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Pornography tends to be defined by what it is not: it is not art, it is not legitimate, it is not safe for popular consumption.…Explicit imagery is as old as art itself, but pornography, as a thought structure, can be traced back to the eighteenth century with the discovery of Pompeii and the impetus to develop a new taxonomy of art.
There were scenes of couples having sex in twos and threes, there were numerous nudes, images of priapic men and satyrs, their erections massive and bobbing from their bodies. By 1758, rumors began to circulate that Pompeii was not the Rome historians had envisioned.
![A passage from Tristram Shandy, inscribed by Martha and Thomas Jefferson on her deathbed, reproduced here by Maira Kalman.
[written by Martha] Time wastes too fast: every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity life follows my pen. The days and hours of it are flying over our heads like clouds of a windy day never to return… [and written by Thomas] and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, every absence which follows it, are preludes to the eternal separation which we are shortly to make!
(For the remainder of his life, Jefferson kept this paper with a lock of Martha’s hair entwined around it.)
(via meaghano, of course)](http://25.media.tumblr.com/ulD4H8vXSp7iim6vAYbkbLDHo1_r1_500.png)
A passage from Tristram Shandy, inscribed by Martha and Thomas Jefferson on her deathbed, reproduced here by Maira Kalman.
[written by Martha] Time wastes too fast: every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity life follows my pen. The days and hours of it are flying over our heads like clouds of a windy day never to return… [and written by Thomas] and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, every absence which follows it, are preludes to the eternal separation which we are shortly to make!
(For the remainder of his life, Jefferson kept this paper with a lock of Martha’s hair entwined around it.)
(via meaghano, of course)
Imagine that you went back in time to the late 1960s and found Terry Gilliam, fresh from doing his weird low-fi collage/animations for Monty Python. You proceeded to inject Gilliam with so many steroids his penis shrank to the size of a hair follicle, and you smushed a dozen tabs of LSD under his tongue. And then you gave him the GDP of a few sub-Saharan countries. Gilliam might have made a movie not unlike this one.”
— Charlie Jane Anders, on Transformers: ROTF
