It dawned on me that a poem I recently published has to do with a fetish. Castrati were around for centuries and, despite relative acceptance in public and, in many instances, downright exaltation, they were examples of fetishes gone too far. I'm making a judgment here because this was done to children. They had no say in something that would change their bodies forever.
Someone decided long, long ago, to suspend--in time--a boy's prepubescent voice so a man's throat could grow around it and create an otherworldly sound. I dedicate my poem to Alessandro Moreschi. You can hear him.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Castrati
Labels:
anti-,
castrati,
castrato,
classical music,
eunuch,
feti(sh)ame,
fetishame,
Kevin Simmonds,
poetry
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