Burlesk

This will be the wind up to "Black Spring" because I'm a few pages off finishing it, but I liked this particular moment. Henry was standing at an Opera House listening to Wagner's Parsifal being performed, the place was packed and Henry was straining his neck to see the stage. I'll let Henry take it from here ...

"Parts of the opera are dull, duller than anything ever written. But there are parts which are sublime and during the sublime parts, because I was being squeezed like a sardine, an embarrassing thing happened to me - I got an erection. The woman I was pressing against must also have been inspired by the sublime music of the Holy Grail. We were in heat, the two of us, and pressed together like a couple of sardines. During the intermission the woman left her place to pace up and down the corridor. I stayed where I was, wondering if she would return to the same place. When the music started up again she returned. She returned to her spot with such exactitude that if we had been married it could not have been more perfect. All through the last act we were joined in heavenly bliss. It was beautiful and sublime, nearer to Boccaccio than to Dante, but sublime and beautiful just the same"

Henry Miller - "Black Spring".

Now, I love these moments because they are wonderful displays of random mutual lust but not the nightclub eyes meeting eyes "let's go shag in the alley way" kind of lust, but incidental lust where a current of lust meets in the temporal touching of two random, possibly opposing live wires. It doesn't matter that Miller is who he is and the woman who she is, the context is a classical concert - you can't, to borrow a repeated expression from Miller, get more sublime than that.

I've talked about mutual attraction before but I think too much emphasis is put on ideals. The idea that it would be gross if the person rubbing against me was seen as repulsive only exists because of the extreme other, and the extreme other is that the person rubbing against me should be divine, the problem this causes is that anyone in between tends to be scooted down towards the repulsive end and not the divine end of the attraction ruler. You see, if a person was viewed as "kind of alright", how much more fun would we be having? If we said to ourselves, "Well, he or she is no God or Goddess but will nicely suffice as I'm feeling a bit horny myself", then we've hit jackpot. We've taken our polar axis and bent it according to a flexible and proficient outlook upon the landscape of inhabitants that move and sing about us - if you want to call it moving and singing, I did because it sounded a good way to describe the perpetual showmanship of the human mouth and limbs.

Sabine and I have been starved for time over the last year but things are now starting to relax a little bit with new directions, new opportunities, and of course challenges which always I imagine there will be. I haven't stepped back from my life lately, taking time to absorb things, I've kind of been crammed onto the shunting caboose of busyness, waiting for the steam to stop spluttering and begin its steady stream. I guess this is called taking stock, and I shall need to do it soon, my head has begun pre-production on another short film, god help me to stop making the little blighters.