NV.wrapper.2.5.qk 8/28/05 11:15 AM Page 1 ./<BA @B=2?C2?A @B=2? ;20?<=5696. C.?6.A6<;@ If he were alive today, would the Marquis de Sade Necrophilia Variations is a literary monograph on have a web site? (120 Days of Sodom, ancestor of necrophilia, the erotic attraction to corpses and the sex blog.) Would Charles Baudelaire employ death. It consists of a series of texts that, like venture capital for a sinister new internet startup, 'HDWK C2? musical phrases, take up the theme and advance it Fleurs du Mal Inc? Would Arthur Rimbaud use by means of repetition, contrast, and variation. information technology to disorder the senses? Although a work of fiction, Necrophilia Would any of them, were they alive today, find Variations uses literary means to probe the psy- some way to advance literature by means of artifi- A ;2 chopathology of sexual perversion. Eros, the book cial intelligence? & & notes, is naturally drawn to beauty, and yet noth- Supervert is what an author can be when ing would seem to be less inherently beautiful amplified by technology. Creator of books, web than a cadaver. How is it that a necrophile ends sites, and CD-ROMs, Supervert stands at the ;20?<=5696. up confusing the two, or making the leap, such intersection of literature, technology, and perhaps that he finds beauty in what most people would also abnormal psychology — for in all its endeav- & find repugnant? How does he come to desire that ors, Supervert utilizes the techniques of vanguard which would seem to be intrinsically undesirable? aesthetics to research the pathology of novel per- Written in a style that ranges from the versions. A sort of deviant Bauhaus, Supervert lugubrious to the ludicrous — from purple prose strives to create new experiences through the syn- 0?<=5696. C to black humor — Necrophilia Variations exhibits thesis of art, technology, pornography, and philos- a world of depravity from the inside out. Each of ophy. 'HVLUH its texts utilizes the first person — not because it Supervert’s first book, Extraterrestrial Sex is autobiographical but rather because it is person- Fetish, was widely acclaimed in the alternative al, even intimate. Why intimate? Because that’s press. Lydia Lunch’s Sex and Guts Magazine how death is — near you, beside you, eventually hailed it as “one of the most astonishing books to inside you as well. It would be nice to say that come out in years,” and the Absinthe Literary that’s how sex is too — intimate — but then it’s Review esteemed it “nothing short of brilliant.” no secret just how impersonal sex can be, especial- Wired called Supervert’s multimedia work a “tor- ly when your lover is unconscious or worse. ture garden of earthly delights,” while the Village C.?6.A6<;@ If you have ever contemplated the curious Voice spoke of it as a “home-brew monstrosity” points of contact between eros and thanatos — if promoting “an emerging philosophy: user hostili- you have ever wondered why femmes fatales are ty.” Supervert is also the creator of PervScan.com, .?6. E\ alluring, or why sex can be made more exciting by a heavily trafficked blog devoted to perversion, as games that simulate danger and pain, or why that well as web sites dedicated to William S. bit of French slang that deems orgasm a “little Burroughs (RealityStudio.org) and to Charles death” seems so appropriate — then you may well Baudelaire’s Flowers of Evil (FleursDuMal.org). A6<;@ enjoy this book. And if you do, then your joy in For more information about Supervert, 'HYLDQFH reading may even unlock the necrophiliac mind please visit supervert.com. for you — since a text is, like a corpse, the remains of a living being, and as a reader you will " @B=2?C2?A 0 6;0 .99 ?645A@ ?2@2?C21 no doubt be determined to extract pleasure from @B=2?C2?A it. Necrophilia Variations A Literary Monograph by Supervert 32C Inc. Necrophilia Variations © 2005 / 2013 Supervert 32C Inc. ISBN 0-9704971-1-3 All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, by any means, including mechanical, elec- tronic, photocopying, recording, internet, or otherwise, without the express writ- ten consent of Supervert 32C Inc. Epigraphs: Charles Baudelaire, “Théophile Gautier” (1859), Oeuvres Complètes, vol. II, Paris: Bibliothèque de la Pléiade, 1976. Gustave Flaubert, Letter to Edmond and Jules de Goncourt (8 July 1861), in Francis Steegmuller, ed., The Letters of Gustave Flaubert: 1857-1880, Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1982. Text: Supervert 32C Inc. Cover Design: Supervert 32C Inc. Typesetting: Supervert 32C Inc. web: supervert.com