D for Deviant, K for Korpse…

Doktor Deviant’s Diary of Depravity: Kandid Konfessions of a Kompulsive Korpse-Kopulator, ed. Dr David Kerekes and Samuel P. Salatta (Visceral Visions 2022)

Praise for Doktor Deviant’s Diary of Depravity…

• “Doktor Deviant makes David Fuller look like Mary Poppins.” — Nancy Mailer
• “Fetid fakt or fukked-up fiktion? YOU decide!” — Zac Ziali
• “Dank, deplorable and disgusting. I delighted in it!” — Dr Miriam B. Stimbers
• “D                                                                              ” — David Slater
• “David Slater makes Doktor Deviant look like David Fuller.” — Philip Tatzenrott
• “Wow!” — Justin T. McGliverton
• “An extraordinary excursion into the darkest domains of death.” — Chibo Bassher
• “Headpress hits it outta da park again.” — Freddy Goragadescu
• “Maxed-out morbidity. Mmmmmmmmmm!” — Dr Mikita Brottman
• “David Kerekes makes David Slater look like Doktor Deviant.” — Roger Prendergast

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Previously Pre-Posted on Papyrocentric Performativity…

• Fuller Frontal — a review of Deviant. Devious. Depraved.: The Sickening, Slimy and Sizzlingly Septic Story of Noxiously Nasty Necrophile Nonce David Fuller, David Kerekes, with an introduction by David Slater (Visceral Visions 2022)

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Meet the Maverick Munch-Bunch…

Naked Krunch: The Sinister, Sordid and Strangely Scrumptious Story of SavSnaq, Dr David M. Mitchell (Savoy Books 2022)

Genius creates. We can all agree on that. But genius also… connects. And perhaps the greatest literary connection of the past fifty years and more was made when maverick Mancunian publisher Savoy Books began to interrogate core issues around the Holocaust, on the one hand, and crisps, on the other (“potato chips”, in American English).

It was a perfect example of that signature Savoyish celebration of jarring juxtaposition, of high and low culture, the epochal and the trivial, the supremely sacred and the sensibility-smashing subversive. But once the connection was made, yes, it seemed both utterly wrong and utterly right. As Savoy C.E.O. David Britton himself said: “Crisps are rock’n’roll in motherfucking excelsis – cheap, strongly flavoured, and loud!”

And when did Britton first bring crisps and the Holocaust together in the atrocitous atom-smasher of his incendiary imagination? It was in the transgressive toxi-text Fuck Off and Diet (1997). Recall the scene where Lord Horror performs a pas-de-deux with Eva Braun on the burning hull of a cannibal-crewed Zeppelin plummeting parapraxically to its doom on a municipal gasworks in Rusholme. Just before the end of the scene, Horror remarks to Eva in twelfth-century Guipúzcoan Basque: “Fancy a pickled onion?” Eva responds by silently – and synergistically – removing a single dead-Jew-flavoured crisp from her cleavage; sliding it into her mouth; crunching it with a sly wink; then belching Zyklon-B into Horror’s face. He savours the cyanide slay-gas with a sigh of satisfaction even as the Zeppelin hits the gasworks and explodes.

Maverick Munch… A seemingly innocent bowl of SavSnaq crisps…

It’s one of the most disturbing moments in one of the most disturbing books ever written. There are no more overt references to crisps and the Holocaust in the remainder of FOAD, but Britton was merely biding his time. As Dr David M. Mitchell describes in the first third of Naked Krunch, although crisps were a seemingly casual component of FOAD, six years later they had become a major motif of what is perhaps Britton’s maximal masterwork, the epoch-eviscerating Basted in the Broth of Billions (2003). Among much else in the book, Auschwitz is a felonious food-factory where Jews are turned into cheese’n’onion crisps, Gypsies into BBQ-Beef hula-hoops, homosexuals into smoky-bacon Pringles (“Once you popper, you can’t stopper!”), and so on. Mitchell conducts a thorough crispological survey of BitBoB, hunting down and hermeneuticizing even the most remote and recondite references to crisps, crisp-crunching and the Holocaust.

