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Mysterium tremendum et fascinans
that stomach- flipping mix of awestruck fear and entrancing fascination.
Chinese porcelain was popular, too. The word comes from the Italian for a cowrie shell; literally, porcellana was a 'little pig', and the connection seems grounded in the glossy shell's resemblance either to a pig's back or to a sow's glisteningly crinkled vagina.35
Of all the named structures within the abdomen and the chest, those associated with reproduction retained the mysteries of their willful behavior long after others had been solved to the satisfaction of physicians and philosophers.
Mephistopholese: But we, more cunning in our cares,
Must take our joys before they fade.
It's shrinkage! Hasn't she heard of shrinkage? -George Costanza, Seinfeld
Ennui, the parent of expensive and ruinous vices.
...grief.
If you eat too much of it, you want more, you can never get enough.
I cannot name this, I cannot explain this, and I really don't want to so just call me shameless.
diseases of an unromantic sort,
The patient in question was a young woman whose parents brought her in because she complained incessantly of stomach pains. Freud diagnosed her with hysteria. A few months later, she died of abdominal cancer.
The tyranny of the living body.
Listen -- those cells are at it again.
Gossiping.
Her veins are singing.
Belting out gospel and disco. Amazing Grace.
And her tired mind
says hush. Enough is enough.
The excessively but not necessarily lycanthropically hirsute
The defect which one period of life fastens upon us, another will remove.
Hunger never being fed makes cracks in the brain.
The fatal poison of irresponsible power.
After a moment of shrinking back, we domesticate the grotesque.
A sickness ... defines margins, crystallizes the shape of things.
A squalid phantasmagoria of breath
discombobulation
That parasite: the past.
Choking the gopher. What'd you think I'd do, my homework?
Siry answered with one simple, shattering word. Veelox.
Amor deliria nervosa. The deadliest of all deadly things.
Gossip has been described as halitosis of the mind.
Testosterone poisoning,
What else is death but the refusal any longer to grow and suffer change?
suppressed hysteria.
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
Organs crawl like aphids upon the immobile motor of becoming
Was this an old disease, and, if so, which one? If it was new, what did that say about the state of medical knowledge? And in any case, how could physicians make sense of it?
The body politic: the slow agonizing death of demarcation & the quick Caesarian section birth of chaos.
It sounds kind of farfetched, yet I can't tell you how many people have had this syndrome ... the 'Old Hag Syndrome.' Apparently, there's this little old lady who comes into your room at night, sits on your chest and tries to suffocate you. You can Google her - she'll pop up. She's out there.
It was the kind of blind, gulping, insensate greed that you associate with some milk-eyed creature in a volcanic fissure at the bottom of the Marianas Trench-an organism with no understanding of the existence, let alone the feelings, of other members of the ecosystem.
What's it called when a hellhole hits a cataclysm? A catastro[phrack]. I just coined that, didn't I?
The Lady takes most mortals unto her bosom by maladies of the colon."
"Death by constipation?
malady of reverie.
Thanatos, Arthur would have called it. The heart's desire for death.
Just as the blurring between childhood and adulthood has produced the kidult, so the stretching of middle into old age has fostered another peculiar chimera: septuagenarians with apoptosis sporting the depeche mode.
DIGESTION, n. The conversion of victuals into virtues. When the process is imperfect, vices are evolved instead - a circumstance from which that wicked writer, Dr. Jeremiah Blenn, infers that the ladies are the greater sufferers from dyspepsia.
gratuitous masturbation
of the
psyche.
The steady pressure to consume, absorb, participate, receive, by eye, ear, mouth, and mail involves a cruelty to intestines, blood pressure, and psyche unparalleled in history.
I flip off Pigpen. He suggests something anatomically impossible, and as the familiar ribbing begins[--}
He has a reptile dysfunction.
Some call it Down's Syndrome
I call it Up's Syndrome.
Cat piss and porcupines!
Cocooning: The need to protect oneself from the harsh, unpredictable realities of the outside world.
Junkies find veins in their toes when the veins in their arms collapse. Developing tars sands is the equivalent.
They called it the bamboo-shoot existence, the onion life, every layer you peeled away made you cry more, and even if you could find the food you couldn't get it home because dysentery was breeding in the street mud and you might trail it back to your family.
It's a vicious cycle. It's like a washing machine with the lid jammed down. -Christina Kratovac (pg 53)
I grow gnomic. It is the last phase.
This disease of curiosity.
What would Munchausen do?
PIE, n. An advance agent of the reaper whose name is Indigestion.
