DOVETALES
               With Mishana Hosseinioun
                
                 Photo(s) by  
Luke Thomas
               
              November 1, 2006
               
              BOOlogy!
              By Mishana 
                Hosseinioun 
              The extent to which love is rooted in sheer terror and dread 
                might spook us. It is all that haunts us well into the night, 
                causes our hair to stand on end, our heart to race, and wrenches 
                our guts, that makes Halloween so eerily similar to Valentine's 
                Day. 
              Dressing to impress, knocking on doors, bartering chocolate, 
                uttering those three hallowed words-trick-or-treat-the parallels 
                are uncanny. We have learned that donning a costume or hiding 
                behind a revolting rubber mask is our instant ticket to a sugary 
                reward. 
              Lovers, too, readily wear pokerfaced expressions in an attempt 
                to desperately conceal traces of their untamed flame brimming 
                below. Hide and Seek, then it seems, is perhaps not just a children's 
                game, but rather the mantra we live and love by.  
              Such is the ironic claim supported by Adam 
                Phillips in Houdini's Box, which examines the vicissitudes 
                of the art of escape. 
              Contrary to conventional thought, we often turn our backs on 
                that which we desire most, perhaps so that we may have an excuse 
                to mentally ruminate over the object in question, especially in 
                our darkest and loneliest hours. In other words, by distancing 
                ourselves from the much sought after target, we manufacture a 
                gulf in our psyche, which, with every passing moment thirsts more 
                and more to be filled. 
              It is that very inclination toward flight that serves to stir 
                the embers of our passion even further and to prolong within us 
                the tension that is central to kindling the flame of love. 
              The phenomenon of escape in romance is also tantamount to the 
                equivalent of a nice and satisfying 'runners high,' but never 
                without simultaneously entailing a painful chase. When one runs 
                away, it is practically an open call to all ravenous predators-an 
                invitation to be hunted and have one's heart eaten out. In the 
                end, the wells of our passion are also what potentially threaten 
                to drown us.  
              Coincidentally, the serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer was not unfamiliar 
                with the intimate kinship between love, death and consumption-a 
                connection, which possibly explains the kitsch mania surrounding 
                commercial holidays. Dahmer dismembered, and literally consumed 
                his victims, all with the skilled precision of a lover. 
              Like a magician, Dahmer performed the quintessential disappearing 
                act of death upon his subjects. He delicately took in the flesh 
                of his male and predominantly African American and Asian victims, 
                morsel by morsel, in the ultimate achievement of interpenetration 
                and oneness. He would not settle, like the rest of 'consumerist' 
                society, on candy and bubbly greeting cards to demonstrate his 
                affection. He had a rare gift to unconditionally worship every 
                mole, every marginalized dark or pasty skin, every revolting intestine 
                of the other, and was never the least bit apologetic for his epicurean 
                audacity. 
              Like a crazed Da Vinci, Dahmer even took to meticulously imaging 
                and scientifically chronicling the every innards, twists and turns 
                of the human bodies he dissected-crafting Hallmark cards, one 
                could say, in his own way.  
              When another famed cannibal, the German, Armin Meiwes, received 
                an overwhelming response to his online ads soliciting individuals 
                willing to be killed and eaten by him, the prospect sent chills 
                down the spine of a nation and eventually, the globe. The desire 
                to be eaten, however, is not far removed from that of wanting 
                to be loved, lock, stock, and barrel; in this sense, love and 
                passion are also strangely tied up with the notion of disappearance, 
                and hence escape-a balance which Houdini was able to strike masterfully 
                by vicariously leading his open-mouthed audience to the brink 
                of death and back through his death defying showmanship. 
              Love, it appears, is our escape and escape, our great love. Whether 
                we gasp at the sight of a ghost made of bed sheets or stand breathless 
                before our beloved, our gut instinct will instruct us all the 
                same: RUN!  
               
              Mishana Hosseinioun is the Program Director of International 
                Convention on Human Rights (ICHR), a non-profit dedicated to drafting 
                a legally enforceable international human rights document. She 
                is a longstanding intern in Mayor Gavin Newsom's office in San 
                Francisco and a recent graduate of Rhetoric and Near Eastern Studies 
                from the University of California, Berkeley. Email Mishana at 
                Mishana@ichr.org 
               
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