Fiancee of Thanatos
Joined: Aug. 2009
|Posted: Jan. 21 2010,12:35 am
I'm glad to see it "resurrected" too. (Ah, a thread about Death, brought back to life! A gentle irony, perhaps?) I've read some previous posts in the thread, and a passionate one (quoted here, below) inspired me to write a response having to do with my books...then it ended up going into much deeper -- and hopefully poetic -- thought.
|Quote (THE DARK ANGEL @ June 15 2004,7:57pm)|
|Â Many of you may live in "death's closet"... so to speak..... afraid of divulging your passion for the "Death Energy" because people may think you're strange. Â Some may commune with the Death energy in the cemetery....that's ok and it's what I do. Â Some may read all the books on "Death" that they can get their webbed little fingers on. Â Excellent I do that too. Â Some may visit a wake and touch or hold the deceased to be nearer to death.....that's fine I do that too. Â But when you commune...I mean really commune with His energy do any of you feel so absorbed, overwhelmed, engulfed and swallowed whole by Him that you end up in an explosive union??? Â |
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Oh, yes, how could I forget my books! I have roughly two whole shelves of books on the subject of "death and dying"; most of them fabulous bargains at book sales (consequently many have call numbers; they're library rejects). Some are about psychology and grieving; some about suicide; many on bioethics and euthanasia; and several on corpse disposal, in our society and in different cultures. My very favorite is the giant tome "Death to Dust: What Happens to Dead Bodies?" by Dr. Kenneth Isersen (now in an expanded second edition). It's hilariously funny as well as serious, with unusual stories (e.g. about the funerals of the famous), jokes, and LOTS OF POETRY!
Sometimes just reading the descriptions of what happens to corpses in Nature -- consumption by animals, insects, and microorganisms, or just dissolving into the earth -- gives me at least a tingle of sexual pleasure. Sometimes more! It brings me in touch with the essence of life: death as nourisher of life.
It just occurred to me: Death is inherently erotic because both death and sexuality are necessary for the creation of new life.
That's nothing new, of course; it just struck me suddenly, as something that may not be readily obvious. Science backs up the close association: just read "Sex and the Origins of Death" by the biologist William R. Clark. He reveals that the earliest organisms, one-celled beings that reproduced asexually, did not die from genetic aging (or "genetic senescence"); they died from merely "wearing out" from environmental wear and tear over time. Sexual reproduction coincided with the origin of "death" as in "death from aging": programmed death at the cellular level (although the whole matter is very complicated, because some sexually reproductive organisms, including some types of trees, do not age genetically). This may have been to make sure that there's room for the next generation.
Sex and death. Who could not see a linkage between these dancers in the dance of life?
"Death is the mother of beauty." -- Proverb