Showing posts with label Policeman. Show all posts
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Monday 23 December 2019

The Hero is a Villain







SISKO: 
Let's think about it. 
A Starfleet security officer is fascinated by a nineteenth century French melodrama, and now he's a leader of the Maquis, a resistance group fighting the noble battle against the evil Cardassians. 

DAX: 
It sounds like he's living out his own fantasy. 

SISKO: 
Exactly. And you know what? 

Les Miserables isn't about The Policeman. 

It's about Valjean, the victim of a monstrous injustice who spends his entire life helping people, making noble sacrifices for others. 

That's how Eddington sees himself. 

He's Valjean, he's Robin Hood, he's a romantic, dashing figure, fighting the good fight against insurmountable odds. 

DAX: 
The secret life of Michael Eddington. 
How does it help us? 

SISKO: 
Eddington is The Hero of His Own Story. 

That makes me The Villain. 

And what is it that every hero wants to do? 


DAX: 
Kill The Bad Guy. 

SISKO: 
That's part of it. 

Heroes only kill when they have to. 

Eddington could have killed me back in the refugee camp or when he disabled the Defiant, 
but in the best melodramas The Villain creates a situation where The Hero is forced to sacrifice himself for The People, for The Cause.

One final grand gesture. 


DAX: 
What are you getting at, Benjamin? 

SISKO: 
I think it's time for me to become The Villain.





“The answer to all of this, everything that we’re talking about, is education into early history. 

Until people understand the Stone Age, the nomadic period, the agrarian era, and how culture, how civilization built up. . . 


In Mesopotamia - the great irrigation projects. Or in Egypt where you had. . . Centralized government authority became necessary to master these. . . 



You had a situation, an environmentally difficult situation like the deserts Mesopotamia, or the peculiar character of Egyptian geography where you can only have a little tiny fertile line along the edges of the Nile. 

Otherwise, desert landscape. 


So [understanding] civilization and authority as not necessarily about power grabbing but about organization to achieve something for the good of the people as a whole. 
Peterson: 
That’s exactly the great symbolism of 
The Great Father. 








Paglia: By reducing all hierarchy to power, and selfish power, is utterly naive. It’s ignorant. 

I say education has to be totally reconstituted, including public education, to begin in the most distant past so our young people today, who know nothing about how the world was created that they inhabit, can understand what a marvelous technological paradise they live in. 

And it’s the product of capitalism, it’s the product of individual innovation. 



Most of it’s the product of a Western tradition that everyone wants to trash now. If you begin in the past and show. . . And also talk about War, because War is the one thing that wakes people up, as we see. 

Peterson: And as we may see. 

Paglia: Yes, War is The Reality Principle. 

My father and five of my uncles went to World War II. 

My father was part of the force that landed in Japan. 

He was a paratrooper at the time of the Japanese surrender. And a couple of uncles got shot up and so on. 

When you have the reality of war, when people see the reality, the horrors of war - Berlin burned to a crisp and so on. 

Starvation and all. . . Then you understand this marvelous mechanism that brings water to the kitchen. 

And you flip on a light and the electricity turns on. 

Peterson: I know, for me, and I suppose it’s because I have somewhat of a depressive temperament. . . 

I mean one thing that staggers me on a consistent basis is the fact that anything •ever• works. 

Because it’s so unlikely, you know, to be in a situation where our electronic communications work, where our electric grid works. And it works all the time, it works one hundred percent of the time. 

And the reason for that is there are mostly men out there who are breaking themselves into pieces, repairing this thing which just falls apart all the time. 

Paglia: Absolutely. I said this in the Munk Debate in Toronto several years ago. All these elitists and professors sneering at men. It’s men who are maintaining everything around us. 

This invisible army which feminists don’t notice. 

Nothing would work if it weren’t for the men. 

Peterson: A professor is someone who’s standing on a hill surrounded by a wall, which is surrounded by another wall, which is surrounded by another wall - it’s walls all the way down - who stands up there and says I’m brave and independent. It’s like, you’ve got this protected area that’s so unlikely - it’s so absolutely unlikely - and the fact that people aren’t on their knees in gratitude all the time for the fact that we have central heating and air conditioning and pure water and reliable food. . . It’s absolutely unbelievable. 

