object of fancy, or, tupi or not tupi

Music: Psychedelic Furs: Talk Talk Talk In two weeks Armin Meiwes, a man convicted and sent to prison for eight years for cannibalism, will face retrial in Frankfurt. Back in 2003 Meiwes admitted to eating a man over the course of some months. He placed an ad on a number of Internet websites seeking another man who desired to be eaten. He weeded through "hundreds" of replies to focus on one man who, after writing a will acknowledging that he was dinner that night, went to Meiwes home. They cut off the victim's penis and flambéed it and tried to eat it. " “It was passable, but a little tough," Meiwes said of the dish. "It would have been better braised… and the wine, a Riesling was not at all correct, too sweet, lacking body, next time, perhaps a Pomeral.” Depending on the account, the victim either passed out from blood loss or drank a bottle of cough syrup and passed out, after which Meiwes hacked him up and froze his bits into a number of packages to be eaten over the coming months.

Of course, there's no mistaking where this man took his inspiration: while he claims to have had the fantasy of eating another man for some time, the final push was unquestionably the The Silence of the Lambs and its sequels, which feature a cannibalistic anti-hero who embodies social justice (in the scene of the feminine) by serving up the brains of assholes with a side of fava beans and with a nice Chianti; of course, Hannibal is rabidly heterosexual and, at least in Demme's first of the trilogy, justice rights deviance with the right deviance. In the "real life" version (which is merely an implosion of the scenes of fantasy), the penis is scripted as the organ of delicacy for all those obvious "phallic" reasons, and the men involved are 'mos. Whereas Demme's filmic fantasy is a cleverly nuanced retelling of the so-called Electra Complex, it's hard not to pull out Freud on the totem and incest taboo in order to suggest that the fantasy here is clearly Oedipal, whereupon these men, suffering from the social norms, are feasting on the father. It's like eating Moses, dig?

Now, if you've read this far I know I'm supposed to produce some pithy moral, like how G-dub is serving up Tony Blair, or how Saddamn is not going to eat (his) Western justice, or use this homosocial scene to explain why Melanie Klein was just plain wrong about the material breast in her theory of object relations, but I have to say in this one instance: DUDE! THIS GUY FLAMBAYED THIS OTHER GUY'S PENIS AND ATE IT WITH HIM! OH MY GOD! THAT'S SO FUCKED-UP!!!!

Meanwhile, I'm working on updating and inverting Oswaldo de Andrade's extended argument by analogy, replacing Brazil's colonization with scenes from the U.S. delicatessen.