
Tracey Emin
I Wonder About Your Smile
1998

Tracey Emin
I Wonder About Your Smile
1998


O For Your Scent – Judy Chicago

Carolee Schneemann, details from ABC–We Print Anything–In the Cardsm 1976, artist book with 158 note cards, photographs, and text

chris kraus from i love dick
lazz:
brian blanchfield, proxies.
Luce Irigaray—This Sex Which is Not One
Luce Irigaray—”When Our Lips Speak Together”
Carolyn Knapp–APPETITES: Why Women Want
Jade Sharma–Problems
Maggie Nelson—Bluets
Katherine Angel—Unmastered: A Book on Desire, Most Difficult to Tell
Helene Cixous–The Laugh of the Medusa
Charlotte Shane—”When Desire Goes Dark”
Jess Zimmerman—”Hunger Makes Me”
Kathy Acker–”-Desire: A Play in Two Parts”
Kathy Acker—Blood and Guts in High School
Dodie Bellamy–Cunt-Ups
Dodie Bellamy–The Letters of Mina Harker
Karen Volkman—Spar
Lucie Brock-Broido—Master Letters
Maurice Pialat—A Nos Amours

louise gluck, from “vespers” in The Wild Iris
The word ‘fleisch’, in German, provokes me to an involuntary shudder. In the English language, we make a fine distinction between flesh, which is usually alive and, typically, human; and meat, which is dead, inert, animal and intended for consumption. Substitute the word ‘flesh’ in the Anglican service of Holy Communion: ‘Take, eat, this is my meat which was given for you…’ and the sacred comestible becomes the offering of something less than, rather than more than, human. ‘Flesh’ in English carries with it a whole system of human connotations and the flesh of the Son of Man cannot be animalised into meat without an inharmonious confusion of meaning. But, because it is human, flesh is also ambiguous; we are adjured to shun the world, the flesh and the Devil. Fleshly delights are lewd distractions from the contemplation of higher, that is, of spiritual, things; the pleasures of the flesh are vulgar and unrefined, even with an element of beastliness about them, although flesh tints have the sumptuous succulence of peaches because flesh plus skin equals sensuality.
But, if flesh plus skin equals sensuality, then flesh minus skin equals meat. The skin has turrned into rind, or crackling; the garden of fleshly delights becomes a butcher’s shop, or Sweeney Todd’s kitchen. My flesh encounters your taste for meat. So much the worse for me.
