thinking alot about tagame, who i have half dismissivley been referring to as bear manga, but i think is an important pornographer, and whose new book is vital. 

this might be a bit eurocentric, but reading it next to sade (because, seriously, the sheer overwhelming, formal attention paid to the extremes of viscera in this text, it's sadean), i was sort of willing to say, okay, this is like sade, this is like sade b/c its beautiful, this is like sade because it pays attention to rhetoric, this is like sade because its about ettiqutte and the heirarchy of sexual systems, and its like sade because as barthes teaches: ". Throughout his life, the Marquis de Sade's passion was not erotic (eroticism is very different from passion); it was theatrical" i suspect that tagame's interest is not erotic but aesthetic. 

sade's pornography is lapidiary, its excess is lapidary 8 or 900 pages, tamage tells his story in five or six. tamage writes for magazines, for small comissions, for the underground--so maybe its like the size of physique pictorial, the amount of time it takes for a quick wank--the 900 pages, are intended for a long stay, for the imagination to go free when the body is imprisoned (which is kind of ironic, because tamage is a master of the body being tied up, of bicep or cock or  throat  or pec pressing against a well tied rope, a rope that seems to have careful, almost diagramatic attention paid to how the rope works against the body--so the tightness of the narrative, the tightness of the accuracy of depiction, the tautness of the rope, and the tautness of the body, all narrow and deepn the tautness of the narrative story. 

what can be done in the short stories of tamage is what can be done with a willing partner or two or give or 10, and a rope. what can be done in the novels of sade, well little can be done in the novels of sade. 

which makes me think, maybe--of a taxonomy of porn. 

the philsophy, the lapidary, the endless repeating, the langauge interfering, the descriptions, the philsophy, as part of a eddy of unsolving or unresolving or unresovalble eros. 

the narrative, the quick shot, the collection of quick shots, the language receding to bodies, the lack of descriptions, the lack of phisophy...

i wonder if graphic porn (like pix, like comix, like the underground work that waugh marks in out/line or lust unearthed, for example, ie, etc...allows for a variety of informaiton sorting to occur--i wonder if the lapidary porn works better w/i the realm of written language for the sake of language, and if the quick shot porn works better w/ visuals. 

(is this why lost girls kind of failed--an attempt to make lapidary out of graphic images....)