Having completed that literary survey of Savoy’s crisp-connecting, he next embarks on a detailed history of SavSnaq, the crispocentric company launched by Savoy to “storm the ramparts of the savoury-snack / party-nibbles market.” One of their early marketing slogans was “SavSnaq = Maximal Munch.” Another was: “You’ll Nosh Nowt Noxiouser.” And they did their very best to live up to the menace of that slogan. Mitchell describes how, in the early days, SavSnaq teetered on the brink of bankruptcy multiple times, as Britton & Co. fought off vicious legal challenges from the Health and Safety Executive after weaponizing a “Burroughs-themed heroin-flavoured crisp range.” Even today SavSnaq has never turned a profit, but Mitchell sets out an unassailable case that SavSnaq’s party-nibbles and savoury snacks have done to food-manufacturing what Savoy’s books and graphic novels had already done to English literature: revolutionized and reinvigorated a sadly and suffocatingly staid and sedentary sector.

Savinyl Tap: the wradical wrapper of SavSnaq’s Heretical Heroin™ range of “none-more-black” Burroughs-themed crisps…

In the first edition of Naked Krunch, Mitchell ended things there; in this updated edition, he goes on to examine the continuing impact of Savoy’s crisp-connections on wider culture. To take but one example: radical musicians have embraced Savoy’s incendiary interrogation of crisp-crunch to create revolutionary new genres, including the cataclysmic “crispcore” practised by sensory-overloading sonic terrorists Crunch-E))), who are now widely hailed as “the loudest band in the multiverse.” Dressed in shiny imitation crisp-wrappers, the three musicians of Crunch-E))) each eat a single packet of crisps into an ultra-sensitive microphone on stage. The resultant crunching is then slowed dramatically and amplified enormously before being projected through giant speakers onto an enraptured audience bathed in billowing clouds of cheese-and-onion-scented artificial smoke.

As Mitchell relates, David Britton once joked that every packet of SavSnaq crisps should be “so loud that every motherfuckin’ muncher develops terminal tinnitus.” Crunch-E))) have realized that visceral vision. The band have also explicitly acknowledged their artistic debt to Savoy and SavSnaq by naming their first three albums Basted (2005), Broth (2006) and Billions (2008). But this extra publicity for Savoy has not increased sales of Savoy’s books or of SavSnaq’s products. As Mitchell emphasizes repeatedly in Naked Krunch: Savoy and SavSnaq remain far too dangerous for general consumption.

And they always will. But the counter-cultural cognoscenti will continue to savour every last crumb that falls from super-subversive Savoy’s teratotropicly toxic table…

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Previously Pre-Posted on Papyrocentric Performativity…

• Fuck Off and Dienetics… – Headpress CEO Norman Nekrophile surveys Savoy’s satirical saunter thru Scientology…
• Naked Krunch — interrogating issues around David Britton’s Basted in the Broth of Billions (2008)
• Commit to Crunch — a review of Will Self’s Maverick Munch: Selecting a Sinisterly Savory Snack to Reinforce Your Rhizomatically Radical Reading (TransVisceral Books 2016)

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Fuller Frontal

Deviant. Devious. Depraved.: The Sickening, Slimy and Sizzlingly Septic Story of Noxiously Nasty Necrophile Nonce David Fuller, David Kerekes, with an introduction by David Slater (Visceral Visions 2022)

Headpress have done it again. In spades. This passionately putrid publisher prides itself on incendarily issuing at least one core counter-cultural classic a year. This year they’ve done it early. Their new book Deviant. Devious. Depraved. – or D3, as I’ll call it for short – is surely destined to be both a feral fan-favorite and a bulging bench-mark in the atrabilious abyss of toxically transgressive true-crime. But make no mistake: as good a job as David Kerekes has done in the bulk of the book, his long-term thinking-buddy David Slater has possibly gone one better in the introduction. That intro truly is one of the most disturbing things I’ve ever read. Or rather (spoiler alert): it’s one of the most disturbing things I’ve never read.

That’s coz Slater’s introduction consists of three blank pages. And I mean exactly that: blank pages. No words, just empty paper. It’s as though Slater has sat there, fingers poised above the keyboard, ready to begin churning out his usual 120+ words a minute… and then realized that nothing he could write could even begin to plumb the depths of deplorableness repulsively represented by the cranium-convulsing crimes of David Fuller. Those crimes were simply too dark, too disgusting, too demonic for him to describe.

