Wednesday, November 17, 2010
I SEE PENIS: BEAM OF LIGHT
When I think of a beam of light I normally think of God, ET, maybe if I'm pressed, Madonna. I rarely think: penis. Dick=Ray makes sense though . . . "The penetrating light" etc. Its the way in which God/ET/Madonna impregnate us with the power of their presence, which is all good sex can ever really hope to accomplish: the temporal collision of two or more present bodies (and sometimes maybe a baby, but that's another story).
Light (which gives us sight) is also about "strangeness". Light provides a sensory interface that allows us to engage the sociality of otherness. . . Sex takes this "otherness" and magnifies it to the extreme: I WANT this "other body", I WANT to be inside this "other body", I WANT this "other body" to be inside me, but the merger never happens-- the cessation of desire never occurs. Desire is present, broken, unaccomplished and unfulfilled. Even with reproduction, fucking fails to produce a complete merger of two disparate and alienated halves, but rather creates a completely new "other", separate and distinct from the two "halves" which temporarily combined to create it. Three people are alienated from each other rather than two.
Kate Bush gets it. A blog reader passed along this video of "The Dreaming" after my Wuthering Heights post. The laser beam makes an appearance about 3/4 the way through the video. . . Are they jacking the laser? Wank the light fantastic? . . . Gives a whole new meaning to "Charge of the Light Brigade" (also an INCREDIBLE film if you haven't seen it).