Nile577
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Norsemaiden said:It would be [porn] if it was purely to do with causing arousal and not to do with either aesthetics or causing some other whimsical emotion.
I like that definition. I think Stephen Hero gives one very similar in the Joyce novel of the same name. I am quite interested in the topic of porn vs. art. Many undoubtedly artistic writers - Henry Miller, William Burroughs, Anais Nin, Georges Bataille (Susan Sontag called Story of the Eye, 'the most accomplished artistically of all pornographic prose I've read') etc - feature extreme pornography in their writings but it is usually contextualised or employed in a self-referential way that makes the reader question his own arousal/blushing. For me, artistic exploration of the sex drive can yield profound insights into wider life when it is done aesthetically. When, as you say, such motivation becomes gratuitous sensual indulgence to be consumed, we have mindless porn.
French literature gets 'sicker, earlier' than English as it didn't suffer the repression of Comstockian sensibilities. (Anthony Comstock was a moral reformer who passed laws to ban many 'obscene' texts flowing from the 'Bohemian' Greenwich village district of New York and further afield.)
De Sade is an interesting case. 120 Days of Sodom is basically 800 pages of child-rape and sexual deviancy, yet it's often not considered pornographic because it isn't erotic; it's brutally and coarsely functional. However, pornography today seems to be similar, with an increasing prevelence in sadistic domination/degradation of women. 120 days is notable because it presents an extreme in discourse on the philosophy of the body and writers such as Sartre and Merleau-Ponty explore its themes. It's a very strange book - almost laughably crude, horribly overlong, deathly boring after a hundred pages and probably the most extreme thing ever written. De Sade's hedonism is so joyless one can only agree with Sartre that sadism leads to frustration. If you're interested in reading it, the Grove Press version has an excellent introductory essay by Simone de Beauvoir, expounding the philosophical themes of the owner/object divide.
I am also reminded of the work of Hermann Nitsch. Nitsch is an Austrian artist and recalls the tradition of the Viennese 'destruction laboratory of the world' (Hitler, Wittegenstein, Loos, Schoenberg, Freud). His work features dissected cows and crucified pigs. Often human performers roll around naked underneath these grizzly spectacles, copulating or masturbating frantically. An extremely controversial artist, he has accumulated a significant amount of academic respect over time, as well as at least one allegation of sexual harassment. Here are some of his most famous (non sexual) works.
I often wonder if he influenced the band Carcass. Nitsch interests me because he completes the opening of the inner-body to aesthetic exploration. Freud opened the mind; Nitsch opens the chest.