Brave new world orgy porgy
Brave New World 08 | Orgy Porgy | Fine Art Prints
Description
Giclee Prints, Paper and Canvas
Matte Prints have image size 14″x18″ on 16″x20″ (41cm x 51 cm) size paper. Hand signed & numbered, 400 Limited Edition.
Canvas Prints have 16″x20″ (41 cm x 51 cm) image size on 20″x24″ size canvas for wrapping. Hand signed & numbered, 25 Limited Edition.
Whole sets of smaller 11″x14″ (28cm x 36cm) larger 20″x24″ (51cm x 61cm) prints of the twelve Brave New World paintings are also available.
All prints come rolled and shipped in a tube.
Original painted in Aug. 2018, 20″x24″ (51cm x 61cm) acrylic on panel – SOLD to Fred Whitehead, Kansas City KS, USA through the Jones Gallery.
It wasn’t long before the talk shows began speculating which girls The Savage was engaging with; the problem was, he wasn’t engaging with any. He was raised by the overprotective and smothering Linda, without the positive model of the state, and bought up by Indians to believe in monogamy, romance, and the rearing of children through natural insemination. He might have possibly even been a virg
Aldous Huxley’s
Brave New World
was assigned reading during an ethics class I took recently, specifically for a lesson on Utilitarianism and teleological thinking. Since no paper or report on the text was required for the class, my review here is not one of high philosophy or anything of the sort. Instead, I intend just to pick out a few interesting points of the story and leave it at that.
First, I was surprised by the total absence of genuine robots in this novel of the future. Perhaps the modern paperback cover that’s been sitting on my shelf for so many years is what threw me, but before reading the book for myself, I had always been under the impression that Huxley’s dystopian outlook was one which resulted from an overabundance of robotics and, therefore, a loss of humanity. Certainly, the angle exists: human beings bred in bottles with additives to determine their statuses in life with the end result being armies of soulless, robot-like drones; but they are still human. In fact, the most mechanized product of Huxley’s civilized world was the helicopter, something I was surprised to see so often used in this 1932 release.
Second, I was intrigued
Chapter Five
Y EIGHT O'CLOCK the light was failing. The loud speaker in the tower of the Stoke Poges Club House began, in a more than human tenor, to announce the closing of the courses. Lenina and Henry abandoned their game and walked back towards the Club. From the grounds of the Internal and External Secretion Trust came the lowing of those thousands of cattle which provided, with their hormones and their milk, the raw materials for the great factory at Farnham Royal.
An incessant buzzing of helicopters filled the twilight. Every two and a half minutes a bell and the screech of whistles announced the departure of one of the light monorail trains which carried the lower caste golfers back from their separate course to the metropolis.
Lenina and Henry climbed into their machine and started off. At eight hundred feet Henry slowed down the helicopter screws, and they hung for a minute or two poised above the fading landscape. The forest of Burnham Beeches stretched like a great pool of darkness towards the bright shore of the western sky. Crimson at the horizon, the last of the sunset faded, through orange, upwards into yellow and a pale watery green. Northwards, beyond and a
“Did you eat something that didn’t agree with you?” asked Bernard.
The savage nodded. “I ate civilization.”
“What?”
“It poisoned me; I was defiled. And then, “He added, in a lower tone, “I ate my own wickedness.”
It’s moments like these that reaffirm my fond memories of Alduous Huxley’s dystopian science fiction novel
Brave New World
. For a relatively “sciency” book, it’s got a certain poetic cadence to it–both in prose and plot.
Regarding its narrative,
Brave New World
tells the story of Bernard Marx, an Alpha-Plus member of the World State–Alpha-Plus meaning
upper
upper-class. You see, in
Brave New World
, there is heavy population control and, at the same time, no control at all. Fetuses are grown in test tubes–or, decanted–and are influenced chemically to become what society requires at the time. Humans are “born” into a rigid caste system, as either an Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, or Epsilon. I won’t go too deep into the details here; needless to say, the government controls everything–by controlling nothing.
The World