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Nov 4, 2011

Hellish Pain and Pleasure

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“The term sadomasochism finds its roots in the words sadism, meaning to enjoy inflicting pain, and masochism, meaning to enjoy pain being inflicted on oneself.”

The Cenobites in Barker’s story The Hellbound Heart are referred to as sadomasochistic beings.  Frank bought the metaphysical puzzle solely believing it would bring him pleasure.  He did not expect a journey through pleasure with an end in hell for all eternity.   His first encounter with the puzzle box brought him pleasure beyond his belief possible.  He could not pass up the opportunity to masturbate, possibly not realizing the pain and torture that would soon follow.

Julia carried such a lustful passion for Frank that she was willing to do anything.  Her one sexual experience with Frank impacted her so much she was willing to kill other people to bring Frank back from the dead.  He told her his ideas of them spending the rest of their lives together after she made him whole.  Julia thrived on the thought of bringing Frank
back and having him take her sexually.

When Frank is taken back to Hell by the Order of Gash, he takes pleasure in the tearing of his flesh.  Kirsty watched as his body began to tear apart and was disgusted by Frank’s crude sexual enjoyment.  She ran out of the room while he wagged his tongue at her.

While this was all shocking in the mid 1980’s, the art of body modification, piercing, tattoos, scars and branding has come a long way.  While not necessarily part of sexual gratification, it does have it place in the pain and pleasure realm.

Kaptive8

Kaptive8 Halloween performance on 10-29-11.

10 point modified coma.  Randomly cut 1 hook out at a time until we got to a 4 point
resurrection.

In air total time was 30 min.

 

Body Modification Ezine. http://www.bme.com/ 1994. 11/04/2011

I’ll stick to fishing,

~P.

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Nov 4, 2011

Hellbound Heart Recap

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A great read!

The novella’s plot was not a new writing concept.  It held the ever popular subjects of sex, money, murder and the occult.  I was repulsed by what I was reading in Barker’s story, yet so engrossed, I couldn’t set the book down.  The main character was Frank Cotton, “a sex
obsessed thrill seeker” who stops by to see Julia, his future sister-in-law for the first time.  This was the day before her wedding to Rory Cotton.  Frank and Julia felt an instant spark and fucked like wild animals.  Frank disappears, just like he appeared and Julie never sees him again.  Rory and Julia get married and about 8 years later move into Rory and Frank’s parent’s vacant house.

Rory was a bit of a “tool” because he never realized his wife had “jumped his brother” the way she had.  He adored “the whore” who in turn couldn’t get over her lust for his sexy, tight-bodied, brother.  Frank was at the house, waiting for the opportunity to once again make use his up-tight sister-in-law.  He had left his sperm in an explosive orgasm,
made possible by The Cenobites. The Cenobites were part of the “Theologians of the Order of the Gash” a sadistic cult of former humans.

Frank is “ripped to hell” with two meanings.  Literally torn to pieces by a sadomasochistic tower of bloody hooks and figuratively sent to hell to suffer for eternity.  Frank is a character you instantly hate.  He is greedy, evil and willing to risk his own life and others for his own sexual pleasure. His brother Rory is a character you love.  He was a good guy, worked hard and loved his wife.

It was Rory’s blood that ignited the very possibility of Frank returning to human form.  When his chisel slipped working in a back bedroom window, he gashed his hand open and bled heavily.  Frank’s sperm he had long ago deposited, absorbed the blood through the floor boards.  It gave him enough strength to whisper one word, “Julia.“

This takes place about halfway through Barker’s novella.  Julia is driven by her
sexual desire of Frank to hunt down men and murder them.  It was after Frank’s absorption of Julia’s victim that Kirsty becomes an important character of the plot.  Kirsty was a long friend of Rory’s, who appreciated his friendship but was deeply in love with him secretly.  Kirsty hated Julia with a passion, viewing her as a snob that never deserved Rory.  Kirsty interrupted Julia and Frank during their blood fest.  She was convinced by Julia to leave and believed Julia was cheating on Rory.