And when David Slater, simul-scribe of seminal snuff-study Killing for Culture (1996), recoils at the task of tackling the teratically toxic transgressions of a sizzlingly septic slayer, you know that said slayer has really been a naughty boy. Just quite how naughty, David Kerekes describes in the rest of the book. David Fuller murdered at least two young women. And that’s how he finally came to the attention of the British police, when analysis of stored DNA from the crime-scenes belatedly brought him to book. Kerekes produces good evidence that his real body-count may have been much higher. But that merely scratches the surface of Fuller’s fetidness. What really put him in a league of his own – and what really brought him to the attention of committed corpse-crime contemplator Kerekes – was what he got up to on the sly in the mephitic mortuaries of at least two British hospitals.

Fuller was a core corpse-copulator on an exhaustively industrial scale, deviantly, deviously and depravedly defiling the bodies of scores, possibly hundreds, of dead women and girls. And he fetidly filmed his noxiously nauseating necrophilia. Wow. No wonder Kezza felt that he had to write a book about him, like. And no doubt other books by other authors will attempt to tell the same sickeningly sordid story. My confident prediction is that no-one will do it with anywhere near the priapismatic passion and esoteric obsessivity as with what Kerekes and Slater have done it in this core counter-cultural classic. D3 is a book that you will read, retch over, and reprehensibly remember for the rest of your life.

Gangrenously guaranteed.

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Elsewhere Other-Accessible…

• Headpress — the Home of Heresy

Previously Pre-Posted on Papyrocentric Performativity…

• Voy Veh — review of Gay Talese’s The Voyeur’s Motel (2016) by Dr David Kerekes

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Kops. Kameras. Kerkees.

So. If you’re a keyly committed core component of the counter-cultural community, you may well be aware that core counter-cultural compendium Headpress (“The Journal of Strangeness and Esoterica”…) used to run a feral feature called “It’s A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World…” in which the antics of the mentally ill were esoterically exposed for the amusement and edification of Headpress’s incendarily intelligent and ruthlessly radical readership… As Headpress CEO Dr David Kerekes still likes to chuckle: “Loonies are a lorra, lorra laffs, like.”

He’s right, of course. But it isn’t only keyly committed core components of the counter-cultural community like Dr Kerekes and his incendarily intelligent readers who find loonies a lorra, lorra laffs… As you can see here…

An alleged police culture of impunity helped an officer who took selfies while on duty at a murder scene commit a litany of disciplinary offences on an “industrial scale” for six years, it has been claimed.

PC Ryan Connolly, 37, from the Merseyside force, resigned after his taking and sharing of photos of the vulnerable came to light, as well as his sharing of racist and offensive images.

The Guardian revealed that between 2014 and 2020 Connolly took photos on his mobile phone of people in mental health crises, in hospitals, and had photos and graphics on his mobile phone that were grossly racist, including an image of a Ku Klux Klan member.

Merseyside police and court officials confirmed that Connolly was also convicted in November of three counts of possessing extreme pornography. He will be sentenced next month at Manchester crown court. — A Kop and his Kamera

Wow. Even though cops are, as a core commenter at Papyrocentric Performativity has rightly pointed out, “the least counter-cultural group on earth”, they too enjoy Headpressean things like laffing at loonies. And watching extreme porn. (But racism is not Headpressean, obvs. As a proud and passionate member of the Gypsy Community, Dr Kerekes has always been a keyly and corely committed component of the anti-racist community.)

So. Anyway. The next time you see a core component of the cop community, just think to yourself: “It is more than possible that this entirely unesoteric individual enjoys core components of Headpresseanism.” Or to put it another way: “Kerekes and kops are komrades under the kutis.” A strange and disturbing thought, ja? Which is to say: a Headpressean thought…

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Previously pre-posted on Papyrocentric Performativity…

Noxious. Nekro. Narratives. — an earlier esoteric exploration of the unkanny parallels between Kerekes and the Kop Kommunity…

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Elsewhere other-accessible…

Another Kop and his Kamera — how a cop took secret (wow) photos of nekkid laydeez…

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P.S. “kutis” = cutis = a medical term for the inner layer of skin.

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KOPS. KHAVS. KEREKES.

