{"id":16096,"date":"2020-04-09T17:10:57","date_gmt":"2020-04-09T16:10:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.eyeplug.net\/magazine\/?p=16096"},"modified":"2023-09-17T13:42:27","modified_gmt":"2023-09-17T12:42:27","slug":"sex-as-art-by-david-erdos","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.eyeplug.net\/magazine\/sex-as-art-by-david-erdos\/","title":{"rendered":"Sex as Art by David Erdos"},"content":{"rendered":"
This entry is part 1 of 1 in the series David Erdos Writes<\/a><\/div><\/div><\/div>

Cold Lips seal their kiss with a Richard Cabut\u2019s debut Novella;
\nA Psychic scream, punk rock ravaged, from the base of the soul
\nTo scarred streets. In which its \u2018wastrel\u2019 protagonist, Ray,
\nSwathed in spunk, blood and sputum uses porn as a weapon<\/p>\n

To spear and confront love\u2019s defeats. From first fired page to emotive last,
\nThe heat filters. Broken then burned, Ray\u2019s desire is frustration\u2019s catalogue,
\nFolded, sold. From boy into man and back again through surrender,
\nAs tears meet the tissue, youth\u2019s soon jaded gaze becomes old. <\/p>\n

Ray, wakes, stumbles, shakes having drank his fill of abandon.
\nCabut\u2019s book apes De Quincey in some lost London room,
\nThick with void. As he tries to survive the bland day, lessons from the past
\nSeek to claim him; the malign bully who shames him, <\/p>\n

Along with the daily abuse dark enjoys. Urban Pulp. Cocaine Blues.
\nThat slice of life most fall to prey to, when the beautiful people grow tarnished
\nThey leave patterns of Ray on their wall. Ray seems to know this and blogs
\nAbout the miasma he peers through, like an East End Henry Rollins, <\/p>\n

Headbanging his heart through the wall. Ray is in his 20s but shot
\nWith middle aged ammunition, his musician mates discuss music
\nWithout ever contributing a chord. They have already reached the end of the road,
\nSo seek to create their own landscape, with drugs and porn as black rivers <\/p>\n

Sinking excalibur\u2019s hope coloured sword.<\/p>\n

Why marry? Why try? Better Cabut says to just barter;
\n\u2018The more toxic the hangover the more evil the images needed to address it..\u2019 <\/p>\n

Arrive,<\/p>\n

And so he details each thought, certainly in his opening chapter,<\/p>\n

Dismebowelling Ray\u2019s days and habits, along with his vision,
\nSmeared by origins and a familiar form of half life. <\/p>\n

An Anal BDSM orgy online is a kind of deodorant to him.
\nThis is not just a man for whom wanking provides the thought and form <\/p>\n

Of escape. For Ray\u2019s river runs deep as he represents how we\u2019ve fallen,
\nEach individual trapped by the body that society spurns, as its shaped.<\/p>\n

Every day starts with a wank as the \u2018flacid penis\u2019 receives \u2018tremour\u2019.
\nRays\u2019 prick, an antennae for a darkened age on the rise,
\nOr rather, the fall as he probes every further,
\nExtracting the pleasure (and treasure) from everyone\u2019s taboo exercise.<\/p>\n

As Ray is caught in the act by his intransient girlfriend,
\nWho passes in and out like a shadow in an already shadow draped flat,
\nHis anxiety flares, but he is not freed from Prick Prison.
\nHis own hand commands him to defend his dulled dreams from attack. <\/p>\n

This is a comment, its clear on the growing detachment of people.
\nEven those we love become strangers when do not understand our full need
\nWhich is to commit to and search for every new desperate idol
\nBy which to measure indulgence and submersion too, as it feeds,<\/p>\n

On what? Not a soul. That has been seeping for ever.
\nMillie Radakovic \u2018s cover image shows a leaking white stream at the mouth.
\nThis could be soul, spit or cum, and considered this way rivers pages
\nThat are already full with the fluid that in granting life soon runs out.<\/p>\n

The book honours the black sparrow press, with more than a touch
\nOf Bukowski, its smooth design from Anne-Cathrin Saure, and cool Berlin feel
\nDraw you in. It is an experience through the hand of what its subject is doing,
\nAnd a path between pages and the immediacy of your skin.<\/p>\n

Cabut stems from Punk and as old punks age that first music
\nLoses some of its power and all of the stance that once shocked,
\nAs its survivors both thrive and fade those who started there find fresh sources
\nWith which to convey punk\u2019s primed power and let the roll of time<\/p>\n

Glaze the rock. So this is a book that stains hands as they hold and turn
\nThose smooth pages. As Cold Lip\u2019s first publication it makes Punk\u2019s primal pose
\nHoldable. Suddenly all the rage and all of that prepossession, is delivered again
\nTo the devil, which is, as part of us all, malleable. We shape what we need
\nFrom what we fear and desire as a way to contain our depression
\nAs well as our awe at the dark. As does this bitter book, that bites the hand
\nMoving for it. The Cold Lips kiss is instructive. As it seals and soothes, <\/p>\n

Trace its mark.<\/p>\n

\u2018Happiness isn\u2019t a state.. Its an activity..\u2019 <\/p>\n

Cabut tells us. <\/p>\n

And so it proves: wanking\u2019s writing.<\/p>\n

The pen is a penis,
\nAnd a vagina too.<\/p>\n

Sex as art.<\/p>\n

Cold lips publisher Kirsty Allison by Ronnie Randall
\nImage by Ronnie Randall
\nhttps:\/\/coldlips.co.uk\/<\/p>\n

David Erdos 13th July 2019<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This entry is part 1 of 1 in the series David Erdos Writes<\/a><\/div><\/div><\/div>

Cold Lips seal their kiss with a Richard Cabut\u2019s debut Novella; A Psychic scream, punk rock ravaged, from the base of the soul To scarred streets. In which its \u2018wastrel\u2019 protagonist, Ray, Swathed in spunk, blood and sputum uses porn as a weapon To spear and confront love\u2019s defeats. From first fired page to emotive …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":43,"featured_media":12507,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[56,94,67,60,128,69,106,59,96],"tags":[1501,1502,1500],"series":[1499],"class_list":["post-16096","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-articles","category-cult","category-culture","category-eyeplugs","category-hot-plugs","category-literature","category-picks","category-rants","category-taboo","tag-international-times","tag-poems","tag-david-erdos","series-david-erdos-writes"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.eyeplug.net\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16096","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.eyeplug.net\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.eyeplug.net\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.eyeplug.net\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/43"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.eyeplug.net\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16096"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.eyeplug.net\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16096\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16098,"href":"https:\/\/www.eyeplug.net\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16096\/revisions\/16098"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.eyeplug.net\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/12507"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.eyeplug.net\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16096"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.eyeplug.net\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16096"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.eyeplug.net\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16096"},{"taxonomy":"series","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.eyeplug.net\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/series?post=16096"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}