From: DRMARCIAL-AT-aol.com
Date: Wed, 10 Dec 1997 16:30:54 -0500 (EST)
Subject: Liberation of the Ass


My ass! My ass is so full! My ass is so brimming! My ass so desires to be set
free! My ass so desires to give, to throw off, to expunge these meaty gifts
that pack my insides over full! I want to shit! I want to shit! Yet no shits
come, and paltry at that! My whole spiritual crisis centers around my ass! My
ass needs to let go. I need to stream forth diarrheas, farts, poops, shits,
craps, whole shitloads of crap in me. I'm not joking. This is a spiritual,
philosophical crisis embodied in my ASS. The ass is so philosophically
important ; it is the end-juncture of the intestines, the gut, the viscera,
and it is with the viscera, the gut that we think, process, feel. Life is a
worm with arms, legs, brain superimposed. The ass is the most important and
least talked about part of the body. I am talking about shit, about the
process of exploding forth the products of your bowels. This is an embodied
philosophical density, a thick conceptual compression of intensities. Unless
we face the ass, we have no hope. Unless we can discuss the ass, dialogue our
shittings, put our mouth where our asses are, let fartings speak, re-love
that precious pucker, relearn the spirituality of our own excremental slug, I
say we have no hope. The ass must be conceptualized, discoursed, fully
engaged. It is not a mute, dumb piece of flesh. It speaks. It expresses. It
is a part of our rooting to the earth. Shit is not dirty. It is a transform
of our very being. With its odiferous power, it self-declares. It will not be
ignored. It craves to return to the earth. It craves our bare feet on the
bare earth, squatting in a giving pose. This giving pose is a rite -- an
earth ritual, where energies pass between the body and the ground. It should
be one of the most celebrated and public of things. We should delight in
witnessing another in this primal giving. (Again, I say this culture has
everything upside-down ; ignoring the ass, it overprivileges the head, the
face.) We should have festivals of excretion, high sanctifications of the
rite. I want to be led out into an erotic celebration, a Nietzscheian
affirmation, a paganization of the ass, my ass, your ass, our asses. I'm
tired of being scared of the ass. I'm tired of marginalizing the ass. I want
my friends and family to gather to watch me SHIT, to participate in my full
expelling of what has been inside me, to release, to release! Toilet training
marginalizes, represses, privatizes what should be open, festive, even
communal! The foremost law of the State is don't shit in public. Men go to
war to experience shitting in their pants together. Take off the pants! Leave
the battleground. Hope naked in a circle while squeezing out loaves! Modern
"permissive" training marginalizes the ass ; hey, it's no big deal, why
emphasize it, it's OK but do it in private, why talk about it, etc.,
pretending it's no big deal while it really is. I want to see you shit! Then
I know you're real. Then my head and my ass have a full relation to your head
and your ass and we are fully present to each other. This isn't for insane
people. This is the next step in sanity. Sanity isn't a static thing. It's
something we realize as we outgrow old forms. It's something we create when
we allow new wholenesses to overwhelm us and hybridize.

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