redgreenvines said:

recharging the battery after 30 hoots is also a big boost (literally) in this alex grey universe.

hahaha, and I was thinking I better get some harmalas.
instead I have opted for electrons rather than maois

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stareatclouds said:

Alex Grey is a weirdo who fucked a corpse for "art." Great artist, though.

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Bardy said:

I had to look into this and people say it’s just an internet rumour based on a dream that he described to someone.

Still seems like a weirdo though haha

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90. In response to an article about Blind Date in the Los Angeles publication Wet, artist Alex Grey wrote a letter to the editor describing his performance Necrophilia (1976), in which, photographed by his wife, he had sex with a mutilated corpse. He wrote, Perhaps John Duncan would not have had to put himself through the mental agony, had he seen that I had done the piece several years before... A day has not gone by that I haven't thought of the necrophilia piece (Alex Grey, More Sex with the Dead, Wet, July "August 1981, n.p.). Duncan was unaware of Necrophilia when he performed Blind Date, but given his emphasis on individual experience, it is unlikely that he would have been deterred. For more on Alex Grey, see Lewis MacAdams, It Started Out with Death, High Performance 5, no. 3 (Spring Summer 1982): 43 "49.

— Long Suffering: American Endurance Art as Prophetic Witness by Karen Gonzalez Rice, Associate Professor of Art History at Connecticut College

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More Sex With The Dead
(From July/Aug 1981 Issue)

Dear WET,

I read with sadness and some surprise your "Sex with the Dead" article in March/April 1981 WET. In 1976, I had access to a morgue and did a piece called Necrophilia.

Perhaps John Duncan would not have had to put himself through the mental agony, had he seen that I had done the piece several years before.

The necrophilia piece came to me after having a dream that I was fucking a seductive and beautiful living woman who rapidly aged and died as we were making love. She clamped her arms around me and the sides of the bed became a coffin enclosure.

The dream was terrifying but I saw the Necrophilia piece as the ultimate resolution of polarities - Life/Death - if you could love death you could accept and love life more fully.

After doing the morgue pieces I felt less afraid of death, but more afraid of the moral and karmic consequences of my actions. I was heavy into LSD at the time and had a few revelations about our immortality. In 1979 I hallucinated a trial of the souls who were involved. I met the soul of the woman that I had sex with. She was extremely angry and screamed at me saying - didn't I know I was violating her and that she was a person just as I was. I was so sorry, disgraced and disgusted with myself, I cried and begged her forgiveness. She did not forgive me, but I was put on a kind of probation by the judge and told to do good works, not harmful and negative works. A day has not gone by that I haven't thought of the necrophilia piece. I guess, during the past couple of years, I have come to regard the body as a sacred thing as well as a piece of meat.

Alex Grey
Boston

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redgreenvines said:

gross, now how are we to get that shit out of our memories, we can't
please take a bit of responsibility for what you share, just trying to prove you are right about something.
yikes
yuck
and feh!

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