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“I knew that if I wrote what I wanted to write, it would be the end of our next flm with Channel 4. But I found it impossible to keep quiet. ‘The Great Indian Rape- Trick’, Parts I and II, were published in Sunday . The second essay ended with these words: Bandit Queen the flm seriously jeopardizes Phoolan Devi’s life. It passes judgments that ought to be passed in Courts of Law. Not in Cinema Halls. The threads that connect Truth to Half- Truths to Lies could very quickly tighten into a noose around Phoolan Devi’s neck. Or put a bullet through her head. Or a knife in her back. While We- the- Audience peep saucer- eyed out of our little lives. Not remotely aware of the fact that our superf-cial sympathy, our ignorance of the facts and our intellectual sloth could grease her way to the gallows. We makes me sick. With that, obviously, I made myself a whole lot of enemies. Phoolan Devi went to court to try to stop the film.”

“He wished he could find a way to sneak into the room with the girls. He just wanted to watch them, as they slept. Watching them would be enough for him. Afterwards, he could go to the bathroom and finish himself off, just to release some tension.”

“There is a word for people like you, and that word is audience. An audience comes to a theatre perhaps to see something which if they saw it in real life, they may find offensive… Perhaps you’ve come here this evening, because you want to see something you’ve only done in the privacy of your own homes, something perhaps you wished you’d done in the privacy of your own homes or something that you dreamed about doing in the privacy of your own homes. An audience likes to sit in the dark and to watch other people do it. Well, if you’ve paid your money – good luck to you. However, from this end of the telescope things look somewhat different – you all look very small, and very far away and there’s a lot of you. It’s important to remember that there are more of you than of us. So, if it does come to a fight, you will undoubtedly win.”

“The Pressure Cooker by Stewart Stafford We arrive at the sweltering park, And disturb a larcenous squirrel, Trash can raider with easy spoils, He scampers away down the back. Solo lady in the gazebo watches, An outdoor Mrs. Bates silhouette, As a tuft of angel hair rolls along, I give the thirsty baby hydration. Transfixed by a burst helium balloon, Rocking itself to the unheard beats, Arid breeze, now ceiling conductor, Our squirrel pal returns to spy on us. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”

“Women often reason that an unspayed cat is a way to teach the facts of life to their children. That's what they say. Actually, it all boils down to a type of voyeurism, with more interest in breading and birthing than any true interest in children or cats. The wife of someone we know refused to have their female cat spayed because, she said, "I want my children to watch the miracle of birth." When too many kittens accumulated, her husband took them up to the top of a mountain road near us and abandoned them in the brush.”

“In this image (watching sensual murder through a peephole) Lorrain embodies the criminal delight of decadent art. The watcher who records the crimes (both the artist and consumer of art) is constructed as marginal, powerless to act, and so exculpated from action, passive subject of a complex pleasure, condemning and yet enjoying suffering imposed on others, and condemning himself for his own enjoyment. In this masochistic celebration of disempowerment, the sharpest pleasure recorded is that of the death of some important part of humanity. The dignity of human life is the ultimate victim of Lorrain's art, thrown away on a welter of delighted self-disgust.”

“Instead of a relaxing bubble bath, I had a front-row seat to an impromptu striptease. By my ridiculously gorgeous fucking hot fake boyfriend. The polite thing to do would be to close my eyes. Or yell out to announce my presence. Probably both. But I wasn't feeling very polite right now, so instead, I resurfaced and craned my neck to get a better look. Should have said something the minute he walked into the bathroom. I'd just wait this out--- it would be over in a few minutes. Then he slipped out of those snug boxers, and my heart nearly stopped. With his back facing me, he stepped into the shower, still oblivious that I was hidden in the corner bathtub, unable to take my eyes off him. Turning the faucet on, he drenched himself under the stream of hot water, before picking up my shampoo bottle, sniffing it, then squeezing out a generous amount. His hands worked methodically, kneading and massaging the shampoo all over his hair. Next, he pumped out blobs of my soap onto his hands, rubbing them together before lathering it all over his body. First on his neck, then on his arms, then on his back, followed by his chest. This wasn't just your normal, everyday, run-of-the-mill striptease. It was a real-life porn movie, and I was enjoying it too much to tear my gaze away. He stretched his neck, trying to get water onto his left side, and turned around, giving me a full-length, uncensored, breathtaking view of a gloriously naked Alec. So. Very. Naked. His hands kept working, rubbing the soap on his stomach, then down his thighs, all around his legs and backside, making showering look so sexy like it was nobody's business. That was when my mouth decided to betray my brain, producing a low, breathy sigh I'd never, ever heard before in my whole life, alerting him to my presence. Startled, he looked up and locked eyes with mine. Wet, naked Alec Mackenzie caught me watching him rub soap all over his body.”