Smell and Quim

 

Misty Vistula aka Kate Fear aka so-called "Member" of Smell & Quim

Tuesday, September 3, 2019

CULINARY LINGUAL

I'd like to try and tell you what it's like to be stranded in the jungle you call love.. looking at it from another point in time. We live in a period of time that Stephen Jay Gould saw fit to call "the age of bacteria", in which humans are subjugated to the simplicity of contagion. What is most contagious is the desire to know what will kill you and become desensitised to it. Death lives, but only for others, as some cunt or other made out. It was once believed that the love of finery, good living and the indulgence of the senses led to the origin of prostitution in humans. This often reaches excessive heights in Smell & Quim gigs, with figures such as Simon Harris screeching nak It wased flashing strobe lights into the eyes of the audience, Stool Man giving body searches (i.e. feeling them up), w You said you wantedhile Gillham loads up on the little fellas and squirts blood everywhere.

Gynotikolobomassophilia involves eating out the ear of your loved one, in particular nibbling around the earlobe. While this might seem fairly innocent, it nonetheless forms part of the spectrum of sexual cannibalism that includes phagophilia or vorarephilia (often shortened to “vore“). For the “phag”, sexual desire is only stimulated by eating the object of affection, lending a sinister undertone to supposedly innocuous terms of endearment such as ‘baby cakes’ or ‘honey pie.’ Despite the efforts of scientists such as Gould to downplay the role of sexual cannibalism in the animal kingdom, there is considerable anecdotal evidence contradicting this, demonstrating that there isn’t that much difference between wanting to have sex with someone and wanting to eat them, though it helps if you’re an insect. Queen Elizabeth II might provide the missing link at this point, a reptilian humanoid who allegedly indulges fondly in ritual sacrifice, baby eating and the like, despite the vain efforts of media pundits such as David Icke to put a stop to such antics.

One of my all-time favourite food related stories deals with the origin of the kebab and was developed by Ian, a sometime sergeant stationed in Northern Ireland. Attempting to address the rumours surrounding the growing popularity of kebab meat in the early 80’s and the suspicious minds of the locals and their missing pets, Ian evolved the witless farrago that is the legend of the “kebo.” A mysterious creature, this feckless beast remains obscure to this day, continually waddling unseen in the gloaming around the woodlands of the Shire, between borders and beyond the back. Literally backless, that is, as its spineless, fatty physique was found to be ideal for skewering and roasting on a spit, this revolting, yet strangely cute little creature will forever symbolise the ritualistic, almost spiritual celebration of being OUT OF YOUR TINY MIND.
(KATE FEAR)

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Relics of St Salami

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Portrait of the English from the Inside

Local. Branded crazy. Crazy, so to speak. Urbane. Easy. Miserly-go-unlucky. Much easier, for example, to be crazy, internationale.

Home is constantly on the mind and reaps its rewards from bewilderment and admiration to public censure or hatred. But it’s damn’d hard to reap such benefits, especially if you are dealing with any interlocutor or used to watching him on the hoof. Too much attention. At international level it is somehow the same; you can afford to appear in whatever country, but not for long.

I took advantage of local legends about the eccentricity of each ethnic group, how being Russian means adopting the West European myth of the East Slavic bastard. Then, figuratively speaking, made a mattress out of crap and,without waiting for a reply, would snore happily away, leaving the receiving party in mute admiration ( or not?!)  I.e. An idiot abroad never attracts much attention, thus spake the prophet!!

… I could have been a contender: a promising journalist, a great artist, a talented animator ..  maybe I should never again communicate with anyone not of my own calibre ..   such people are a bad influence on my “epic” (soundtrax? re: Swell Maps??) biography .. I dropped a beat. Gave a financially embarrassed civil servant whom I met secretly in the underpass a hundred rouble note.

Once, leaving a tour, I got involved with a circle of strangers who were genuinely interested, (or “sympa”, as one of those French frogs would say). Transformed. Touchy. I would joke with them sometimes about whether it would be worth it to come to Berlin next time in a fucking tank. I got so drunk before some show in Kreuzberg that I confused the front of the stage with the back, as if I were a dyslexic.

Re: Owen Chadwick

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No More Sorry

What if we were all wrong? What if Thomas More was just a man who lost his nerve? And if he wasn't a Catholic? And Anne Boleyn a Gentile Jewess? How does this relate to the search for Elizabeth I's true father? As if any of this would've occurred to the paranoiac King Henry.. As if Psalm 46 wasn't a mischievous clue by the mysterious, ineffable and ever-elusive "Hand D"..

Created as a response to the American Constitution, Empire of the Senseless consists of three major chapters which can be read as opposing its core values “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness”. Beginning with ‘Elegy for the World of our Fathers’, Kathy Acker opens with a chapter based on ‘World of our Fathers' by Irving Howe. By means of this novel, which narrates the journey made by the East European Jews to America, she rewrites its tale into one of death.

The second main chapter, ‘Alone’ may be read as a metaphor for entrapment in its description of the love affair between Abhor and Thivai.

In the third chapter, her oppositional reading of the “pursuit of happiness” illustrates the self-destructive nature of Abhor and what I see as an interesting foreshadowing of Arabic transformations.

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