Yearly Archives: 2009

Surrealist erotica

Mad Balls

I’ve reported before (see Investigating Sex: Surrealist Discussions 1928-1932, Desire Unbound, Sade / Surreal) on the intimate relationship between Surrealism and eroticism.

Creation Books have just announced their newest title: Extreme Surrealist Erotica which reprints[1] the novel 1929 by Aragon and Péret (with photographs by Man Ray) and the novel Mad Balls by Benjamin Péret.

From Creation:

Aragon and Péret’s 1929, originally written to cover printer’s fees for a Surrealist magazine, and long out of print in any edition, is considered to be one of the great “clandestine” books of modern French erotic literature. Published anonymously, the book was printed in Belgium in an edition of 215 copies. Seized by French customs, most copies of 1929 were destroyed as obscene, particularly due to the four hardcore Man Ray photographs featuring Kiki of Montparnasse, the muse of many surrealists. These images are generally omitted from catalogues of the photographer’s works. Its authors were amongst Surrealism’s greatest proponents, and the same sense of daring, iconoclasm and black humour that permeates their official works can also be seen in these candidly erotic poems and photographs.

Benjamin Péret’s Mad Balls (Les Couilles Enragées) dates from 1928 and would, if published, have formed the third in a trinity of violent, blasphemous and pornographic surrealist works written that same year, alongside Aragon’s Irene’s Cunt and Georges Bataille’s Story of the Eye. Eventually published under a pseudonym in 1954 by Eric Losfeld, Mad Balls is a definitive explosion of Péret’s virulent anti-religious and erotic delirium. With seven explicit illustrations by Yves Tanguy, it is published here alongside 1929 for the very first time, making this an indispensible collector’s compendium of classic “lost” surrealist erotica.

Never tell the truth to an old woman, especially if she asks for it

Robert Monell‘s Jess Franco blog alerts [1] me to the death of Italian-based British actor and film director Edmund Purdom.

RIP Edmund Purdom

I had never heard of him, but the film still of poliziottesco Mister Scarface [2] was intriguing. Besides, I follow each death of the Jess Franco blog, I wish my wiki to become Jess Franco‘s wiki too.

[Youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdUAzuNSdjE]

The Egyptian

Researching Purdom (December 19 19241 January 2009) I find the 1954 The Egyptian[3], one of the most-lavishly produced epic films. It is based on Finnish writer Mika Waltari‘s historical novel The Egyptian. The Egyptian remained the most sold foreign novel in the US before its place was taken over by The Name of the Rose, by Umberto Eco. The Egyptian has been translated into 40 languages.

I watch the clip on YouTube:

I hear this fabulous oneliner:

“Never tell the truth to an old woman, especially if she asks for it” (1:15)

I listen to the rest of the clip. The film’s dialogue is of an almost Shakespearian eloquence.

Robert Duncan @90

Robert Duncan @90

Robert Duncan, Audit

Robert Duncan, American poet (19191988)

Robert Duncan (January 7, 1919February 3, 1988) was an American poet and a student of H.D. and the Western esoteric tradition who spent most of his career in and around San Francisco. Though associated with any number of literary traditions and schools, Duncan is often identified with the New American Poetry and Black Mountain poets. Duncan’s mature work emerged in the 1950s from within the literary context of Beat culture and today he is also identified as a key figure in the San Francisco Renaissance.

Robert Duncan also translated Nerval’s Les Chimères, famous for being referenced by Eliot‘s Waste Land. I am very much fascinated these days by poetry and the translation of poetry.

RIP Stooges band member Ron Asheton (1948 – 2009)

RIP Ron Asheton

[Youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-OyLRgLMSOM]

A New Order song (not the UK band, an early Asheton project)

Ron Asheton (July 17, 1948 – c. December 31, 2008 or January 1, 2009) was an American guitarist and co-songwriter with Iggy Pop for the rock band The Stooges.
Asheton was found dead in his Ann Arbor, Mi. home of a reported heart attack on January 6th, 2009, having died several days earlier, probably either on New Year’s Eve or New Year’s Day.

God, I would hate to die alone like that.

Marilyn Manson and Kool & The Gang drummer @40 and 60

Marilyn Manson, American singer @40*

[Youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jU6iP0WLsU8]

Tim Burton‘s The Nighmare Before Christmas re-cut with Marilyn Manson‘s version of “This Is Halloween“.

George Brown, American drummer of Kool & The Gang @60

[Youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfxaNR71tYM&]

Summer Madness” (1974)

*I think many people underestimate Marily Manson, I find his recycling of my intellectual darlings in such products as The Golden Age of Grotesque (which practically cannibalizes the whole of Voluptuous Panic: The Erotic World of Weimar Berlin) endearing. However, I do not count myself a fan.

