So many descriptions of sex just don't quite hit the spot. Kinda like sex acts themselves. Many of us know how sex sounds and feels--but how do you re-present the experience of sex?
Like death, sex is largely ineffable. It is more than human; and so in many ways beyond our comprehension. So attempts to make sex speak often just sound plain silly...
(Or in the case of J. G. Ballard's Crash, deliberately disturbing in their repugnant and minute detail. Sex=smegma. That's all you need to know.)
But sometimes art equals the epiphany of really good sex. 'Love Triangle' by Australian experimental noise trip hop band HTRK is a totally immersive soundscape that penetrates, enfolds, envelops and obliterates precisely because of its minimalism.
Listen to the song. Read the words:
he on she on me
me on she on he
he on she on me
me on she on he
bermuda bermuda bermuda
tropical storms wash over me
So much in so little. Listening to this song is actually having the sex.
The first four lines are a full body massage of sounds and words that prep you for the literal climax:
bermuda bermuda bermuda
tropical storms wash over me
Exactly...this is 'erotic destruction'. What Catherine Waldby defines as 'the temporary, ecstatic confusions wrought upon the everyday sense of self by sexual pleasure...Destruction seems an appropriate term for these states because it captures both the tender violence and the terrors involved in sexual practice..., the kinds of violence this does to any sense of self as autonomous. Erotic pleasure arguably requires a kind of momentary annihilation or suspension of what normally counts as 'identity', the conscious, masterful, self-identical self,...lost in the 'little death' of orgasm (p. 266).'
And back...
bermuda bermuda bermuda
tropical storms wash over me
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