Fresh Feather to Free Feather

Lovers of a feather

This is the love story of two people who cross all limits of moderation or even intensity to reach beyond into the land where suffering becomes pleasurable, where dependence becomes bliss because submission is real happiness. They get and find their inspiration in real life for sure but also in their culture deeply animated by all kinds of blood sacrifices from Jesus to the Incas, from Isaac to the Mayas.

These two, a man and a woman, do not believe one moment they are perverse or abnormal. They are just doing to each other and to some other more or less, often less, consenting actors what they see going on in all war zones. For them life is a war and living is survival, a constant battle against forces that want their doom, their end, their death.

For them, both of them who are both dominant and submissive, master and slave or mistress and slave, suffering is an offering to the person you love, to the person who loves you. It is an honor just like it was for Jesus to die for his father and for the sacrificed young men to die for their Sun god, the sun god of the Mayas or the Aztecs.

Enter that deep jungle of sorrowful pleasure and blissful pain.

Jacques COULARDEAU

Olliergues, November 13, 2014

This book, this story has been so hard and so long to come out of my mind! The matter and the flesh of it was too close to my life, my real life, the life I must have had somewhere in this world so many years ago. The flesh I said, indeed. The pith and marrow of my bones and brain, the very blood of my own heart pumped in and out of my mind’s eye and dumped on the page, wrought in the shape of a cast-iron motto hanging at the gates of camps I visited more than forty years ago in Buchenwald and Ravensbrück haunting me since then with the hot sweat of any human intercourse.

ARBEIT MACHT FREI.

I have loved life so much that I am ready to die for it, ready to let my life die to save cosmic eternity. But after so many years of love and hatred equally balanced in our daily survival that is like a never-ending birth of death itself in a world that reeks like open tombs in a haunted cemetery; after so many years sipping at…