KOMRADES IN KAMERA

(et sub kute)

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Noxious. Nekro. Narratives.

Readers’ Advisory: Key counter-cultural quotations contain core corpse-contemplation (and worse)…

PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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Headpressean:

Met police officers plead guilty over photos [wow] taken at scene of sisters’ deaths

A police officer made degrading and sexist insults about two murdered women as he shared pictures from the scene where they were found with a colleague photographing their bodies [wow] and also sharing the images via WhatsApp.

The two Metropolitan police officers pleaded guilty on Tuesday after sharing photographs from the crime scene they were supposed to be guarding in a London park, where two sisters, Nicole Smallman, 27, and Bibaa Henry, 46, were found stabbed to death.

PC Deniz Jaffer, 48, and PC Jamie Lewis, 33, admitted misconduct in public office at the Old Bailey, with the judge, Mark Lucraft QC, warning that they were “extremely likely” to be jailed.

Jaffer left the post he had been assigned to in June 2020 at Fryent Country Park in Wembley, north-west London, and went into bushes where the women had been left by their satanist-obsessed killer. The officer took out a mobile phone and took pictures of the bodies [wow].

He sent four images to Lewis [wow], who edited one of the photos and superimposed his face on to it with the two murdered women visible [wow] in the background. – Cops Contemplate Corpses, 3xi21

Headpressean:

Plumber, 57, put cameras [wow] in female customers’ toilets ‘to meet his sexual needs’

A plumber who secretly installed spy cameras [wow] in his customers’ toilets “to meet his sexual needs” has been jailed for 12 months. James Hulme, 57, was caught when a female client spotted a hidden camera [wow] on her sink in her downstairs toilet and reported him to police.

Detectives discovered that Hulme, from Glendon Drive, Sherwood, Nottinghamshire, had put secret devices in up to six other women’s bathrooms. After a search of his home, officers found 302 indecent images of children and pornography involving animals.

Hulme pleaded guilty to voyeurism [wow], making indecent images of a child and possessing extreme pornographic images. He was jailed for 12 months at Nottingham Crown Court last Wednesday. The court heard he was caught while carrying out work at a woman’s home in Clifton, Nottinghamshire, in June 2018. She confronted Hulme when she found a spy camera attached to a sink in the downstairs toilet.

Hulme admitted being responsible and fled the property with the recording device when the woman called police. Hulme was arrested a short time later, and Nottinghamshire Police said he admitted recording the customer, as well as five or six others, “to meet his sexual needs”. – Cameras for Culture, 2xi21

Very Headpressean:

David [wow] Fuller: man admits two murders and sexual abuse of multiple corpses [wow]

Trial of former hospital electrician is believed to be worst case of necrophilia in British legal history

An electrician who admitted murdering two women in 1987 also sexually attacked scores of corpses [wow] in a hospital mortuary in the worst offending of its kind in British legal history, prosecutors say.

His trial heard that he also sexually assaulted women’s corpses [wow] in the mortuaries at Kent and Sussex hospital and Tunbridge Wells hospital while working there. When Fuller’s home was raided police discovered 4m images of sexual abuse. Most were downloaded from the internet, but Fuller had also recorded himself abusing bodies [wow].

The CPS said Fuller’s necrophilia was unprecedented in British legal history: “Searches of Fuller’s home following his arrest uncovered hard drives concealed [wow] in a hide in his home, revealing evidence of prolific sexual offending of a kind no British court has seen before. Between 2008 and 2020, Fuller had filmed and photographed himself sexually abusing the bodies of dozens of women and girls [wow] at two Tunbridge Wells hospital mortuaries he was able to access through his job as the maintenance supervisor.”

Fuller was arrested for murder on 3 December last year after new analysis of decades-old DNA evidence, and officers searched his home. There they found images of dead women at the two hospital mortuaries being abused by Fuller [wow], the prosecutor, Duncan Atkinson QC, said on Monday.

Officers then found four hard drives with 5TB of data storage in total attached to the back of a cupboard. “When these hard drives were examined, they were found to contain a library of unimaginable sexual depravity [wow],” Atkinson said.

