— Sorry for the sparseness and lateness of posts today, dudes, but my grandmother is having a really Bad Day. The human brain can be such a bastard. —
“kitty”. sixteen,5’1″,white,prostitute.
ducking always the touch of must and shall,
whose slippery body is Death’s littlest pal,
skilled in quick softness. Unspontaneous. cute.
the signal perfume of whose unrepute
focusses in the sweet slow animal
bottomless eyes importantly banal,
Kitty. a whore. Sixteen
you corking brute
amused from time to time by clever drolls
fearsomely who do keep their sunday flower.
The babybreasted broad “kitty” twice eight
— beer nothing,the lady’ll have a whiskey-sour —
whose least amazing smile is the most great
common divisor of unequal souls.
(E.E. Cummings, “‘kitty’. sixteen,5’1″,white,prostitute.” 1923.)
“Whose slippery body is death’s littlest pal.” God.
The poem is designed to shock and it is shocking — not so much her age of 16, which was consenting in most states at that time, and there is no harm in a consenting human exploring their own sexuality, but the idea that Kitty is such an old and careful but hopeless hand at the sex trade that it is her sole living and she has abandoned her childhood likely earlier than she would have liked, implying her experiences began at a far more tender age — as well as containing a moral without being overly pedantic about it: my interpretation is that Mr. Cummings finds the youth of this prostitute, Kitty, sad and abhorrent, and is taking to task the entire trade, together with its purveyors, its proponents, and its “banal” and wicked pervasiveness, which can crush the spirit of a child and that can drive the spark and spontaneity out of the eyes of a “cute,” young girl. He is disgusted that a young woman’s agency has been foreclosed to a system that allows her no real freedom. That is my take and I stand by it staunchly. If you take the poem to mean that Mr. Cummings is fine with teen prostitutes, I’m interested to hear your argument.
Girl sold by her family in Thailand. Please only follow this link if you are not the weepy kind. (I am.)
In a lot of Eastern European and developing Asian countries, this problem is so nauseatingly endemic that its only solution is harsh, swift, Actually ENFORCED sanctions from other countries.
For those in more “developed” nations (raise your pinky, okay, cause we are sooo evolved with our computers and cell phones), I think the greatest way to prevent a sad poem like this from becoming the reality for that sullen girl-woman you see with her arms folded in front of the cosmetics display at the grocery while her mother fills the cart with gin and baby formula is to start coaching early and hard in strategies for self-esteem and success the likely victims of the child prostitution trade. I take no such high road as Mr. Cummings about obliquely non-pedantic “you should stop this,” methods: he is far more subtle and poetic than I, obviously. With protection of those vulnerable targets in mind, here is a short and very hastily-assembled list of groups that I think do that. If you have any to add, please, please do.
Organizations for child advocacy
— In the U.S. (all of these non-profits have been rated A or higher by charitywatch.org; do not leave home without it … wish they would start tackling and rating more international non-profits) —
— In the U.K./Europe —
— Other efforts abroad to advocate for disadvantaged youth and stem child prostitution —
Photo credits, top to bottom: Jodie Foster as Iris “Easy” Steensman, Taxi Driver (Martin Scorsese, 1976); Brooke Shields as Violet in Pretty Baby (Lois Malle, 1978); Iris and Travis Bickle dine out in Taxi Driver — Jodie again with Robert De Niro; I credited the center one below the picture itself and I again find it flabbergasting and horrifying; Brooke on the cover of People in May 1978; Jodie again from TD, heartbreakingly young in the green sunglasses — to me this has become an iconic outfit, summing up totally her character and Iris’s backstory and motivations; Brooke again out of costume on set for Pretty Baby, a surprising addition to the so-called “Raider Nation.” I assume the Raiders were still in their brief stationing at Los Angeles at this point.
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August 12, 2010 at 4:03 pm |
So sad. I occasionally watch the documentaries MSNBC shows on the subject. It’s an ongoing, and almost completely ignored, world-wide tragedy.
August 12, 2010 at 4:34 pm |
I think everyone who hears of it and is a person of heart and compassion wishes to stop the human trafficking trade, especially as it pertains to young people. The trouble is that it can only be stopped with highly vigilant, active efforts, most especially at the local, grass-roots level. It can be so difficult to be removed from an ugly situation and feel inspired but impotent to stop its ongoing evil. It is going to take a lot to shut it down, but I guess all I can do is pray people do not lose hope and keep trying to make others aware of this sick injustice.
August 12, 2010 at 11:45 pm |
It’s taking lives and making sure that those lives will never matter to its owner. Not cool.
August 12, 2010 at 11:48 pm |
p.s. Sorry to hear about your Grandma.
August 13, 2010 at 7:45 am |
Thanks, love. We need to see each other next week!
March 31, 2014 at 7:48 am |
This is helpful presentation. However, readers should not be trapped by the quest for meaning. “Poem does not mean but be.” We have to take into account the “painterly” style of Mr. Cummings. In addition, this poem has fourteen line make it close to what poets call sonnet. It is not Petrarchan, nonetheless.
July 28, 2014 at 4:50 pm |
What is shocking is that Cummings took a worn-out form and made it into something that caused a thoughtful reader’s jaw to drop. Maybe not this one poem, but his sonnets taken together define a genius.