Katje & Frenesi

[Terrance]

"At the images she sees in the mirror Katje
also feels a cameraman's pleasure. But knows what he cannot:
that inside herself, enclosed in a soignée surface of dear
fabric and dead cells, she is corruption and ashes, she
belongs in a way none of them can guess cruelly to the
Oven
to Der Kinderofen
" GR.94  


She is dead,  narcissistically enveloped by her own image, she "slides,
slips, squirms, floats, moves deliberately nowhere,
evaporates, re-forms," plays "what ever is expected of her"
she is the personality of pretense and she is all skin and
disease, mirrors and masks, narcissistic voyeur, and most
important I think, is the fact that she "knows her own
precarious thinness, her leukemia of soul and she teases
with it."   

Playing with fire and light and Death. 

Now why did she wear a miniskirt when pants would have been more
practical? 

"I won't come." 
Frenesi to Brock

Go ahead judge them. 

"Look Mommy, I'm putting them in Hell."

Index #45, Jung's papuros