You can’t always get what you want.
:)Wonderful recapitulation!
Given the recent comments above, can a dead man’s penis be brought to erection? In the movie, the guy is unconscious and ball-crushed (I told you, Cannes winner!)* yet there he goes, being masturbated and spouting blood.
I have this feeling that there’s a thread hanging around (started by me?) on the myth/non myth of dead men coming. Ah, so much to know, so little time.
*Never could get these ferners.
The same folk tale is repeated in Napoleon’s Buttons: How 17 Molecules Changed History by Penny Le Couteur and Jay Burreson, which I just read.
I guess they didn’t do it, errr, well.
Well, the zombies just keep coming, do the undead qualify …
According to this recent article (with video), dead alligators can come close.
Now that’s fodder for my next cocktail party. See, it even has its own lead-in.
As another famous once-dead Jew said (perhaps), I very much appreciate being resurrected. Now a new generation can get to read about me coming blood. What luck!
Your cite–which is mandatory clicking for those interested in now-you-see-'em-now-don’t penises (plus, well, Alligator Penises!)–is in general part of research on animal penile switchblades versus penile balloons in general. (You know how when you meet a skin doctor at a cocktail party–say the same one I will attend a mention this alligator fact–you show them a little something on your body to ask about? This woman is a penisologist.)
By coincidence, mind you, a more appropriate thread to continue these lucubrations was also posted by me:
Flaccid-to-erect penises (almost) unique in humans?
(I had an enlightening experience of wading through 248 posts with the search term “flaccid penis” to find that.)
According to this TED talk it might be possible. Viewer disctetion advised.
Mary Roach: 10 things you didn’t know about orgasm
Orgasm or ejaculate?
You can’t get a dead man to have an orgasm, but I’d assume you could make semen come out by pressing on the dead man’s prostate (finger up the corpse’s anus). I know there are people with fetishes about doing this (called “milking”). The penis doesn’t have to be erect for the semen to come out, so assuming the dead man didn’t ejaculate too recently before he died, I don’t see any reason why this same method wouldn’t work on a dead body… it’s my understanding it’s all a matter of pressure squeezing out excess semen. It’s not a nerve/stimulation thing.
But I could be wrong, it’s not something I’ve ever done or had done to me.
Tom Waits, in his song Pasties And A G-String (At The Two O’Clock Club) says:
So there.
Bumped.
Just came across (ahem) this Wiki article: Death erection - Wikipedia
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As another famous once-dead Jew said (perhaps), I very much appreciate being resurrected. Now a new generation can get to read about me coming blood. What luck!../QUOTE]
Once again, with feeling.
A barroom bullshit section in Dublin in 1904 touches on the topic, following a chain of thought on Jews in Ireland–one of whom, Leo Bloom, is standing within earshot. Ignoring a slur (others will follow with more and more violence, from both parties), he continues the discussion and tries to change its tone in his irritating manner, particularly for a bunch of afternoon drunkards. The particular erection mentioned was that of British hanging in 1884 of an Irish political assassin, part of a group known as “the Invincibles.”)
- I’m told those jewies does have a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about I don’t know what all deterrent effect and so forth and so on.
- There’s one thing it hasn’t a deterrent effect on, says Alf.
- What’s that? says Joe.
- The poor bugger’s tool that’s being hanged, says Alf.
- That so? says Joe.
- God’s truth, says Alf. I heard that from the head warder that was in Kilmainham when they hanged Joe Brady, the invincible. He told me.
The distinguished scientist Herr Professor Luitpold Blumenduft tendered medical evidence to the effect that the instantaneous fracture of the cervical vertebrae and consequent scission of the spinal cord would, according to the best approved tradition of medical science, be calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres of the genital apparatus, thereby causing the elastic pores of the corpora cavernosa to rapidly dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood to that part of the human anatomy known as the penis or male organ resulting in the phenomenon which has been denominated by the faculty a morbid upwards and outwards philoprogenitive erection in articulo mortis per diminutionem capitis.
Unless the wedding invitation specifically specifies otherwise, yes.
/Miss Manners
She forgot to mention that it depends on the wedding venue. Outdoors, always; churches, never; other buildings, it depends.
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Which, by mysterious ways, returns in the thoughts and realized imagination of Bloom/Stephen, the all- too-Irish intellectual Stephen Daedalus, who was not in that bar, but hours and hours later in the street outside a brothel after midnight. But he is drunk, however, and at the moment is clearly about to get the crap beaten out of him by two English soldiers.
The “speaking” character–like everyone and everything, including noises, he is working off a script in this particular locale with ensuing stage business indicated–is the title character of a famous Irish ballad, an anonymous rebel hanged by the English during the Irish Rebellion of 1798.
THE CROPPY BOY
Horhot ho hray hor hother’s hest. (He gives up the ghost. A violent erection of the hanged sends gouts of sperm spouting through his deathclothes on to the cobblestones. Mrs Bellingham, Mrs Yelverton Barry and the Honourable Mrs.Mervyn Talboys rush forward with their handkerchiefs to sop it up.)
The three society ladies appeared earlier in brothel accusing Leo–correctly, by all accounts–of peeping at them in the past and thinking naughty thoughts.
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ETA to above: I insert this ETA/hijack because of my indebtedness to my colleague John Gordon, as a cite; his work has consistently–and against vast critical pushback–identified the plain “empirical” evidence of the traditional novel in Joyce.
The makeup of the characters and characterization in this chapter is most often said by critics–and accepted by most readers, naturally enough, trying to make sense of the damn book–by Joyce-as-Narrator, by the “magic realism” of this “hallucinatory” chapter, or, here, Stephen himself (an idea I unfortunately brought in by “Bloom/Stephen”).
The thoughts that prompt this excerpt, no matter how couched–are by Bloom, who remembers the tense confrontation in the bar and this small point where he explained it. Joyce, for his part, reinforces the irony of the anti-Semite chauvinist (and decency of Bloom) accusing a supposed non-Irish interloper: here, in seeing Stephen beaten by the Englishmen, Bloom responds instinctively as an Irish patriot.
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Not even close.
Come again?