Louis Braille @200

Louis Braille @200

Braille

Louis Braille* @200

Louis invented Braille age 12.

Sensory depravation (I mean sensory impairments such as blindess or deafness, remember the film Peeping Tom, where the blind mother knows all along that the male protagonist cannot be trusted because she ‘feels’ this sort of thing?) is often a nice plot device.

Braille makes a clear statement that the reading experience is not visual per se.

*Louis Braille (January 4, 1809 – January 6, 1852) was the inventor of braille , a world-wide system used by blind and visually impaired people for reading and writing. Braille is read by passing the fingers over characters made up of an arrangement of one to six embossed points. It has been adapted to almost every known language.

Ah, woman, the incomplete sex

Film noir.

Ce Sexe Qui N'En Est Pas Un

This Sex which is Not One

I’ve only seen two film noirs in the 2000s. One was the neo-noir The Last Seduction, the other was The Naked Kiss.

Donald Westlake‘s recent death has inspired me to research film noir and noir fiction. My fondest memories of the noir thing are probably films such as Jim Thompson‘s Coup de Torchon and Charles Willeford‘s Miami Blues.

But above all the nobrow references in the bold film The Naked Kiss.

I was totally surprised to find references in that film to:

  1. Beethoven’s Moonlight sonata
  2. A Baudelaire quote
  3. Goethe
  4. A male version of Brigitte Bardot

The same astonishment took hold of me when researching Kiss Me, Deadly, Mickey Spillane‘s sixth novel featuring private investigator Mike Hammer. (because of the Signet Books and Fawcett Publications link).

Listen to the following dialogue excerpt (see below). Is there a better way to introduce This Sex which is Not One, feminism and the Oedipus complex and Pussy Talk? Most of contemporary theory is useless without its counterpart in popular culture.

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Kiss Me Deadly

Scrub to 6:30 for the dialog

Christina: You’re angry with me, aren’t you? Sorry I nearly wrecked your pretty little car. I was just thinking how much you can tell about a person from such simple things. Your car, for instance.
Hammer: Now, what kind of a message does it send ya?
Christina: You have only one real lasting love.
Hammer: Now who could that be?
Christina: You. You’re one of those self-indulgent males who thinks about nothing but his clothes, his car, himself. Bet you do push-ups every morning just to keep your belly hard.
Hammer: You against good health or somethin’?
Christina: I could tolerate flabby muscles in a man who may be more friendly. You’re the kind of a person who never gives in a relationship – who only takes. (Sardonically) Ah, woman, the incomplete sex. And what does she need to complete her? (Mocking) Why, man, of course. A wonderful man.
Hammer: All right, all right, let it go. That bus stop will be comin’ up pretty soon and I don’t even know your name.
Christina: You forget. I’m a loony from the laughing house. All loonies are dangerous. Ever read poetry? No, of course you wouldn’t. Christina Rossetti wrote love sonnets. I was named after her.
Hammer: Christina?
Christina: Yes, Mike. I got your name from the registration certificate, Mr. Hammer. Get me to that bus stop and forget you ever saw me. If we don’t make that bus stop…
Hammer: (confidently) We will.
Christina: …if we don’t, ‘Remember me.’

–Transcribed by filmsite.org [1]

And the  film score by Frank De Vol? Brilliant.

Happy birthdays J. D. Salinger (90) and Grandmaster Flash (51)

With all this dying, one would forget about the living. Fear not! Happy birthdays J. D. Salinger and Grandmaster Flash. The first birthdays of 2009.

Jerome David Salinger (born January 1, 1919) is an American author best known for his 1951 novel The Catcher in the Rye, as well as his reclusive nature; he has not published any new work since 1965 and has not granted a formal interview since 1980.

Catcher in the Rye first edition

The Catcher in the Rye original cover

Catcher in the Rye by Signet

Signet Books “sensationalist” cover

The famous “fuck you” excerpt:

“‘That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful, because there isn’t any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you’re not looking, somebody’ll sneak up and write ‘Fuck you‘ right under your nose. Try it sometime. I think, even, if I ever die, and they stick me in a cemetery, and I have a tombstone and all, it’ll say ‘Holden Caulfield’ on it, and then what year I was born and what year I died and then right under that it’ll say ‘Fuck you.’ I’m positive, in fact.'” – Holden Caulfield in The Catcher in the Rye page 183

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The Message

Joseph Saddler (born January 1, 1958 in Bridgetown, Barbados), better known as Grandmaster Flash, is a hip hop musician and DJ; one of the pioneers of hip-hop DJing, cutting, and mixing. Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five are best-known for their single “The Message“.

“The Message” is an old school hip hop song by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five released in 1982. The song’s lyrics were some of the first in the genre of rap to talk about the struggles and the frustrations of living in the ghetto. Another fuck you, I guess.