The next day, Kirsty spied on Julia and discovered the secret of Frank, now covered in blood and bandages, in the attic.  She had met Rory’s brother once before and remembered him when he said his name.  Frank tries to kill Kirsty but she escapes by
throwing the puzzle box through a window.  She wakes the next day in a hospital.

The puzzle box is given back to her and she begins solving it while in her room.  She accidentally summons the Cenobites and now is faced with certain death.  Kirsty
cried and begged for her life and the Lead Cenobite replied, “No tears, please.  It’s a waste of good suffering.” (Barker p. 136)  This was possibly the best line in the entire movie.  Kirsty manages to make a deal with the Cenobites to take them to Frank who had escaped hell.

The Cenobites “magically take” Kirsty to the Cotton residence.  There she encountered her friend Rory in terrible condition.  He tried to explain that he was injured in a horrible fight with Frank.  Trying to reassure her that all was well he said, “Come to Daddy.” (Barker,
p.151) and Kirsty realized it was Frank in Rory’s skin.  She gets Frank to admit his name and the Cenobites immediately set their hooks into his body.  The Cenobites tear his flesh to pieces as Kirsty is ordered to leave the house.  She hears Franks head hit the door as she exited. Kirsty survived her encounter with the Cenobites and keeps the wooden puzzle box, just in case she might need to use it someday.

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Nov 4, 2011

Caesarean born Hellraiser

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Clive Barker’s fascination with blood and terror all began at his childbirth.
He was a Caesarean birth and became stuck, upside down, nearly killing
his mother and self.  On October 5, 1952, Mrs. Joan Barker gave birth to a healthy baby boy, not far from Penny Lane in Liverpool, England.

Young Barker began his story-telling abilities at the age of two.  His father, Len Barker, and mother doted on their son and at the age of eight, encouraged him to perform
marionette puppet shows in their backyard. (Winter, p.10-13)

Early to recognize Barker’s exceptional talent was Norman Russell.  Russell was the assistant master of the English Department and Barker’s instructor and mentor in Quarry
Bank English.  Russell recalled saying “I can’t mark this paper” to Barker, who was fourteen at that time.  “You’ve moved into a realm where your writing
is a personal statement.” (Winter, p. 43-44)

Barker was an outgoing, student with an amazing following on campus.  His
art and theater productions pushed him into the spotlight, where he thrived.  By the time of his graduation, Barker had come “out of the closet” with his close friends.  In 1977, he and his boyfriend, John Gregson moved to London and Barker told his parents he was gay.  His parents were disappointed, but his mother said, “As long as Clive is all right, that’s all that matters.” (J. Barker, Winter, p.91)

Clive Barker, as a writer and a director, has the important key elements that lead to
success.  His sense of composition and pacing are not influenced by any one writer or director.  He describes his success with these words, “I enjoy the company of creative people (during filming).  It’s a different buzz from when you get to the end of the day and you’ve got 15 good pages (written).  That’s a private victory.  In films, the victory should be shared.” (Wooley, p. 41)  Clive’s success has been achieved slowly, gaining the respect of novelists and film producers.

Barker gained instant notoriety when Stephen King said, “I have seen the future of horror and its name is Clive Barker.”  This quote is published on the cover of Barker’s books and makes a connection to King fans.   (Winters, p. 153)  “The Hellbound Heart was not conceived as a template for a film.  It was an exorcism of his failed relationship
with Gregson.”  Their relationship ended in 1986.  In 1987, New World Pictures
committed 4.2 million dollars for the filming budget and The Hellbound Heart novella transforms into the film Clive Barker’s Hellraiser. (Winter, p.255-56)

Pattie Crider

Literature of Terror

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Nov 2, 2011

The Life of Others

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I have to write a paper for two classes about this film.  That means it’s also blog moment for me….

Thursday, October 27, 2011, the film The Lives of Others was presented as the first movie in a series, sponsored by the Humanities department. The Humanities viewing room was nearly filled to full capacity to see this 2006, Oscar winning film.

Professor Mary Boldt introduced the movie and presented a slideshow explaining the Soviet-era split of East and West Germany, maps, lead characters, and her close
American friend’s “Statsi Records”.  That was an attention grabbing moment to me.

