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Aug 31 2009

The Voyeur and The Masochist

Published by Kate at August 31, 2009 5:06 pm under Story


Alex Serpo

Alex believes the mind is a machine capable of remarkable things. He greatly enjoys the teachings of history’s most famous masochist, Siddhartha Gautama.

Swinging and grinning, the man’s skin stretches obscenely as he swings back and forward. Watching, I wonder who is the more bizarre. Is he macabre in seeking extreme sensory experiences, or am I macabre in being such a willing voyeur of them?

Buddha in Sarnath Museum (Dhammajak Mutra). Image: wikipedia

Buddha in Sarnath Museum (Dhammajak Mutra). Image: wikipedia

There is nothing unusual about pain. We all experience it – to varying degrees – during most given weeks. Many people with chronic pain experience it in every waking hour. Yet in our society pain holds a strong taboo. It is something to be avoided at all costs and we believe that it can only be damaging to one’s psyche. Even more powerful than pain seems to be the fear of pain, which seems to drive people to a higher state of hysteria than the pain the fear is inspired by.

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Aug 29 2009

What are they doing to Derek?

Published by Kate at August 29, 2009 2:12 am under Story


By Kate Hennessy

[Warning. Don't watch video or click through to story if you're squeamish.]

Three-and-a-half seconds, give or take a nanosecond or two. That’s the finely calibrated length of time I could gaze at the man suspended from hooks before a shudder would arch up my spine and I’d turn my head away. Repeat.

But that was Wednesday night and I’m back for more. It’s Friday night at the Powerhouse and it’s all about fear. I’m here with my sister who politely refused a consent armband at the door. “I’ll hold your bag, OK?” she says.

We enter and watch the amazing Rob Valenti from Polymorph suspend, with a polygraph attached to measure his “fear”.

An hour later, we’re inching through the crowd towards the stage. DJ Gemma is playing darkly ambient tunes: lots of cello and whispered vocals. Then a friend in front turns and says “What is Derek doing?” at the same moment as another friend nudges me from behind, hissing: “What are they doing to Derek?”.

I don’t have an answer for either of them. But we’re all about to find out.

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