What is it about people eating flowers? Ludicrous and savage, people eating flowers look like crazy angels, gently violent.
From Katherine Mansfield's flagrant-fragrant short story, "The Carnation":
On those hot days Eve—snuffed it, twirled it in her fingers, laid it against her cheek, Katie's neck with it, and ended, finally, by pulling it to pieces and eating it, petal by petal. “Roses are delicious, my dear Katie,” she would say, standing in the dim cloak room, with a strange decoration of flowery hats on simply divine! They taste like fluttering among those huge, strange flower heads on the wall behind her.(Read the whole slightly strange story here.)
|From the 1968 film Fando Y Lis, directed by Alejandro Jodorowsky|
From D.H. Lawrence's Sons and Lovers (online version available here):
The beauty of the night made him want to shout. A half-moon, dusky gold, was sinking behind the black sycamore at the end of the garden, making the sky dull purple with its glow. Nearer, a dim white fence of lilies went across the garden, and the air all round seemed to stir with scent, as if it were alive. He went across the bed of pinks, whose keen perfume came sharply across the rocking, heavy scent of the lilies, and stood alongside the white barrier of flowers. They flagged all loose, as if they were panting. The scent made him drunk. He went down to the field to watch the moon sink under.
A corncrake in the hay-close called insistently. The moon slid quite quickly downwards, growing more flushed. Behind him the great flowers leaned as if they were calling. And then, like a shock, he caught another perfume, something raw and coarse. Hunting round, he found the purple iris, touched their fleshy throats and their dark, grasping hands. At any rate, he had found something. They stood stiff in the darkness. Their scent was brutal. The moon was melting down upon the crest of the hill. It was gone; all was dark. The corncrake called still.
Breaking off a pink, he suddenly went indoors.
"Come, my boy," said his mother. "I'm sure it's time you went to bed."
He stood with the pink against his lips.
"I shall break off with Miriam, mother," he answered calmly.
She looked up at him over her spectacles. He was staring back at her, unswerving. She met his eyes for a moment, then took off her glasses. He was white. The male was up in him, dominant. She did not want to see him too clearly.
"But I thought—" she began.
"Well," he answered, "I don't love her. I don't want to marry her—so I shall have done."
"But," exclaimed his mother, amazed, "I thought lately you had made up your mind to have her, and so I said nothing."
"I had—I wanted to—but now I don't want. It's no good. I shall break off on Sunday. I ought to, oughtn't I?"
"You know best. You know I said so long ago."
"I can't help that now. I shall break off on Sunday."
"Well," said his mother, "I think it will be best. But lately I decided you had made up your mind to have her, so I said nothing, and should have said nothing. But I say as I have always said, I DON'T think she is suited to you."
"On Sunday I break off," he said, smelling the pink. He put the flower in his mouth.
Unthinking, he bared his teeth, closed them on the blossom slowly, and had a mouthful of petals. These he spat into the fire, kissed his mother, and went to bed.
|a Marcus and Mert photograph for a 2010 Vogue editorial|
|Scarlett Johansson photographed by Mario Testino|
From the 1983 film Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence (directed by Nagisa Oshima). Right before this scene, David Bowie's character says, "I've tried the manju, and I've tried the flowers, and I think the flowers taste better."
|Just look at how those incisors slice that thing.|
Burson Fouch (Dick Miller) in the The Little Shop of Horrors, saying: "I've got to go home. My wife's making gardenias for dinner."
Below, a Gif from the highly manic and rather gross graveyard flower-eating scene in Holy Motors (Mr. Merde), directed Leos Carax (with Denis Lavant as Mr. Merde):
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