Paglia: Yes, I mean people used to die. . . The water supply was contaminated with cholera for heaven’s sake. People don’t understand. To have clean water, fresh milk, fresh orange juice. All of these things. These are marvels. 

Peterson: And all of the time. 

Paglia: All of the time. Western culture is heading - because we are so dependent on this invisible infrastructure - we’re heading for an absolute catastrophe when jihadists figure out how to paralyze the power grid. The entire culture will be chaotic. You’ll have mobs in the street within three days when suddenly the food supply is interrupted and there’s no way to communicate. 




That is the way Western culture is going to collapse. And it won’t take much. 

Peterson: Single points of failure. 

Paglia: Because we are so interconnected, and now we’re so dependent on communications and computers. . . I used to predict for years it’ll be an asteroid hitting the earth, and then we’ll have another ice age.





Friday 22 November 2019

I Could Not Have Let That Young Man Go


“Say, for instance… most of us here are mostly pretty counter-culture types – y’know, we like our drugs, we like this and that; we like breaking a few rules. 

But we don’t like The Police, in general. 
Who here loves The Police? Hands up.

Nice one! Coz I’m gonna teach you to LOVE The Police.....”


“ARE WE DOING TOO MUCH OR TOO LITTLE?” 
Wonder Woman asked, cradling a dying bird in a dust-bowl landscape. 
“WHEN DOES INTERVENTION BECOME DOMINATION?”

“I CAN ONLY TELL YOU WHAT I BELIEVE, DIANA,” 
Superman replied. 
“HUMANKIND HAS TO BE ALLOWED TO CLIMB TO ITS OWN DESTINY. 
WE CAN’T CARRY THEM THERE.”

Then the Flash countered with: 
“BUT THAT’S WHAT SHE’S SAYING. 
WHAT’S THE POINT? 
WHY SHOULD THEY NEED US AT ALL?”

“TO CATCH THEM IF THEY FALL,” 
said Superman, gazing nobly at the sky. 

Issue no. 1 of the relaunched Justice League of America in 1987 had depicted its characters from an overhead perspective, giving the reader an elevated position that allowed us to look down on a newly humanized and relatable group of individuals.

At my request, Howard Porter drew our first cover shot of the JLA from below, endowing them with the majesty of towering statues on Mount Olympus, putting readers at the level of children gazing up at adults. JLA was a superhero title kids could read to feel grown-up and adults could read to feel young again.”


“Just beyond the railing that keeps cars from rolling over, a Young Man actually clearly about to jump and preparing himself to jump. 
The Police car stopped. 
The Policeman on the right jumps out to grab The Boy, and grabs him just as he jumped and was himself being pulled over, and would have gone over if The Second Cop hadn’t gotten around, grabbed him and pull the two of them back. 

And The Policeman was asked, 
“Why didn’t you let go? 
I mean, you would have lost your life?” 
And you see what had happened to that man, 
this is what’s known as one pointed meditation 
Everything Else in His Life dropped off. 

His Duty to His Family
His Duty to His Job
His Duty to His Own Career

All of his Wishes and Hopes for Life, 
just disappeared and he was about to go. 

And his answer was, 
“I couldn’t let go.
If I had let that Young Man go, 
I could not have lived another Day of My Life.”




JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
The God of Death is The Lord of Sex at the same time.

BILL MOYERS: 
What do you mean?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
It’s a marvelous thing. 

One after another, you can see these gods Ghede, The Death God of the Haitian voodoo, is also The Sex God. 

Wotan had one eye covered and the other uncovered, do you see, and at the same time was The Lord of Life.

Osiris, The Lord of Death and The Lord of The Generation of Life. 

It’s a basic theme: That Which Dies is Born. 
You have to have Death in order to have Life.

Now, this is the origin thought really of the head hunt, in Southeast Asia and particularly in the Indonesian zone. 

