3rd poem by my long, narrative poem Yoon Yong. You can find the other II poems under the heading Korea Poems if you want to catch up.
Midflight digression II: Foucault & sexuality (8:23 a.m.)
…“To paraphrase Foucault…” my English teacher
lived in Bordeaux & Paris for a time | he never shut up about him.
I’m certain he was gay | I felt grown up knowing a gay man.
Why do I recall his off-the-cuff lectures?
Like the time he explained the porn industry’s downfall
—his theory being that “young couples
suck & poke each other in front of iPhones | shamelessly.
This act of daring showcases their youth & love
—a private window into the fortunes of youth |
like choux pastries in a bakery window.
For those nostalgic of the time when they were beautiful
it is a way for them to relive the past
: they transpose their own recollections
onto the youngsters bodies— a sort of oculus rift.
This is the sexual revolution the 60s couldn’t have
because they didn’t have the tech.
Now teens can fuck & in five minutes have an audience
who cannot interfere directly but still inject a thrill
into the taboo of public sexual acts.”
Sipped his coffee “like a Frenchman” whatever that means.
I told him he was being naïve | that often the filming
was done in secret— #metoo: some pile of shit film student
during my MA at Seoul National | who thought he was documenting
the sexual libertinism of two lovers | breaking the taboos
of Korean culture— no one to complain or report the intrusion to
—just cram the shame deep down enough to function.
I know he wanked off to those videos
: after all | they banned Internet porn in Korea
& little boys without girlfriends to crank their handle
in a climate of loneliness fill their nights with Pa[l]m..
In the airplane loo: constipation is an “obstruction
of justice…” the world shit’s on us | we shouldn’t
be kept from shitting on it in reply.
“How crude miss Yong…”