Maybe I have been distracted. I have taken a little turn down the path of pornography. There is a fight to be had here, but I am not sure I have the energy to fight it. When I think of my own pornographic writing I know that I am aiming towards the stars. My heroes are the great guns. The Story of the Eye as the pinnacle of success, Anais Nin sidling in behind, The Story of O and yes, despite my personal preferences, I have an admiration for Sade.
I watch a documentary about perversion in film and I realise there are things I haven't seen. These movies that may add to my armory of perverse stories. I have not seen Shortbus, but it seems that perhaps this film and my work will be easy bedfellows. I already have a love of Catherine Breillat. I have not seen so much of the cannon. And even though there are Australian stories I need to explore, I think I find my work eases towards the European cannon.
It has been so long since I have read wonderful literature. My reading has been focused and full of non fiction. I feel that I am drying up from lack of story. I am not sure where any of this is going. It is a slippery spider. I can feel it crawling out from the site of my reading. Perhaps the films can fill the gap for now. Shortbus for one and then the cannon, the perverse films, like the literature, corrupting our morality one country at a time.