Libby Clark, of the CPS, said: “This highly dangerous man has inflicted unimaginable suffering on countless families and he has only admitted his long-held secrets when confronted with overwhelming evidence. I have no doubt he would still be offending to this day had it not been for this painstaking investigation and prosecution.”

Sajid Javid, the health secretary, said the NHS had written to all health trusts asking for mortuary access and postmortem activities to be reviewed [wow]. An independent review has started at the trust where Fuller worked and the Human Tissue Authority has been asked for advice on whether rules need to be changed. – Devious Dave copulates with corpses, 4xi21

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Elsewhere other-engageable…

• Killing for Culture – the seminal survey of the sizzle of snuff…

• Serial Slay (UK) – Britain’s biggest and best serial-slayer surveillance site. Updated daily.

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Morbid Miriam Matters

On September 21, 2020, at 12:07 EST, Dr Miriam B. Stimbers and her life-partner, the proud Black-African-Diasporan Dr Nigel M. Goldbaum, lit a sustainably sourced “Black Lives Matter” candle, held hands, and commenced watching split-screen video of the inspirational inaugurations of President Barack Obama in 2008 and 2012.

Dr Stimbers and Dr Goldbaum had been performing this core soul-strengthening and white-supremacy-defying ritual on a keyly committed daily basis throughout the summer of 2020.

But that day’s ritual would prove horrifically different.

At 1 minute 21 seconds of the video-view, Miriam began to shake uncontrollably.

At 1m38s, she released a cry of irrepressible anguish.

At 1m46s, she slumped into core unconsciousness.

She has been in a coma ever since.

The horrors of white racism had finally proved too much for her…

We in the close-knit Papyrocentric-Performativity community would like to extend our profoundest respects to Dr Stimbers and Dr Goldbaum, to express our sincerest hopes for Dr Stimbers’ complete and speedy recovery, and to humbly endorse what Dr Goldbaum has said of his life-partner: “Even in a coma, Miriam is doing more to fight systemic racism and dismantle white supremacy than some so-called progressive persons have managed in their entire non-comatose existences.”

In tribute to Dr Stimbers, we herewith list key Papyrocentric-Performativity posts referencing this truly inspirational psychoanalyst and anti-racist activist:

• #MiToo — a review of Morbidly Miriam: The Mephitic Memoirs of Miriam B. Stimbers, Dr Miriam B. Stimbers (TransVisceral Books 2018)
• Doc Proc — a review of Botty: An Unnatural History of the Backside, Dr Miriam B. Stimbers (TransVisceral Books 2014)
• Twice Has Thrice the Vice — Miriam processes the grieving-process of losing a core fish-community

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And the close-knit Papyrocentric-Performativity community heartily recommends core engagement with “Faut-il Brûler Smith? (Con)futing the Hate Speech of Klarkash-Ton”, Dr Goldbaum’s seminal essay on Other-phobia in the work of Clark Ashton Smith.

P.S. Cutting-edge counter-culturalist, veteran visceralist and über-edgy esotericist Norman Nekrophile adds: “As a proud member of the Roma Diaspora, my Journal of Strangeness and Necrophilia was always privileged to host the acutely intelligent and incendiarily insightful psychoanalysis corely crafted by Dr Stimbers. That is, I mean I’m the proud member of the Roma Diaspora, not my journal, which is inanimate, obviously. A bit like Miriam at the moment, sad to say. I’m sure all core components of the counter-cultural community will join me in wishing Miriam a radical re-assumption of optimal health status on a maximally accelerated basis.”

P.P.S. Sizzlingly sleazy, super-psychotropic serial-slayerologist Sam Salatta adds: “So I’m parked up with this head on the passenger seat, right, thinking how the fuck’m I gonna get the car clean, and does this cop-car pull up out of the blue right beside me? Yeah, it fucking does! And I’m like, ‘Oh, fuckety-fuckety fuck!’ and this cop goes, ‘Are we having any problems, sir?’ and I’m like — what? Oh, yeah, Miriam, yeah. I’ve always been a massive fan. Fingers crossed that she recovers as soon as. If not sooner.”

