Monday, May 23, 2011

Not singing with my sinuses...

I've been awake and up since 2.30 am drinking hot tea with honey to attempt to combat my runny nose, sinusitis and general inability to sleep. I'm finding it a lot easier to cope with being upright, but know that very, very soon I'm going to get incredibly tired and have to head off to bed again.
As I sit here at the computer I ask myself things like, why did I miss the Lady Gaga concert apparently screened on Australian TV - I would have like to have seen it?
Why don't I feel cold (oh! it's already 12 degrees, that's probably why)?
Why is The Human Centipede (Tom Six, 2010) not being released in Australia? Is it because it's a horror film about humans who have been sewn together mouth to ass so that they form a human centipede? Is it because it's one of the few films that actually addresses the excesses associated with biological modification and the extremes that some scientists go to to create 'new life' in the laboratory.
What a grotesque state of affairs to be part of this human train in which one person shits and the other swallows it and in turn shits it out into another mouth. Is it just me or does this happen to some people day after day? I'm talking metaphorically, not literally!
Perhaps the film's not horror at all but comedy or something else entirely?
It is really so sad and dangerous to be fed up with seeing with your eyes, breathing with your lungs, swallowing with your mouth, talking with your tongue, thinking with your brain, having an anus and larynx, head and legs? Why not walk on your head, sing with your sinuses...(Deleuze, Gilles, and FĂ©lix Guattari. A Thousand Plateaus:Capitalism and Schizophrenia. Trans. Brian Massumi. Minneapolis: U of Minnesota P, 1987.)
Anyway, this person for one is not singing with her sinuses, she's tired, very tired and almost ready to hit the pillow again. Hope I can sleep.

1 comment:

  1. Update: I went back to bed at 3.45 am and still couldn't sleep so got up again at around 5.30. I've been looking at reviews of The Human Centipede and really anything you can imagine based on the scenario presented has got to be more terrifying than images in the film, which screams out for a feminist reading because the first segment of the centipede, who can eat and speak and breath properly is male and the next two segments - anus to mouth are female. It's nearly 8am so I'm going back to bed again since I've only had about 4 hours sleep.Oh! the horror of it all.

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