in the arsehole of diogenes

NEO-HERACLITUS_____________Qweir Notions in the arsehole of Diogenes: weBlog of a septuagenarian Binge-thinker since February 2008.
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Tuesday, 15 April 2014

The bizarre popular obsession with vampires

expresses feelings that
we are being constantly drained
of our time, our energy, our laughter,
our capacity to relate
to anything except our labour.

1 comment:

Marcus Billson said...

This obsession has brought Bram Stoker into the bedroom, where it all began in Chapter Two or Three of the original Dracula. Instead of sex as becoming "one flesh" or the "double backed beast," sex becomes a kind of food-feeding, the mingling-drinking of blood and the transformation of the lover into a more aesthetic and ethereal species, a penetration at the throat, the locus of speech. Isn't that what modern sex is in a consumer-mad culture--a displacement of genital visceral power and a displacement enjoyment of the sensuality of the entire body?