He calls it speleogenesis by elephants - the creation of a cave by elephants.
A mild attack of apoplexy may be called death's retaining fee.
Sickness seizes the body from bad ventilation.
Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves.
It hungers, always.
It takes shape after shape as its own, and each body it puts on is as hungry as the last.
The old is dying and the new cannot be born. In this interregnum there arises a great diversity of morbid symptoms.
In 1985, I saw a tape of myself where my eyes were puffy. I looked very tired and bedraggled and not as youthful as I would like to have been.
Sometimes I became so permeable, so porous, that I would absorb too much, until a valve yielded, and everything rushed out in a quick drain.
porcini-asparagus
This little piggy went to Hades
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy ate raw and steaming human flesh
This little piggy violated virgins
And this little piggy clambered over a heap of dead bodies to get to the top
Wherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these.
The obese is in a total delirium. For he is not only large, of a size opposed to normal morphology: he is larger than large. He no longer makes sense in some distinctive opposition, but in his excess, his redundancy.
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
a gradual leaking away of all conviction
The mass are animal, in pupilage, and near chimpanzee.
Malady of mortality
I'm human, It's a terminal condition
A disease which new and obscure to you, Doctor, will be known only after death; and even then not without an autopsy will you examine it with exacting pains. But rare are those among the extremely busy clinicians who are willing or capable of doing this correctly.
I had an abnormal heart, the kind that stretched like a rubber-band and weakened with every tug I allowed someone to have
All the small squalors of the body, known only to oneself, insignificant in youth, easily dismissed, in old age became dominant and entered into fulfilment of the tyranny they had always threatened.
Before you attack the porcupine, think of its quills!
Where the strong are weak, and the noble all too mild - there it builds its disgusting nest: the parasite lives where the great have small wounded recesses.
I have never described this to you before, not so much, I don't think, from lack of truthfulness as that, just naturally, one is not going to explain to people at large that from time to time one vomits up a small rabbit.
metamorphosis is like death,
My parents had torn through my innocence and left me with a tar-like substance that was corrupting what was left of me. I could feel it at night; slithering and curling around my soul as it slowly devoured me. It was draining my energy and replacing it with an evil I was afraid to confront.
A lifetime of cannibal hatred
Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: It's four o clock. At five I have my abyss ...
Cancer - a more or less permanent traffic jam in the body.
Fabulosity. It's a state of being.
A morbid propensity that causes great suffering in domestic life is often curiously infectious to the very person for whom it creates most suffering.
SARCOPHAGUS, n. Among the Greeks a coffin which being made of a certain kind of carnivorous stone, had the peculiar property of devouring the body placed in it.
Lungs but could, conceivably, struggle along indefinitely
Foppery is never cured; it is the bad stamina of the mind, which, like those of the body, are never rectified; once a coxcomb always a coxcomb.
It is called in our schools 'beastliness', and this is about the best name for it ... should it become a habit it quickly destroys both health and spirits; he becomes feeble in body and mind, and often ends in a lunatic asylum.
Old age transfigures or fossilizes.
Cancer is a flaw in our growth, but this flaw is deeply entrenched in ourselves.
It is, of course, quite natural that a biologist whose attention had been aroused by noticing in his own case the phenomena of precocious old age should turn to study the causes of it.
I've always wanted to know what it was like to fuck a cult figure,' the Royal Porcupine said reflectively. He was lying on his mattress, watching me as I scrubbed the dog blood off my belly with a corner of his shirt, dipped in the toilet. He didn't have a sink. 'Well,
In indolent vacuity of thought.
The Nephelle Philosophy
Do you have any coffee?' ... 'It stunts my growth, and I'm afraid of death.
Ah, Caderousse,' said Andrea, 'how covetous you are! Two months ago you were dying with hunger.'
'The appetite grows by what it feeds on,' said Caderousse.
A creature cloistered now by deliberate choice and still in the throes of enforced apprenticeship to, rather than voluntary or even acquiescent participation in, breathing
Legions of grotesques sweep under his hand; for has not nature too her grotesques - the rent rock, the distorting lights of evening on lonely roads, the unveiled structure of man in the embryo, or the skeleton?
MAN 1: I'm hungry.
MAN 2: Me too. Hey, I found a rock with a snot in it. I was thinking of eating it.
MAN 1: Um, okay. Go ahead.
MAN 2: (slurps up the oyster)
MAN 1: What does it taste like?
MAN 2: Pneumonia.
Every age develops its own peculiar forms of pathology, which express in exaggerated form its underlying character structure.
Flee sloth; for the indolence of the soul is the decay of the body.