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Necrofil cel Mare Stă cu Ochii pe Tine…

In a World of Adolescent Voyeurism…

One Human Gargoyle……

Maintained a Core Commitment………

To Key Counter-Cultural Values…………

Norman Nekrophile is…

…SLIMESNIFFER…

(Out soon on Visceral Visions…)

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Elsewhere other-esotericizable…

• Headpress Bokos……
• Killing for Culture…
• Night of the Necrophile……
• The Stockport Slayer… (a seriously sinister story)

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Slater on Slayer

Slo-Mo Psy-Ko: The Sinister Story of the Stockport Slayer…, Zac Zialli (TransVisceral Books 2016)

(This is a guest-review by David Slater)

[Unfortunately David has not completed the review within the Papyrocentric deadline.]

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• David Slater is simul-scribe of seminal snuff-study Killing for Culture: A Dysmorphic Duo of Death’n’Decomposition-Dedicated Deviants Called Dave Sniff Out the Slimiest Secrets of Snuff’n’Stuff (Visceral Visions 2016) and of visceral vid-’vestigation See No Evil: A Tenebrose Twosome of Toxic Transgressivists Stiffen their Sinews and Set to Selebrating a Splanchnophilically Sizzling Selection of Viscidly Noxious Video Nasties (Visceral Visions 2012).

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Il Nano e il Necrofilo…

Titans of Transgression: Incendiary Interviews with Eleven Ultra-Icons of Über-Extremity, edited by Dr Miriam B. Stimbers and Dr Samuel P. Salatta (TransVisceral Books, forthcoming)

A further exclusive extract from this soon-to-be-published key compendium of core counter-culturalicity…

READERS’ ADVISORY: Interview extract contains strong language and explicit reference to perverted sexual practices strictly forbidden by Mother Church. Proceed at your own risk.

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Miriam Stimbers: How did you meet David Slater [simul-scribe of seminal snuff-study Killing for Culture]?

David Kerekes: Well, it’s a fairly complicated story. In the Gypsy community we’ve always felt a close affinity with other oppressed minorities and we do our best to watch their backs. In 1982 or thereabouts, I was part of a Gypsy crew who lent a helping hand to a gay brothel in Stockport that was having a few problems with homophobic neighbours. My blood still boils when I think about it, to be honest. Totally out of order, the fucking neighbours were. I mean, the brothel was discreet, the clients were no bother to anyone, but these homophobes thought they had the right to stick their fucking noses in and disrupt the brothel’s business, hassle the clients, stuff like that. Fucking cunts. Anyway, to cut a long story short, me and the rest of the Gypsy crew sorted the neighbours out and then the proprietor of the brothel asked us if we’d like blow-jobs on the house, like, to thank us for our help, even though we hadn’t done it out of any thought of reward. I mean, it was just solidarity with a fellow minority, the sort of thing the Gypsy community has always been passionate about.

Miriam Stimbers: And you said yes to the blow-jobs?

David Kerekes: Well, me and a couple of my mates in the crew did. I’m always up for a new experience, as it were! And that’s how I met Dave Slater. ’Coz he was working in the brothel, as one of the rent-boys.

Miriam Stimbers: And he gave you the free blow-job?

David Kerekes: Yeah. And it was a fucking good one too. Not the best I’ve ever had, like, but in the top twenty, easily.

Miriam Stimbers: And you got chatting and discovered your shared passion for corpse-contemplation?

David Kerekes: Well, it’s natural you should think that, but no, not right then. Not on that first occasion. Dave didn’t say much, just got down to work, as it were. But as I said, it was a fucking good blow-job, so about a fortnight later, when I was in the Stockport area on business and had an hour or two to kill, I popped in at the brothel and asked for another one off him. Another blow-job, I mean, off Dave. I was ready to pay the going rate, like, but the proprietor recognized me at once and said it was on the house again.

Miriam Stimbers: And this time you got chatting with Dave Slater?

David Kerekes: Exactly. We got chatting after he’d given me the blow-job and discovered our shared passion for corpse-contemplation, as you so nicely put it. And the next time Dave was over in Liverpool, he got in touch and we had a few pints. It all sort of blossomed from there. We started meeting regularly to watch death-film and corpse-vids together. Most times, Dave would give me a blow-job at the end of the session. I mean, you build up a lot of tension watching corpse-vids, so a blow-job’s just the thing to unwind with. Very relaxing. And sometimes he’d give me a blow-job during the session too, if he noticed I was getting tense as I contemplated a particularly fine corpse or watched a particularly abhorrent death-scene, like. It was fucking funny at times, Dave trying to watch the screen at the same time as he had a nob in his gob!