Statsi Records were the files the East German police gathered on anyone they believed could be a spy.  Boldt’s friend’s record was one page with maybe ten entries.  They documented her meeting with her German friends.  That was all she had to do to get a Statsi file.

The movie was set in 1984 in the city of East Berlin.   An agent of the Statsi police was ordered to conduct surveillance on a writer and his lover.  Georg was a writer and was deeply in love with his actress girlfriend, Christa-Maria.   Georg wanted to write about the high suicide of people who were “blackballed” from their writing or acting profession.  The Statsi officer, Weisler, learns many secrets while Georg’s apartment is wire-tapped.   He became increasingly absorbed by their lives and eventually rooting for the wrong team.

Georg was involved with sending information to West Germany and his story was
published.  Higher ranked Statsi police were furious when they realized Weisler must have been helping Georg by hiding his activities.  Georg didn’t know he had a silent partner allowing him to write his article and get it to West Germany safely.

Christa-Maria was a huge success in Germany performing in her boyfriend’s plays.  When the Germany Minister Hempf forced her into weekly sexual favors to keep her name off the blackball list, Weisler made sure Georg found out.  George convinced
Christa-Maria to refuse Hempf’s sexual demands and Hempf retaliated by having
her arrested for possession of illegal pills. Christa-Maria tells where Georg was hiding his typewriter so the Statsi police can have him arrested.

There is a wonderful twist to the plot that doesn’t end well for Christa-Maria.  George continues writing and eventually the wall separating East and West Germany come down.  After the wall is down, George is able to request his Statsi records.  He had no idea he was being watched at anytime through-out the movie.  His records arrived on a cart and he
eventually came to know who the secret police officer was that helped him get
his writing to West Germany.

I found the movie very entertaining.  Though it was not based on a true story, it was a simple story that could have been true.  Following the movie, Professor Boldt thanked and excused viewers who needed to leave.  A large group remained behind for the
question and answer session.  Professor Boldt was a wealth of information and eager to share her knowledge about Germany and the German language.

No Statsi File for me,

~P.

P.S. I found it strange that after spending that day in court defending my rights to write about my life, I had to watch a film about a writer doing the same.  I really connected to the movie.

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Oct 27, 2011

Dear John~creditors called

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Dear John,

I gave up on the Roman number titles.

A creditor called and wanted to talk to me (Well, Patricia Delauter) about the Visa cards that are way overdue.  They want to offer a settlement amount on the balance.  Remember the Platinum Visa cards.  The Marriott Platinum Visa cards?  One was in the company name and we used it for business.  The other card was for personal use, for both of us.  We each had our own card.

The last things purchased on those cards were

1. Ying

2. yearly Marriott Las Vegas Timeshare

3. Groceries

 

While I still have Ying and owe money on my hairless dog, you also still owe for Ying.  Half of Ying $600.

I can’t remember what the yearly fee was but I think about a grand on each.  We have two Vegas timeshares.  One wasn’t good enough and now one of in default.  The yearly payment covered your trip to Florida.  You Tesla, Kelly and her kids used that timeshare yet I am stuck with the damn bill?

Groceries were the ones I bought, the day I came back to give you another chance.  What a waste of time that was.

So now I am going back to homework.  The creditor appreciated me updating her on my inability to settle on this credit card.  She will call back in a month.  Not that I think they would ever forget to call.

So back to painting and I’ll see you in court my future ex-hubby.

~P.

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Oct 27, 2011

Stressful Morning

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I went to Spanish class this morning only because I had a test. The professora had multiple errors on the exam and on the answer sheet. I became so frustrated and overwhelmed I could not think or write in Spanish. As time ran out and I was the only student still writing my brain completely shut down. I had answers written on the exam and on the answer sheet.
Seriously, I could not focus. Even though I studied for a couple HOURS the night before, I know I did not do well.

All this stress and drama with court is hurting my grades. I can’t concentrate for shit with custody court happening this afternoon.

