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Researching 'venus In Furs' And 'psychopathia Sexualis'


If you were never whipped, beaten or abused, prepare yourself
when you hear the regulations for handling manuscripts
in the Archives Department, where the book rests are grey

satin, polished to perfection. What thief picklocks in here
after hours scratching like a field mouse to finally peek through
snapshots of Venus in Furs. The handwriting is legible. The dull

blue ink of letters by Leopold Sacher-Masoch, musty stamps peeling
at the edges. As you raise your head from past to present, the archivists
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Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: satire
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