Watching a documentary on television last night about film-maker Michael Haneke, I was very taken by how eloquently he spoke of the human condition; of knowing we will age, suffer illness and die (an awareness central to Buddhist concepts of impermanence).
Throughout Haneke’s interview, and speaking in both German and French, the director of The Piano Teacher—among many other ‘edgy’ movies, expressed how he also thought there was, given the right (or wrong?) set of circumstances, no human act—however shocking—he could not imagine himself being capable of. For him this idea seemed central to his world-view and important in fostering compassion for all.
Haneke also spoke about the importance of not letting success stop artists taking chances with their work; of continually being willing to risk the loss of a reputation.
So today, in the spirit of boundary pushing art-house cinema, and with a certain degree of European post politically correct sensibility, I am pushing the envelope of acceptability of my normal blog posts.
I’ve come up with a little game anyone not afraid of the picture of a pink rubber dildo can play. Inspired by sexual repression (my own? my fellow web-voyeurs?) it’s called the ‘Facebook Phallusy Game’.
Would you like to play?
It’s open to boys and girls and the rules are simple but WARNING: prudes and politically correct types will be pruned from your social networks.
To play the Phallusy Game simply copy the text below to the walls of all your Facebook friends and wait and see who de-friends you.
“Semen: the male reproductive fluid, containing spermatozoa in suspension.
It just came on your face…book.”
Some friends may even laugh.
But you probably won’t hear them.
Unless you’re in the pub and you suggest they check Facebook from their phone.
PS. “If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered.”
— Stephen King (On Writing)