Warming up for corpse-contemplation: Kerekes (right) and Slater (left)

Miriam Stimbers: And that’s how you came to write Killing for Culture?

David Kerekes: Yeah. Out of tiny oaks tall acorns grow! If me and my Gypsy mates hadn’t helped out that gay brothel in Stockport, I’d probably never have met Dave and probably Killing for Culture would never have been written. I’d had something in mind along those lines, but Dave’s help really was invaluable. Not just his knowledge and his contacts, but his very special relaxation techniques! I estimate that I received about two hundred blow-jobs, maybe two-fifty, off him in the course of research. When I saw that first review calling it a “seminal snuff-study”, I thought, “Little do you fucking know!” Dave was always on at me to bum him too, but I didn’t fancy that. I mean, obviously, I’m not homophobic or owt, but bumming a bloke is a big step up from getting a blow-job off him. But he still kept on at me to bum him.

Miriam Stimbers: Did you ever give in?

David Kerekes: Well, I used to say to him, “Dave, I’ll bum you after we’ve seen a snuff-movie together!”

Miriam Stimbers: So have you ever bummed Dave Slater?

David Kerekes (laughing): Well, I’ll say this, like. I’ve bummed Dave Slater as many times as I’ve seen a snuff-movie!

Miriam Stimbers: And how many times have you seen a snuff-movie?

David Kerekes (laughing again): As many times as I’ve bummed Dave Slater!

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Miriam Stimbers: Who would you say has been the most important influence on your life?

David Kerekes: People often ask me this and, you know, they expect me to say that it was William Burroughs or Immanuel Kant or Sam Salatta or someone like that. And yeah, they have all been very important influences on me, but the most important influence on me was someone else. Not anyone famous, but someone very, very influential nonetheless.

Miriam Stimbers: Who was it?

David Kerekes: It was my Mom, Mirima Kerekes. People often say to me that they find me an unusually honest and ethical person, which is obviously a nice thing to hear, don’t get me wrong, but I take absolutely no fucking credit for it. It’s all down to my Mom. She brought me up to be passionate about three things. First, pride in my Gypsy heritage. Second, strict adherence to a painfully honest ethical code. Third – and I’ll put it in her own words, because I can hear her saying it to me now – “Don’t never never never act like a communist, Davy, because that would be like spitting in your poor Momma’s face.” And I’ve done my fucking best, I hope, to keep those three things at the forefront of my mind during both my working life and my private life.

Miriam Stimbers: Just to explain for people who don’t know – your mother was a refugee from communist Romania, right?

David Kerekes: Yes, absolutely right. She left Romania in the 1950s after the Russian invasion. Fled from there, rather, just ahead of the fucking tanks and the firing-squads. And she wasn’t a fan of communism, to put it mildly!

Miriam Stimbers: And what would, quote, acting like a communist, unquote, entail?

David Kerekes: Basically, she meant any kind of behaviour that violated individual autonomy, that placed the collective above the individual. The sort of fucking thing you saw all the time under communism, most obviously with the secret police. You know, the KGB in the Soviet Union, the Stasi in East Germany, the Securitate in Romania, and so on.

Miriam Stimbers: Torture, rigged trials, slave-labour camps, things like that?

David Kerekes: Yes, obviously that kind of thing, but other stuff comes under it too. I mean, if you think of the Edward Snowden revelations, the NSA over in the States and GCHQ here in the UK are behaving like communists, by my Mom’s criteria.

Miriam Stimbers: Surveillance, spying, treating the entire population as suspects?

David Kerekes: Exactly. After her experiences in Romania, my Mom hated that kind of thing, absolutely fucking hated it. And if I ever participated in anything like that, then I would be, in her words, “spitting in your poor Momma’s face.” So I don’t participate in it. Full stop.