I went to my religions professor to tell her I wouldn’t be in class this afternoon because of court. I couldn’t hold back my tears and wound up crying in her office. Professor Shusko was very sympathetic and said “go ahead and cry. better to get it out now than later.”

I did get a grip finally and talked to another professor about Literature class. Dr. Seigal said not to worry about missing class today. He said to focus on court and no matter what happens, things will work out.

Bless the understanding professors at YCP!

Frustrated but hanging in,
~P.

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Oct 21, 2011

OK! Tell me already

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Here's your chance for a preview

Here’s your chance.  What do you want me to write about?  Fiction (ToadLicker), non-fiction (Beaver Hole)…..school stories The Spartan stuff, divorce (ughh drama), kid story (Telsa stuff), embarrassing friend stories (Spanish, art, Weiners??  short-stories, adult stories/poems, my own bizarre twisted thoughts without proof reading?

You tell me and I will write.  Or send me a question to answer.  Or a “first line of a story”

Hit me…I’m feeling creative.  Will credit suggestions unless you want to be unknown.  Why is that?

I may regret this,

~P.

 

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Oct 20, 2011

In walked a Weiner

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Raybin spreading the weiner word


Just wrapped up my blog about the false fire alarm and the Fawn Grove home invasion and a hot dog walked into the Professional Writing Studio in the Humanities Building.

Tiffany Raybin, a senior majoring in Accounting had a message to spread. “The York College Bookstore now has a roller grill with hot dogs and breakfast tornados. There is also a combo deal.”

I snapped a picture of Tiffany and as she exited the studio she also added, “I get paid to do this” and headed to her next destination.

Bookstore Weiner,
~P.

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Oct 20, 2011

What is going on in Fawn Grove?

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Where were you at 1:30 AM? I was sleeping and so was the Cooper Family.

How about 8:20 this morning? I was headed to Spanish Class when traffic came to a complete stop. I could see all the fire engines racing to the scene. Within minutes the entire area in front of me was surrounded by fire engines, police officers and volunteer firefighters. EMS was on scene and people had begun to gather.

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I parked at the CVS on Route 74 and headed towards the center of the scene. The first person I ran into directed me to a police officer he had already spoken to. He walked with me, over to the police car #18 and said to the officer, “She’s with the press, I didn’t think you would mind telling her what’s going on around here.” He indicated more was going on than just what turned out to be a false alarm. ‘Smoke was detected. They called for help and we came.”

They came to help in time of a crisis. A personal crisis that threatened the safety of the people inside the house. And help came. York Township Fire Department, Dallastown Fire Department and more. The people we count on when we have a crisis.

The officer mentioned there had been a home invasion in Fawn Grove. A masked man entered 3 Park Dr with a gun and shot the home owner during a struggle. That is almost unimaginable. The Cooper family had the unimaginable happen. Mr. Cooper is in stable condition.

On another good note, no one was injured and no ones property went up in flames. Breathe a sigh of relief.

Also be thankful no exotic animals were released.

Bullets were cheaper, smarter and the appropriate weapon to use on roaming exotic animals.

Missed Spanish Class,

~P.

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Oct 19, 2011

Blue in the face

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A self portrait of pain

I’ve been holding my breath for so long.

My skin is shades of blue.

One eye always watching.

My mole now black.

One ear is listening.

My lips sewn shut.

Laced by hemp.

I strain against the binding.

Opening my lips to free the pain.

My head now cleared.

I nurture the thoughts that caused the pain.

My ear is open, my eye never blinks.

I can’t be silenced.

So in my head, I will hold the problem, but no solution.

A copy of your birthday blog.

Sorry it hurt your feelings.

Sorry you feel the need to take me to court over it.

Sorry it was just a picture and I hadn’t actually baked it.

Sorry I didn’t share birthday cake with Tesla on your birthday. 

Sorry it never freaking occurred to me to bake a cake, for your birthday.

It did occur to me to write you a birthday blog.

It didn’t turn out exactly how I planned it.

But it has inspired me artistically.

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Clay, acrylic paint 10/19/2011  NFS

ROFLMAO,

~P.

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