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Tidligere aftrykte jeg her gode Patricia Lockwoods gode onde digt “Rape Joke” (og oversatte det helt og halvt til Weekendavisen og Blogdahl), her er digterens egen collage af idotiske reaktioner:

When you publish a poem like “Rape Joke,” you take it for granted that two things will happen. One: that people will share their own stories with you, which is wonderful; and two: that people will barf all over their keyboards at you, which is interesting. Here is a selection of the most notable barfs I encountered in the wake of the poem’s appearance.

• Another FAIL for the moral butthurt brigade.

• Please stop calling this a “poem.”

• Should we also ban all ‘man walks into bar’ jokes because of sensitivity about alcoholism?

• When I backpack through northern Washington or Montana, I don’t do so without carrying protection. I also don’t smear my clothes with blueberry juice and salmon oil.

• The same readers who take offense to rape jokes probably had fifty status updates last week screeching about they want to cut off George Zimmerman’s penis and light him on fire.

• The rape joke is being told you “look like a rapist.” When you’re a gay male with no interest in raping women.

• So…you don’t like rape jokes then? I don’t like onions – but I don’t think that McDonalds should stop putting them on your hamburger.

• Someone should write a poem about the Soup Nazi episode of Seinfeld because, for every laugh that episode has had, a real person was killed in World War II.

• Patricia Lockwood totally raped rape jokes.

• Great job Patricia, you capitalized on some sort of twitter uproar over rape jokes by writing a bad poem called “The Rape Joke”, which details your (1) experience with rape by your white trash BOYFRIEND and posting it on some crap website. I now FINALLY understand why rape jokes aren’t funny!

• The rape joke is Pet Sounds because of the ANIMALISTIC sounds you made as you were made love to, not raped.

• Knock, knock
Who’s there?
A lengthy poem about rape
A lengthy poem about rape who?

• This reminds me of that Seinfeld episode where Jerry became convinced that one of his rivals got raped just for the jokes.

• “Destroyed cherry” would have been funnier. Good writing though.

• oh, get over yourself, you attention whore. he was your boyfriend. you were drunk. he was drunk. that aint rape. you’re not a survivor, you’re not important and no one feels bad for you. you’re the rape joke.

• I’m not particularly pleased with the Pet Sounds association with rapists. If it’s a fact, that’s one thing. If it’s supposed to have some meaning in the context of poetic license, I’m not sure if I like the connection that might arise in the minds of some young women who read this poem and later may receive it as a gift from a man solely for its musical merit.

• Rape joke, rape joke rape joke. Rape joke? Joke rape. Jokes about rape. Grow up Amerikkka,who is wearing the rape mask? The cis man, in his rape van.

• It was as if I was right there being raped with you. Except I wasn’t.

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Forside og billedkunst i Hvedekorn 1 2017: Johanne Østervang. Hvedekorn er støttet af Statens Kunstfond hvedekorn.dk af One Million Monkeys