The head hunt, right up to now, has been a sacred act, 
it’s a sacred killing: 
Unless there is Death, there cannot be Birth, and a Young Man, before he can be permitted to Marry and Become a Father, must have gone forth and had his kill.

BILL MOYERS: 
What does that say to you?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
Well, that every generation has to die in order that the next generation should come. 
As soon as you beget or give birth to a child, you are the dead one; the child is the new life and you are simply the protector of that new life.

BILL MOYERS: 
Your time has come and you know it.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
Yeah, well, that’s why there is this deep psychological association of begetting and dying.

BILL MOYERS: 
Isn’t there some relationship between what you’re saying and this fact, 
that a father will give his life for his son, 
a mother will give her life for her child?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
There’s a wonderful paper. 

I don’t whether you knew it that I would love to talk to this point there’s a wonderful paper by Schopenhauer, who’s one of my three favorite philosophers, called 
The Foundation of Morality.

There he asks exactly the question that you’ve asked. 

How is it that a human being can so participate in the peril or pain of another, that without thought, spontaneously, he sacrifices his own life to the other? 

How can this happen? 

That what we normally think of as the first law of nature, namely self-preservation, is suddenly dissolved, there’s a breakthrough.

In Hawaii, some four or five years ago, there was an extraordinary adventure that represents this problem. 

There’s a place there called the Pali, where the winds from the north, the trade winds from the north, come breaking through a great ridge of rocks and of mountain, and they come through with a great blast of wind. 

The people like to go up there to get their hair blown around and so forth, or to commit suicide, you know, like jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge. 

Well, a police car was on its way up early, a little road that used to go up there, and they saw just beyond the railing that keeps cars from rolling over, a young man actually clearly about to jump and prepare himself to jump. 

The police car stopped. 

The policeman on the right jumps out to grab the boy, and grabs him just as he jumped and was himself being pulled over, and would have gone over if the second cop hadn’t gotten around, grabbed him and pull the two of them back. 

There was a long description of this, it was a marvelous thing, in the newspapers at that time.

And the policeman was asked, “Why didn’t you let go? I mean, you would have lost your life?” 
And you see what had happened to that man, this is what’s known as one pointed meditation everything else in his life dropped off. His duty to his family, his duty to his job, his duty to his own career, all of his wishes and hopes for life, just disappeared and he was about to go. And his answer was, “I couldn’t let go. If I had,” and I’m quoting almost word for word, “if I’d let that young man go, I could not have lived another day of my life.”

How come? 
Schopenhauer’s answer is, this is the breakthrough of a metaphysical realization that you and the other are one. 
And that the separateness is only an effect of the temporal forms of sensibility of time and space. 
And a true reality is in that unity with all life. 
It is a metaphysical truth that becomes spontaneously realized, because it’s the real truth of your life. 
Now, you might say the hero is the one who has given his physical life, you might say, to some order of realization of that truth. 
It may appear that I’m one with my tribe, or I’m one with people of a certain kind, or I’m one with life. 

This is not a concept; this is a realization, do you see what I mean?

BILL MOYERS: 
No, explain it.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
And the concepts of love your neighbor and all are to put you in tune with that fact, but whether you love your neighbor or not, bing, the thing grabs you and you do this thing. 
You don’t even know who it is. 
That policeman didn’t know who that young man was. 
And Schopenhauer says in small ways you can see this happening every day all the time. 
This is a theme that can be seen moving life in the world, people doing nice things for each other.

BILL MOYERS: 
What do you think has happened to this mythic idea of the hero in our culture today?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
It comes up in an experience. 
I think, I remember during the Vietnam war, seeing on the television the young men in helicopters going out to rescue one of their companions at great risk to themselves. 
They didn’t have to rescue that young man; that’s the same thing working. 
It puts them in touch with the experience of being alive. 
Going to the office every day, you don’t get that experience, but suddenly you’re ripped out into being alive. 
And life is pain and life is suffering and life is horror, but by God, you’re alive and it’s spectacular. And this is a case of being alive, rescuing that young man.

BILL MOYERS: 
But I also know a man who said once, after years of standing on the platform of the subway, 
“I die a little bit down there every day, but I know I’m doing so for my family.” 
There are small acts of heroism that occur without regard to the nobility or the notoriety that you attract for it.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
That’s right, that’s right.

