Art and Sex

Sabine and I doing it after the wedding but before the honeymoon where we continued to do it over a period of a few days away from it all. I have been meaning to post one or two grabs from this video after Sabine gave me permission a while back but have delayed the process somewhat.

I recently was interviewed about pornography by a filmmaker putting in a proposal for a television event called Project NEXT, if he wins he gets to then make a half hour version which will be broadcast on ABC Television. It was interesting being asked some of the questions, especially since I began wondering just how defined my own perceptions are in regards to what I create. This applies to ideas I have been stewing in pertaining to anti-erotica and the avant-sexual. I have the premise but not the jointly exhaustive dichotomy I need to represent my art and life as one.

Trouble is, I feel such an exile in these matters, an exile in my 'pauvre type' existence, an exile in my surroundings, and an exile sometimes in my own head. I have trouble writing anything that doesn't veer down the path of the sexual, and that also probably limits my distribution to about half as what other people may be able to get. As censorship seeps further into the cracks of our cultural milieu it is becoming apparent what satisfies the public's moral taste.

It's always been there, and not always related to sexual matters, but the watering down of culture provides us with outcomes that are neither particularly interesting or stimulating. I have this one opinion on most forms of entertainment, and it has to do with the fact that a lot of people say they only prefer media which allows them to escape (They don't realise that challenging art is also an escape, and in the long run an escape from ignorance and intolerance), well, I ask "What are you escaping from?", they mean "Not thinking" but it is the same thing if I apply my question then as "What amount of thinking are you actually doing in order to need not to think so much?" - sure you may need to take a break from thinking if you are knee deep in Philosophical profundity every day, sure you may need regular escapism if you are in the thick of a turbulent society but really what are most people escaping from? Boredom? Tedium?

There is something wrong with our world if every day life equates to so much tedium that media and entertainment needs to provide an escape from it.

I digress. My own art form or my own platform upon which I make my art has recently been edging towards being accessible but pushing the censorship boundaries at the same time. My last couple of works have picked up awards, and one sneakily has found itself on a mainstream channel (twice). However I am not experiencing the enthusiasm for keeping on making proclamations about my art and my views on kink, perversion etc. I think that people are like flowers and begin to wilt, especially in their ideals. When art and life cross so effortlessly there are risks involved - and people think that these risks will somehow complicate their pension plans.

I know that I am not going to get the lifestyle I want unless I do it all myself, I also know that I have to keep all my plans to myself and cogitate in the same way I masturbate, in the trance of my own snug perceptions, almost by myself without the ghastly stoic interceptions by others. I also know that the contrivances that revolve around me will venture to impede my ideas and stifle my often at times considered stubborn possibly arrogant savoir-faire.

My father once said that he hated eating. He hated the need to have to sit down and eat. He wished that one could survive alone on thinking. I don't think he hated eating that much but he was making a point. The point he was making was that if only thinking was as necessary a human function as eating because people can easily give up thinking and rarely has it any cause of harm to them but to give up eating is to die. Therefore thinking is something people have no qualms about dieting on.

This is my problem, that further on we go in life such rigorous thought becomes unfashionable and replaced with a resignation towards conformity. To me it's time and punishment - to remodel the well known Fyodor title - and it seethes into most people's lives one way or another. It comes down to this. When creating "art" one thinks to oneself, "Who am I doing this for?", if you aren't really doing it for anyone then you're in a pickle. At least there has to be one person you are serving, I don't agree that art can serve oneself entirely. The catch-22 in the current cultural climate as I see it is that people are primarily making art for the sake of making art and the recipients are responding to it in order to not have to think. That to me is a sorry state of affairs.

To end, my latest spoken word track has been finalised. Even though I aimed for a more general broadcast when writing it, the piece is still about a poem that excites orgiastic sexual behavior from a group of patrons at a dingy nightclub. It is full to the brim with paronomasia and other word play on morphological and phonological syntax . The spoken word piece follows the story of a poem that rises to fame in popular culture making room for other poetry to follow suit but it is also about the "dumbing" down of lyrics in popular music and acceptations that make little or no sense to anybody.

You can purchase, if you fancy, my spoken word track on . Proceeds of this track go directly into the production of my next spoken word release "Clever Dick" which I am working on this year.

I also have been linking it with QR for those people who like to download tracks directly from their mobile phones.



Below, Sabine and I continue to make our after-wedding amateur home movie.