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Sunday, December 11, 2011

Breaking Dawn:Reading Bella's Change Through Nietzsche And The Ecstasy Of St. Teresa

You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame: how else could you become new, if you had not first become ashes? - Thus Spake Zarathustra

Stephenie Meyer wrote Bella's change scene in thrilling, frighteningly seductive, seductively frightening language. Following Baudrillard  she is not the authorial subject describing it to the reader. No, the reader is the object where all the power, interpretation, resonances and emotions lie. Meyer has thrown the challenge to the reader, the literate reader, who seems non-existent, reading the Twilight books.

For the first time, with the dimming shadows and limiting weakness 
of humanity taken off my eyes, I saw his face.
I gasped and then struggled with my vocabulary, 
unable to find the right words.
I needed better words.

Bella Cullen, Breaking Dawn

Bernini's Ecstasy of St. Teresa
The wiki link describes the sexually erotic aspect of St. Teresa's Ecstasy
All mystics, and Saint Teresa as much as any of them, complain of a want of new words (nuevas palabras) with which to praise the works of god as they experience these in spirit. (LITWW p. 161)

To die of not being able to die - Saint Teresa 

The screenwriter Melissa Rosenberg, the director Bill Condon, and the Scummit suits are completely unaware of any resonances in the novel or in any of the scenes. Just nope nope nope from the 3 dopes. Bella's internal change is shown through blood red CGI of venom slooshing through her veins and Bella is shown lying on a slab lab table, like an insect with a pin through it, wearing an ugly short blue dress, with her legs parted like the proper specimen, her arms at her sides, shot from above for a bird's eye view. Very very clinical and informative, eh?

How did producer Stephenie Meyer permit this? Does she have no integrity concerning her work? Maybe it's the green stuff - $$$$$$$$$? Is she unconscious about the real power of her work? Mebbe.

Meyer has been clear all along in her writing that Bella is a mystic. All reviews, discussions, arguing, defending, criticizing her have been in the clinical psychological camp. That is not where she belongs. Bella is in the Order of Seduction, not the Order of Production and this is where all the difficulty begins. The films are primarily in the Order of Production and Bella swaying down the aisle in her $30,000 wedding dress designed for provocative back interest with its curved cut out, is for the audience of males who have come with their wives, daughters, girl friends, sisters, mothers, etc. to watch Kristen Stewart undulate down the aisle.  

I'm not even gonna go there to discuss the birth scene, the wolves and the rest of the mess.

This is the dirty, nasty, cynical secret of the movie. It is also very boring.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Rob Pattinson - Hand and Finger Porn - A Fangirl Obsession

    from tumbler
    Rob Pattinson's Hands and Fingers

Jazz_Girl left a comment
My obsession with Rob's hands just endured yet another explosion.  The image of his fingers flying across a piano keyboard is enough to leave me a babbling mess.  Don't even get me started on what the image of the man with a guitar does to me. Now I have to add to that the image of those massive hands and extraordinary fingers gliding up and down the neck of a cello.  I had heard rumours that he played cello, but hadn't ever seen anything confirming it from him.  

And then you add in the image of him teaching a 4 year old to play...

And, I'm done.
  • 4 hours ago
  • ROBsessed™ - Addicted to Robert Pattinson: Robert Pattinson talks about sex, love, music, Breaking Dawn and MORE
    At the above there are  body part pics of fangirl sexual fetishes and you can even VOTE for which body part you like the best! Golly Gee!

    jazz girl is not alone in her obsession as witness the collage above of his hands and fingers. Parts of his body, perhaps all parts, have become sexual fetishes. Then take the separate sexual fetishes and put them back together until you have the body whole again, and you have a person/object who is himself a Sexual Fetish. We have not seen the likes of this - jouissance -  since Monroe and Bardot. This is the new femme hallucinated masculine version of the male hallucinated femme fatale, as suggested by Jean Baudrillard. And just in time too.

    You want hand and finger porn? 

    Here it is by a master of literature: Witold Gombrowicz in his Cosmos:

    ....I could not very well stare into the man's eyes, so my passionate and pretty revolting conjectures had to be based exlusively on inspection of his hand resting on the table opposite me, near hers. The hand was long and well cared-for, and his fingers and short-cut nails were not displeasing. I examined it, with growing fury at having to try to discover its erotic possibilities as if I had been Lena.

    Cosmos - Witold Gombrowicz at Amazon
    I discovered nothing at all. It appeared to be a perfectly decent hand, but what did appearances signify? Everything depended on the way he touched her, and I could very well imagine his touching her decently, or indecently, or passionately, brutally and furiously, or simply conjugally. But I discovered nothing at all, absolutely nothing whatever for why should not ordinary, well shaped hands touch each other in abnormal or even disgusting fashion, how could one tell? It was hard to believe that a healthy decent hand could commit extreme indecencies, but it was sufficient to imagine that it might , and that might made the indecency the greater. And if I was totally unable to find out anything whatever from their hands, what was I to think about individuals further in the background, where I was afraid of even looking? I knew that if he so much as secretly and surreptitiously linked his little finger with hers it would be sufficient to turn both of them into supremely dissolute personalities, .... (C p. 23)

    Now this is WRITING!

  • LoisadaCollapse
    How a propos. Thank you for the rec to A Garment of Brightness:

    But instead I sit down and pick up the paper and start to pry it open. It's folded like a spiral, or a rose, with the corner of each petal tucked under the one right next to it. This kind of intricate folding work needs slender fingers. Like a girl's. Or like Edward's. Not that I actually ever saw his fingers. They were hidden in tightly clenched fists. But from the finely wrought contours of his knuckles and wrists, I could infer. Edward Beaux-mains.I can't help imagining Edward's fingers touching the paper, creasing and coaxing it into this spiral-flower-coin shape. Opening it petal by petal, my fingers are touching the same paper. I feel as if my fingertips and his are brushing each other.