I had been intending to leave “Cries of Pleasure” out of my blog. I wanted to focus on the (to me) buddhist-influenced sphere of anime. But in true Piscean fashion, my subconscious has taken me in the opposite direction (I think it’s signficant that in La Piscine the villain is identified as a Pisces with Aquarius rising).
I’m really dazzled by the clarity of this arc so I’m marking it and I’m going to keep analyzing it for a while. I can’t get to the depth of it immediately but I’m going to start outlining the elements.
Jess Franco movies are about the objectification of the female image, this experience that is somehow necessary in the imagination of the human race, and lies somewhere deep in the subconscious foundations of our psychic response to film.
My interest in Jane Birkin as a cultural icon is deeply influenced by this factor.
This collision is the product of my earlier declaration that Satellizer El Bridge is my waifu, that she “is” Genvieve, the female spirit presence I’ve felt in my life for decades.
So just as my ZZ Top girls told me weeks ago, we have gone straight down Jacob’s Ladder (qv. the Tim Robbins film) to the point of Saturnine delirium … something in this subconscious connection between all these layers of fantasy can be illuminated by continuing this blog.
This delirium, this confusion where the dark control of women causes our imaginations to run wild, I call “fascination”, based on the Latin root, “fasces”, a symbol of totalitarian power.
And somewhere near this root of Fascination is the Door of Perception that can be cleansed, so that we can see the afterlife, where women exist as souls. Somehow, by understanding Fascination, we can understand the afterlife, which means Eternity.
Je traduis ça en français avec Google, parce que c’est vraiment cool de dire les choses en français. Ça donne un ton profond.
This is all related to the planet Saturn somehow. And I did almost die in a swimming pool when I was four years old. Or maybe I did die, and was resuscitated. I was saved by the Elevator Duck.
I have to have an oblique strategy here. You can’t directly reveal the mysteries of Saturn, you can only imply them at the event horizon. I was writing Harry Potter fanfic a few days ago and the AI had Hermione’s body glittering with Hawking radiation, like one of the “cold ones” from the Twilight novels.
And all of this is serving the project of my novels. I have to set the boundaries of inner and outer. And the question is, how does the force of spirit determine the appropriate boundaries for my fiction? Should I be writing anything at all, or am I just attached to it as a self-indulgent distraction from work I should be doing? I know that as I’m writing this, I’ve used the process of blogging to somehow change my understanding.
The movie “Eyes Wide Shut” is a keystone here, depicting the curvature of Binah somehow.
Another amazing Buffynicity. I had checked out Von Trier’s Antichrist from the library, and discovered that it could not be renewed because someone is waiting for it, so coincidentally had to get this movie starring Jane Birkin’s daughter finished this week. I just finished it, and it would go on at great length about it, but it’s midnight, it took the whole evening (with breaks for laundry).
In the movie, which was made in 2009, are three imaginary friends just like my ZZ Top girls. The wheel she puts in his leg (which also has a pole through it, as a combination of male and female) is a fixed earth torus. And I could go on and on here about the other symbolism but all I’m going to do now is repost what I wrote this very morning:
This delirium, this confusion where the dark control of women causes our imaginations to run wild, I call “fascination”, based on the Latin root, “fasces”, a symbol of totalitarian power.
And somewhere near this root of Fascination is the Door of Perception that can be cleansed, so that we can see the afterlife, where women exist as souls. Somehow, by understanding Fascination, we can understand the afterlife, which means Eternity.
This is all related to the planet Saturn somehow. And I did almost die in a swimming pool when I was four years old. Or maybe I did die, and was resuscitated. I was saved by the Elevator Duck.
And because Gainsbourg’s character lets her son die, I do have to wonder if she didn’t just let me go that time I almost drowned, and that is why my life is so supernatural – my ZZ Top girls brought me back.
I was going to write about time and women and Jane Birkin, hence the title, but I’ll have to save that for another night.
I tell you three times, you know it is true:
Ce délire, cette confusion où le contrôle obscur des femmes déchaîne notre imagination, je l’appelle « fascination », d’après la racine latine « fasces », symbole du pouvoir totalitaire.
Et quelque part près de cette racine de la fascination se trouve la Porte de la Perception, qui peut être purifiée, afin que nous puissions voir l’au-delà, où les femmes existent en tant qu’âmes. D’une certaine manière, en comprenant la fascination, nous pouvons comprendre l’au-delà, qui signifie l’Éternité.
Regnum Somniorum 