Sex & The Book / Extreme sex as freedom and self-affirmation in eros told by Jana Černá
Jana Černá was born in Prague in 1928 and grew up between the two wars in a cultured and nonconformist environment. In fact, his father was a well-known architect of the Czech constructivist movement, while his mother, the journalist and activist, Milena Jesenská, was none other than Kafka's famous lover Milena, whose love story has been partly handed down to us in the illustrious Letters to Milena by the Prague writer. Jana was deeply marked by the strong and independent personality of her mother, who was not always present, between political struggles and economic problems, divorces, removals and transfers. While still a young girl, Jana herself helped spread the clandestine anti-fascist press. When Milena was arrested by the Gestapo, she went to live with her grandfather. At his death he was only seventeen years old, he squandered all the inherited patrimony and began a nomadic life, even sleeping on the street and doing the humblest jobs. He married four times, had children he was unable to take care of continuously and who were placed in foster care. He died in 1981 in a car accident.
Because, perlamiseria, there is not Your tongue in my cunt, when I want it so strongly and vehemently, because I do not feel the painful tickle of Your bites on the soles of my feet, because I cannot show You my ass so that You you wallpaper, bite him, beat him and sprinkle him with sperm, because I cannot then lie down next to You and talk to You about anything - from philosophy to the sex of angels - with natural confidence one next to the other and in the meantime make You one saw right like this, for excess of vitality?
In the difficult years of Stalinism, Černá became one of the most important figures in the Prague underground culture environment. He became part of the group of intellectuals who met in the suburb of Libeň and who led a bohemian life, made up of discussions, excesses and economic constraints, perfectly reflected by their works, which were printed in a series of forbidden texts. whose name meant Midnight. The illustrious philosopher Zbyněk Fišer, better known under the pseudonym Egon Bondy, also belonged to the same group, to whom Jana was linked by a long relationship and to whom the Letter of which we have quoted a passage, contained in her collection of writings, is dedicated Not in the ass today, published in Italy by Edizioni and / or with a preface by Fišer himself.
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The author writes a passionate letter to her lover, in which she certainly does not skimp on describing the most murky details of her desire for him. This list of cravings, opened by the question Tell me what kind of nonsense is it that you're not here?, unfolds like an exciting stream of consciousness for entire pages, in which Jana seems to review the entire repertoire of the couple's sexual preferences, united for thirteen years now, but still lit by such a lively fire. If the text may seem trivially erotic, almost sentimental (and it is Jana herself who admits it), what matters most is how this extreme eroticism becomes the essential condition for art and philosophical thought: Černá would like Bondy to abandon abstractness and academic notionism to devote himself to a work that is written without censorship, with the intellect and with the bird - a masterpiece born not in libraries, but in bed with her.
In Letter, as in Černá's poems and other texts, eroticism becomes first of all self-affirmation, a political expression of her own emancipation as a woman, capable of freeing herself from the restrictive macho cultural climate, in order to finally be able to affirm - indeed, scream - the own desires, without any shame. All this, mind you, without aggression, but with vivacity and irony. In short, if there is something you want, girls, learn from Jana and never be afraid to say it.
by Giuliana Altamura
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