Wednesday, October 24, 2012


The Facebook police have come in the night and removed one (1) picture from one of my albums. It was beautiful. Probably taken in the 1920's by a famous photographer, it was a nude woman hanging chistmas ornaments from the ceiling. They hung down all around her, they looked like galaxys and stars that were in orbit inside the softness of her universe, caught in the pull of her shining gravity.
I don't mind losing the image, I still have it in my files, but I have no idea what caption I may have put with a picture like that. And the comments from friends are gone forever.
That is what I will miss. That is what I can't replace. The photographer is Andre de Dienes.

So apparently Face book right now is going through my thousands of photographs with inspirational naughty witty eductaional captions, and removing any that might show a stray tit. Their bollocks is your boon.
I'll be moving some images from my albums to store here for future reference.
It was fun, pushing the envelope at Facebook. 

Sculpture by Auguste Ottin, 1883

Here we see the beautiful Campaspe, mistress of Alexander the Great, taking of her clothes in order to be painted by Apelles. The legend is that Appelles fell in love with her, and painted Campaspe so well, that Alexander kept the painting but gave Campaspe to Appelle as a gift.

Her beauty was later heralded by John Lyly in this poem, which I find interesting because it tells us so much about Cupid.

Appelles Song
"Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
At cards for kisses—Cupid paid:
He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows;
Loses them too; then down he throws
The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on's cheek (but none knows how);
With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple of his chin:
All these did my Campaspe win.
At last he set her both his eyes,
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this to thee?
What shall (alas!) become of me?"

"Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
...But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
— W.B. Yeats, “He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven”


soubriquet said...

Ah, poetry....

As for ladies cool hands on dangling baubles, whatever could facebook think naughty about that?

Inspector Clouseau said...

Fascinating. Just this morning, I read a news piece to the effect that a judge had ruled that pole dances and lap dances did not constitute art, and thus were not constitutionally protect free speech. While the argument made by the petitioners may have been a reach, upon examining your shots, it appears to me that they are in very good taste.

Thanks for visiting our site earlier today.

Inspector Clouseau said...

"Protected" free speech...

bulletholes said...

I just don't know Souby. All the bunk on FB, and they want to take that nice soft woman with the ornaments down?

Clouseau, they did finally find deep within the bowels of one of my albums, two more 'graphic" images that I knew, if found, would be pulled. These above, with the exception of the first one (which was the first one they removed) are ones I have removed on my own, fearing that the prudes at FB would eventually get to them.
Its a pre-emptive strike on my part.
I know you boys cant wait to see the more offensive ones.

goatman said...

They've got your number!

goatman said...

The one with the ornaments looks sort of contrived. . .