email: [email protected] Manufactured in the United States of America. DIGITAL EDITION Contents How Would You Like It? 001 Christmas for the Sick 005 Hideous Desiderata 009 Death and the Dilettante 013 Distress in a Dress 023 Prescription for Grief 029 Whoremonger for a Dying Friend 033 Meat Substitutes 045 Perverts Against Longevity 049 Smart Plots 053 Terror Groupies 059 Trauma Response Program 065 Ars Moriendi 075 Shrunken Heads 081 Cruel and Unusual 087 Death Drive 097 Shriek Freak 103 Graveyard Survival Training 107 NecroPhil 121 Labor Day 125 Fragment of a Love Letter 129 Diary of a Sick Fuck 133 Give It Up 147 Double Suicide 153 Sleeping Beauty 157 A New Man 161 Suicide by Strumpet 169 Our Wound 179 Postmortem 183 Visions of Supernatural Depravity 187 Confessions of a Skull Mask 193 Guilty Pleasure 197 “It is one of the considerable privileges of art that the horrible can be transformed, through artful expression, into beauty.” — Charles Baudelaire “In the Rouen asylum there was an idiot known as ‘Mirabeau,’ who for a cup of coffee would copulate with dead women on the dissecting table. I’m sorry you couldn’t have introduced this little episode into your book: it would have pleased the ladies.” — Gustave Flaubert How Would You Like It? Inevitably there came a point at which I had to pause and ask myself: How would you like it? How would you like to be lying there on the autopsy table having the coroner slice you up into a variety of sexual aids? The femur bone makes a fine dildo. Intestines are natural prophylactics. The heart, that organ of romance, can be used as a four-chambered pocket pussy. Whatever remains of your body afterward can be filled with KY instead of embalming fluid—or vice versa, perhaps a horny little necro nymph will come along and leech the embalming fluid from your body to use as a “personal lubricant.” Who knows? The possibilities are endless. Do you prefer your corpse to be a waste product or a sex object? When you put it that way, you would think that people would natu- rally prefer to be a sex object. After all, to say that your body becomes a waste product is to say that when you die you become excrement. The cadaver is a parody of you made out of shit. Who wants that? Wouldn’t it be better to be a sex object? Your cerements become lingerie, you could do a striptease with your death shroud—and if you can’t move or dance, eventually your shroud will rot away or be eaten by worms, so in that sense every cadaver ultimately becomes a stripper anyway. You could install a reverse periscope in your headstone so morbid voyeurs could come and ogle you. Sure, they’d leave cum stains on your grave marker, but it has to be better than decomposing in the ground like a human turd. You could even charge a quarter for each look through the periscope, and in your will you could stipulate what to do with the funds—maybe hire a man to scrape the sperm from your stone every spring. You would think that at least a few people would see how reason- able this is. Preferring to think of their remains as seductive rather than repulsive, they would take an open-minded attitude toward necrophiles coming to disturb their rest. Maybe they would even want to mark their Digital Edition Necrophilia Variations / 001 graves so that necrophiles would know how to find them. An inscription might suffice, an epitaph that titillates like dirty talk. And yet for the necrophile it is a time-consuming task to read all the stones in a grave- yard, especially in the dark, and oftentimes these inscriptions are eroded by rain and wind. A better solution might be to transform the gravestone itself into a powerful visual icon. For example, the tombstone of a necro- friendly man could be carved in the shape of an erect penis, and then his coffin could have a little padded hole in the bottom to facilitate a sick sort of sodomy. (Instead of a “glory hole” you could call it a “gory hole.”) Opponents to this vision will no doubt argue that accommodating necrophiles would encourage sexual deviance and social malaise. And yet, might it not just be the reverse? Is it not possible that necro-friendly cadavers can serve the social good? Think of it. If you repress a sadistic individual, he only gets worse—meaner, crueler, more vicious, to the point where he just might be headed down the road toward that ultimate act of sadism: murder. But what if you provide a release for his pent-up penchant? Send him to the cemetery to find necro-friendly graves. Let him put handcuffs on the dead and beat them senseless with whips.