A Pox on the Patriarchy
Licence my roving hands and let them go / Before, behind, between, above, below
- John Donne demonstrates he understands consent in To His Mistress Going to Bed. Shame he can’t enlighten George Galloway or Julian Assange being, you know, dead for the past 400 years.
When it came to the death which so regrettably keeps him from enlightening such deviants as Assange, however, Donne was not so much into the ol’ consent… indeed one might even say that he had a bit of a rape fantasy: “I would not that death should take me asleep. I would not have him meerly seize me, and only declare me to be dead, but win me, and overcome me.”
Interesting point snottyprof. I also felt that Donne had some slight issues – viz
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
Still, at least he understands that he shouldn’t rape others, even though he seems to have some worrying fantasies of his own. God Bless
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