Dear Zaire (2)
I thought you had forgotten me.
And now I have made you wait so long, I imagine you thought that I had forgotten you. Do you know the difference between poetry and philosophy? They both emanate from the loins, true; but one is expressed through the mouth, which is the filthiest part of the body.
I am interested in your disdain for the farting in 120 Days of Sodom. The word that you used was “immature.” Explore that feeling. Why and how does it offend you, and which part does it offend — your maturity, self-respect, libido? Does it embarrass you? Do you associate it with comedy for imbeciles?
Once you have routed that, investigate its origins. Find the fear hidden beneath the disdain. Were you reprimanded as a child for using the word “fart,” for example; or if you are so attached to your organ that you take offense at any crinkle in its erect posture, why does this loss of arousal so trouble you? Investigate and explain it to me.
Still, this is elementary. Must I lead you by the head to the deeper waters? If you aren’t going to sensitively engage with the texts or myself, you’ll find yourself at forty too dulled to bother stepping out for a blood moon. And at that point, my dear, you may as well be dead.
The cameras are mandatory. And I might add that one of them should go in the…