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Interview extract © David Kerekes / Dr Miriam B. Stimbers / TransVisceral Books 2017

Noxious Note: In November 2017 the Harris Central Library in Stockport, Lancashire, will be holding an exhibition engaging core issues around corpse-vids, corpse-contemplation, and the corpse-contemplation community. Sponsored by the Halifax Bank and entitled “Not Just for Necrophiles: A Toxic Tribute to Killing for Culture”, the exhibition is designed to accompany the TransVisceral Books publication of the same name. As part of the exhibition, David Kerekes will be delivering a keynote lecture entitled “Coming Out of the Cyber-Coffin: Necrophile Pride in the Internet Age”, accompanied by a keynote lecture by David Slater entitled “[the warped little fucker hasn’t even written the title of his lecture so far, so there’s fuck-all chance that he’ll get the whole thing done in time. i’ll get the title to you if a fucking miracle happens. – d.k.]”

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Previously pre-posted on Papyrocentric Performativity:

• Slay, Slay, Slay (Vot Yoo Vont to Slay)
• Thiz Iz Siz-Biz…

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Voy Veh

The Voyeur’s Motel, Gay Talese (2016)

(This is a guest-review by Headpress CEO Dr David Kerekes)

Wow. I was simultaneously fascinated and sickened by this toxic tale of septic scopophilia. Yup – you could done say I was fascickened. American social historian Gay Talese tells the sizzlingly sleazy slime-story of this guy called Gerald Foos, right, who sets up a motel business specifically so that he could spy on his own guests – I mean, like actually watch them having sex and stuff through observation vents (wow) he had installed in the ceilings of certain rooms of the motel.

And he seriously got off on his secret spying, trust me. Yup – you could done say it was Foos’ Gold. Said spying stretched over an extended time-period from the 1960s to the 1990s, generating copious notes made by Foos to enhance his enjoyment and permanentalize his pleasure. So, the $23,000 question: Was he a voyeur? Are you kidding me?! You’re damn right he was a voyeur. And for me (Headpress CEO Dr David Kerekes) voyeurism is an absolute no-no under any and all circumstances. There are three core reasons for these strict anti-voyeurism principles of mine:

1. My Mom was a refugee from the 24/7 surveillance state of communist Romania and instilled in me from my earliest days a deep abhorrence of spying and scopophilia (in short – voyeurism).

2. I am (thanks, Mom!) a proud and passionate member of the Gypsy Community. I am (thanks again, Mom!) all too well aware of the centuries-long history of police surveillance and harassment directed against My People. This awareness has reinforced my deep abhorrence of spying and scopophilia (like I said – voyeurism).

3. So I need a third reason, already?

But in fact, I do have a third reason to abhor voyeurism root and branch on a permanent, non-negotiable basis. Beside being the son of a communist refugee and a proud Gypsy (thanks, Mom!), I am also (as you may be already aware) a keyly committed core component of the counter-cultural community. Voyeurism is totally – but totally – against core counter-cultural principles of individual autonomy and non-interference in the lives of others.

This, then, explains why I was so sickened by The Voyeur’s Motel. But fascinated, also (don’t get me wrong). I could see putrid parallels between my Mom’s experiences in Romania and the behavior of Gerald Foos in America. As a government, communist Romania was rejecting core moral principles and trampling on individual autonomy at the exact time-periods during which, as an individual, Gerald Foos of the Voyeur’s Motel was also rejecting those core moral principles and trampling on individual autonomy. Reading this book, I could see those temporal and behavioral parallels very clearly, thus adding to the fascickening impact of the book on my core sensibilities.

And today? Well, is it not clear that we see voyeurism on a massive scale at both governmental and individual levels? But not from me (no sir!) or from anyone else in the world-wide Headpress Community (no sir neither!). If you belong to the Headpress Community or any affiliated grouping, The Voyeur’s Motel will not be an easy read in the moral sense. It will disturb and distress all who have an ounce of esoteric ethicality in them, buddy. But it will also inspire them to fight on against the scourge of scopophilia and the virus of voyeurism.

So, yeah, if you spot a copy, grab a read. It coulda done with more corpses, mind you.

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• Headpress CEO Dr David Kerekes is the author of Killing for Culture: Death on Film and the Sizzle of Snuff (Visceral Visions 2012), Mezzogiallo: Ferality. Fetidity. Eastern Europe. (Visceral Visions 2014) and Nekro-Vile: Kandid Konfessions of a Korpse-Kontemplator (TransVisceral Books 2016), among other key transgressive texts.

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