• Dream Machine [001]

    I had this weird dream one night last week where there was something wrong with my chest — I felt it, and so my teacher said, “Go to the hospital, a doctor,” and when I went to the hospital I saw a group of doctors standing in front of me, and I went forward, bent sightly over, with my hand over my chest, holding it carefully, with a wounded look on my face, and I felt a slight pain, no more than a papercut or a dull tiny cut, though, really. It was like I was tenderly holding my wound like an injured sparrow held cupped in my hands against my chest. I was afraid of showing it to the doctors, like you’re afraid of opening your mouth for the dentist when you’re a child. I imagined, from outside me, I saw an image of myself with a big hole in my chest, punched right through the rib cage, right in the center, with my heart missing and only destroyed tissue there. (In true dream fashion, it was right in the center, not slightly off to the left, because I don’t think my subconscious takes note of these details.) But when I pulled my hands away and finally showed the doctors, it transformed into, or turned out to be, only a small wound near my collarbone, on my right side, that was thick and dark with blood already like a clotted rope.

  • The Fleshly Mirror


    Down the Primrose by Victoria Reynolds

    A few more of Victoria Reynolds’ meat-depicting oil paintings can be here.

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  • Takashi Miike’s "Imprint"

    An hour-long surreal horror film called “Imprint” is Takashi Miike’s contribution to the Masters of Horror series. It takes place (vaguely) in 19th-century Japan, but everything is spoken in English, and it’s very sort of ahistorical; it’s much more about a modern aesthetic interpretation of the times that the story takes place in rather than any real historical basis. Based on a traditional Japanese ghost story, an older American man travels to an island, where a brothel is kept, in search of his long-lost love, Komomo, who he promised he would take away one day long ago. Once there, he meets a disfigured/beautiful prostitute who tells him the story of (and many lies about) her life and Komomo’s. The girl’s appearance/disfigurement reminds me a bit of Yotsuya Kaidan, one of my favorite ghost stories.

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