Miss Phosphorous (also known as Shazna) writes:
'I'm reading Kierkagaard's 'Either/Or'. One story I loved in the aesthete's 'Diapsalmata' is this one:
'According to Lucian (Phalaris I,11), Phalaris, tyrant of Agrigentum, roasted his prisoners in a brazen bull; reeds had been placed in the nostrils of the bull in such wise that shrieks of the prisoners were transmuted into music'.
What do you think of that? The story is used as a simile as the aesthete describes how a poet is one of those tortured prisoners who feels great anguish, but his lips are so fashioned that the moans and groans which pass over them are transformed into ravishing music.'
Matt Jacobsen (email@example.com) of New York writes:
'For what it's worth... The front, spine and back-cover of the eighth issue of Josefina Ayerza's "Lacanian Ink" (a publication of the Lacan Circle of New York) features a photograph by David Kelleran of a woman with her legs spread open (one leg on the back cover, one leg on the front cover and her sex on the spine). The title of this photograph is: "Fifty dirty cocks in this hole and you want me to act like I own it?" For some reason I found that to be incredibly amusing and thought I would share it with all of you. To get a copy of the newest issue (18) of Lacanian Ink, write to: Lacanian Ink @ 133 Wooster Street, NY, NY 10012 US'
Harold Robinson of Oakland California (firstname.lastname@example.org) has chosen this excerpt from the syndicated sex advice column 'Ask Isadora' in the San Francisco Bay Guardian, April 12, 1995:
'Q: I am a healthy 30 year old male. My girlfriend and I enjoy a happy, active sex life. Recently we discovered a new twist we both enjoy. We bake an 8-by-10 foot pepperoni pizza in sections, assembling it on our living room floor, which is covered with sheets of black plastic. My girlfriend goes into the living room, shuts off the lights, and activates a life size animatronic figure of the Pope that stands at the end of the room. The Pope's eyes light up and he begins blessing the enormous pizza and my girlfriend, who reclines thereon clad only in slices of cheese. I am outside the room at this point, and the doors are closed. I can hear the theme from "Rocky" being played within as I wait, dressed as a huge clove of garlic. When the music reaches its climax I burst through the door and hurl myself upon my girlfriend and we copulate madly at the feet of the robot pope while I shout, "Poperone! Come on, Tony! Not a phony! Poperoni!"
Anyway, my question is this : could garlic pizza sauce be hazardous to human genitalia? Could you recommend any particularly arousing brand?A: Now really, those of you who accuse me of making up the letters that appear in this column, would a sane professional women concoct a letter like this and risk offending Catholic readers, Rocky fans, and vegetarians alike? Not I.'
MEN OF ALL AGES IN AMERICA: I AM SICK OF HAVING TO WIPE YOUR PISS SPLATTER AND SHIT
FRAGMENTS OFF OF THE TOILET SEATS IN PUBLIC RESTROOMS.
SHOOT STRAIGHT -- OR SUFFER FROM MY HATE. REMEMBER THE GOLDEN RULE. CONTROL YOUR TOOL. WIPE AWAY YOUR STOOL.
Nan Goldin interviews Japanese photographer Nobuyoshi Araki in a recent edition of Artforum. Araki, whose 100 books mostly feature photographs of semi-naked Japanese girls strung and trussed, is asked if he ever has sex with his models. 'Almost always,' he replies. 'A photo shoot is very erotic; it's part of the atmosphere.'
Beck, Tricky, Blam!, Yotsuya Simon (he made the sculpture you can see on the E mail page), Copi, Kahimi Karie, Mike Alway, Alexander Bard, Stina Nordenstam, Olivieri Toscani.