Friday, October 5, 2007

~ The Pastilles of Cantharides

I am in the supermarket, regarding the long aisle of breakfast cereals. How long have I been here? I am unsure. But I am nearly certain I was also here last night, standing in this exact same place. Evidence: a gouged out box of nutri-grain on the coffee table at home.

I feel myself slipping into a trance state. I stare at the vast tableau of cereals and meditate upon them, seeking their essence. I observe that they are arranged by wholesomeness. On one end lie the froot loops, coco pops, then all the many gradations through to oats and muesli.,

Suddenly, I notice something out of place in this careful arrangement. One comes to the vita brits, the weet bix and then.... the crunchy nut cornflakes - a product no sane person could claim to be healthier than wheat biscuits.

I suspect this is not an innocent mistake, knowing that the shelves of supermarkets are disputed territories, that space is fought for, and paid for, by the food corporations. I believe that this minutely controlled display is attempting to convince me, subliminally, that crunchy nut cornflakes are not just another of the junk food cereals, but may be fed guiltlessly to my family - that they are, indeed, better for you than weet bix.

On my way home - another box of nutri-grain in my possession - I begin to doubt myself. Could the Food Moguls really be that subtle? Was the aisle really designed so cunningly? Then I wonder if I am being paranoid? Then I recall a quote from the movie Strange Days:

"Paranoia is just reality at a finer definition.'


The play is improving. People are relaxing into their roles. I had a few moments of sheer enjoyment.

Really, I am very lucky to have this opportunity to pout and pose. I can behave as grotesquely as I like, without the pressures one experiences in a more serious production. This one is fun, nothing more, nothing less.

There was a terrific vibe afterwards, though the audience was smaller than on opening night. I had some interesting and bizarre conversations. One with a photographer named Bret, who caught my attention with a line something like - 'I have to say, I thought your acting was absolutely fantastic'. Who am I to question his sincerity? He took some wonderful photos, some of which I'll display here, if I can. They look like stills from a Ziggy Stardust concert.

Also a fellow named Shea, an artist who has worked on Neil Gaiman's Sandman comics. And Kylie, who introduced me to concept which will disturb and sicken me till the day I die. A friend of hers was given to visiting the whores with all manner of offbeat requests. The strangest of his perversions involved flatulence. He would feed the women various foodstuffs - Kylie was vague on this. I imagined cabbages, onions; she mentioned lollies - then wait for their digestive processes to almost conclude. At this point, he would encourage them to fart and, burying his face deep in their buttocks, he would savour the diverse aromas.

The Marquis de Sade would feed women pastilles containing Spanish Fly in order to induce flatulence, but I don't know whether he went so far as to categorise and compare, as this thing of darkness apparently did.


Below are the photos I spoke of in the post entitled Doppelganger! Handsome devil ... The female is Mary Ellen Hill, sister of Allanah.

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Anonymous said...

Yuuuuuk! Thanks for sharing that Sam, I shouldn't have read this so close to dinner time, flatulence fetish, ha ha, god that made me laugh and CRINGE!!!
Nice pics, it looks like you two are up to no good!!
Take care.
Love Amanda
P.S. Don't let the cereal get ya down, man :)

Anonymous said...

Hey Sam, I just realised that's NOT you in those pics, he's too young, but that's how I remember you looking in Beargarden!! Wow, are you sure this aint Sam Junior???? (ha ha, just kidding!)
Thanks for that info on the Beargarden reissues too. Were you in a band called The Ears? I remember having a vinyl 12" single. It was a white cover with a very 80's looking print of you I think? Just wondering.
Love Amanda

steve kilbey said...

good lord sam
isnt spanish fly an aphrodisiac?
are you really approving your comments before theyre printed?

Sam Sejavka said...

Indeed, the Ears it was. A band I remember more fondly than any other ...

Chris Boyd said...

Son of Sam, I am, I am! (Sorry... but the likeness is scary.)