-everydayness,
its continuum of quotidian time meeting
as it did like out of some blue the psychedelic,
where tension was increased always without
resolution, catharsis or any genuine epiphany.
Sex: the last frontier, extraordinary incident,
outrageous stimulation, instinctual sources
of erotic heat, part of some basic permissiveness
where one looks longingly in this inchoate world,
diffuse, so diffuse, where a truly powerful ideology
was just opening up a new vision of life,
part of a moral repertoire to be drawn on by all
and helping me cope with these awesome sexual,
stunning beauties, traces of sand to be washed away
eventually by waves, not part of the decline
of the West but the end of civilization
and a hubris rearing its head
with its refusal to accept limits,
its sympathy for the abyss,
its rage against order,
its awareness of apocalypse.
And, for me, a substitution of instinct,
impulse and pleasure by those
essentials of restraint in my years,
my life in this post-industrial society1
looked like it was going
to take the whole of my life.
1 Daniel Bell, The Coming Of Post-Industrial Society: A Venture in Future Forecasting, Basic Books, NY, 1973. The birth of this society took place in the years after WW2, the second Seven Year Plan(1946-1953) just after I was born.
Ron Price
February 28th 2005
Ron Price
February 27th 2005.
married 37 years, teacher 30 years, living in Australia 33 years; Baha'i 45 years.