BILL MOYERS: 
And the mother does it by the isolation she endures in behalf of the family, of raising…

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
Motherhood is a sacrifice. 
On our veranda in Hawaii, there are little birds that come that Jean likes to feed. 
And each year there have been one or two mothers, mother birds. 
And if you’ve ever seen a mother bird plagued by her progeny for food, that the mother should regurgitate their meal to them, and the two of them, or five of them in one case, flopping all over this poor little mother, they bigger than she in some cases, you just think, well, this is the symbol of motherhood. 
This is just giving of your substance, every thing, to this progeny.

There should be it in marriage. 

A marriage is a relationship. 

When you make a sacrifice in marriage, you’re not sacrificing to The Other, you’re sacrificing to The Eelationship. 

And this is symbolised, for example, in that Chinese image of the tai chi, the tao, you know, with the dark and the light interacting, it’s a well-known sign. 

That is the relationship of yang and yin, male and female, which is what a marriage is. 

And that’s what you are, you’re no longer This, 
you’re The Relationship. 

And so marriage, I would say, 
is not a love affair, it’s An Ordeal.

BILL MOYERS: 
An ordeal?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
The ordeal is sacrifice of ego to the relationship, of a two-ness which now becomes the one.

BILL MOYERS: 
One not only biologically but spiritually, 
and primarily spiritually.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
Primarily spiritually.

BILL MOYERS: 
But the necessary function of marriage, in order to create our own images and perpetuate ourselves in children, but it’s not the primary one, as you say.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
No, that’s really just the elementary aspect of marriage. 

There are two completely different stages of marriage. 
First is the youthful marriage, following the wonderful impulse, you know, that nature has given us, in the interplay of the sexes biologically. 
And in the reproduction of children. 

But there comes a time when the child graduates from the family, and the family is left. 

I’ve been amazed at the number of my friends who in their forties or fifties go apart, who have had a perfectly decent life together with the child, but they interpreted their union in terms of relationship through the child. 

They did not interpret it in terms of their own personal relationship to each other.

BILL MOYERS: 
Utterly incompatible with the idea of 'Doing One’s Own Thing'?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
It’s not one’s own thing, you see. 
It is in a sense one’s own thing, 
but the one isn’t just you, it’s the two together. 

And that’s a purely mythological image, of the sacrifice of the visible entity for a transcendent unit, cracking eggs to make an omelet, you know? 

And by marrying The Right Person, 
we reconstruct the image of the incarnate god, 
and that’s what marriage is.

BILL MOYERS: 
The right person. How does one choose the right person?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
Your heart tells you; it ought to.

BILL MOYERS: 
Your inner being.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
That’s the mystery.

BILL MOYERS: 
You recognize your other self.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
Well, I don’t know, but there’s a flash that comes and something in you knows that this is the one.

Wednesday 24 July 2019

The Majors Tom : GoatBoy





On December 16, 1961, The World turned upside down and inside out, and I was born, screaming, in America.

CUT: Tower Bridge – The Horse and Rider cross The Bridge, approaching the camera

It was the end of the American Dream, just before we lost our innocence irrevocably, 
and the TV Eye brought the horror of our lives 
into our homes for all to see.


CUT: The rider dismounts upon a cobblestoned street, and leads his horse past the burning shells of televisions.

FX: howling wolves

I was told when I grew up, 
I could be anything I wanted – 
A Fireman, a Policeman, a Doctor. 
Even President, it seemed. 

And for the first time in The History of Mankind, something new called 
an 'Astronaut.'

But like many kids growing up on a steady diet of Westerns, 
I always wanted to be The Cowboy Hero :– 

That Lone Voice in The Wilderness 
fighting Corruption and Evil wherever I found it, 
and standing for Freedom, Truth and Justice.


CUT: The Dark Rider throws a lighted match into an oil drum full of newspapers.


And in my Heart of Hearts, 
I still track the remnants of That Dream, 
wherever I go, 
on my never-ending ride 
into The Setting Sun.