Sunday, February 8, 2009

Does Art Sustain Us?

Just recently "She-Who-Visits" started a little book club - just she and I. She assigns me an audiobook and I, teacher's pet like, greedily listen. I devour the well turn phrase or brilliant, descriptive metphor during the plunging violence of my underground commute. When I finish, I must write a book report which shall comply with strict requirements of proper margin, font and length. If I obey, she will read me. These days, this is the closest I'm gettin' to sex. But for me, sad though it may be - this is close indeed! That she really reads me is actually kinda orgasmic.

I was talking about writing and art with a friend. She noted my passion about my little reading class and told me about her trips with another to our amazing museums here in New York City. They get the audio-tours, stand together in front of a great work of art and simulanteous push the button into another world. What is it that art does for us in these trying times? Why is it that pain and terror compels such ardent connection? Where does art take us that seems so protective and inspirational.

At the risk of supreme grandiosity, my connection to art these days feels like my connection to submission. It just feels ultimately romantic and transcendent. I look to my book club to connect me to her, to connect me to art and to take me away in the romance of my submission. My bond to my submission feels quixotic, artsy and uplifting. It's about redemption, deliverance and salvation. Maybe that's why it all makes me feel like a hero, just for one day.


Aarkey said...

Advo, it doesn't sound grandiose to me. Art and submission both are likely inspiring your imagination. Uplifting your spirit. And freeing you from the bondage of self.

And that is a wonderful and beautiful thing.

advochasty said...

I really like the notion of art and submission combining toward a freedom from the bondage of self.

Thus eventually freed, I may seek the bondage of another - say ... mid-40's, black fetish bob hairdo, into vintage lingerie, chastity and rope bondage. I'm just sayin' ...

Her Majesty's Plaything said...

Hi Advo:

I can very much relate to the connection you feel to "She Who Visits" through art. Mistress A. turned me on to some new music which holds a very special place in my heart. To this day I cannot hear a song by Imogen Heap without thinking of her. I also purchased and read several books that she recommended.

Mistress A. put up a very provocative post on Max a few years ago about how much she loved "Adagio for Strings" by Samuel Barber. She shared that she had a frequently masturbated while listening to it and felt it was the sexiest piece of music she had ever heard. I wasted no time in popping out to my local CD store and picking up a copy. I indulged my longing for her by giving myself an orgasm while listening to the piece then sending her a complete report of the experience.



advochasty said...

My most recent assignment was "The Reader". It's a novel essentially in three parts. The first part includes incredibly hot sex between Michael, the very young protagonist and Hanna, the much older, former Nazi concentration camp guard. The scenes were so erotic that one morning six people almost trampled me getting off the subway, I was so engrossed in my listen.

"She" said I'd like it because it was hot sex where the guy repeatedly throws himself at the woman and she just dismisses him. She liked the first part but thought the rest of the book was ho-hum.

I loved the whole thing. Literature, art, music, and kink combine into an sexy, inspirational, and heady brew.