another slice of life

Cored apple • click to embiggenI recently wrote about the multiple truth(s) and meaning(s) that could be found in pictures. Not specifically mentioned in that entry was the power of subliminal suggestion that might also be found in pictures (or cause a picture to be made) - subliminal suggestion(s) which is created by the use of signs / signifiers (things that stand for / represent something). Or, to put it another way, semiology / semiotics - the use of signs in the construction of meaning.

That said, the remains of a cored apple pictured above could well have been created (by the wife) as the result of the power of subliminal suggestion - Hugo (my just-turned-5 grandson - the son of Cinemascapist) was here all weekend and at various times he was given to singing one of his newest favorite ditties by the Asylum Street Spankers (his newest favorite group):

Scrotum, Scrotum,
It's my wrinkly, crinkly bag of skin.
Scrotum, Scrotum,
It's the thing I keep my testes in.
Well it's wrinkly and it's crinkly and it's covered with hair
and I don't know what I'd do if it was not there.
Oh, scrotum, scrotum,
It's my wrinkly, crinkly bag of skin.

Now, I would estimate that the wife and I heard this set of lyrics about 20x over the weekend - to include more than a few playings of the CD. So it came as no big surprise that I found this visual arrangement sitting on a cutting board on Monday morning. And, thinking under the influence of Hugo's serenading, I couldn't help seeing it as, well - Scrotum, scrotum, it's my ....

But, it wasn't until after making and viewing the picture that I started to think that maybe the wife was sending me a subliminal message (subliminally, of course). That said, and getting back to the idea of multiple meanings that might be found in a picture, I didn't even want to think about what the knife might mean. I don't think that she was mad at me.

And, BTW, guess what little ditty I can't get out of my head.

Comments

[Gordon McGregor]

Dirty Ditties is a great album. Been lucky enough to see the Asylum Street Spankers live a couple of times here in Austin. Always a fun night.

I remember trying to teach that song to our friend's youngest, in the hope that scrotum might be his first word. Not sure he was allowed out without his mother's supervision for a few more years after that trip.

[the wife]

sometimes, a person just cuts half an apple for that person's oatmeal.

[Jimmi Nuffin]

A core is a core,
of course of course,
and no one can cut to the core
of course,
that is of course,
unless the core is
shameless and misread!