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Thursday 14 February 2019

RING



“Clearly, you’ve never made an omelette.”
- Ultron 

(Who Doesn’t Eat, and was born Yesterday.)

[ So, y’know — neither has he. ]

{ That’s Actually The Joke. }


First you break something,
Then you make a solution,
Then you craft something,
Then you resolve it —
And then you break it again.

And then you have made a RING.














See Doctor Who : The Demons of The Punjab — 
it's not always just a circle
or closed-loop in Space .... 

It's also an Alchemic circle of TIME: • Breaking • Dissolution • Making • Resolution / Coagulation • Breaking • Yasmin Kahn, The Damsel in Our Lady's Fam receives as a bequest from her beloved elderly Granny, a broken wristwatch with a smashed face, who tells her that it was a memento and a wedding present from the time when she was the first woman ever married in Pakistan, a story Yaz has never heard before and realises cannot relate to her Grandfather and the Family History She THINKS she knows — Breaking Yaz then surmises, (correctly, it turns out) that her Granny must have had a secret first marriage, which she knows the date and location for - a village outside of Lahore on Partition Day, 1947, and asks Our Lady, The Doctor for permission to visit that moment in time, and learn the hidden deeper Truth of her family heritage - as such, she and her Fam end up (annonymously or psudononymously participating in the secret marriage, with The Doctor officiatiate between the happy, yet doomed Hindu-Muslim spouses, each stood on either side of the stream which was to become (on that day) the border between the new States of Pakistan and post-Raj India - The Doctor cuts a length of rope, where it falls into The Stream - Disoultion The Bride then retrives the rope from the waters, and requests that her future grand-daughter assist in the traditional Hindu rite of the binding of the spouses hands, which she does - Making Moments earlier, just before The Bride had retrived the rope and made her request, Our Lady had meekly opined "I'm not sure how we formalise this.", and seconds later, the question resolves itself -
Resolution/Coagulation Muslim Brides and Grooms exchange gifts with each other's families, so the Groom removes his treasured wristwatch and hands it to Yaz for safekeeping - recoiling in shock that it is indeed The Same wristwatch which started this whole adventure off in the firstplace, Yaz fumbles the item in her had and drops it, facedown onto the stoney creekbed where it promptly smashes on a rock and ceases to move, frozen at the nuptual sealing moment in time forevermore and sealing The Marriage; a remarkable number of cultures and traditions mark the sealing and solemnising of a marriage ceremony by ritual breakage, the most well-known include the Jewish breaking of a glass (in Schindler's List, they use a lightbulb), or the Greek tradition of the breaking of plates - Breaking And then you have made a RING -- in Time, and Space.

“The story is good enough in itself. 

It is a romance, a fairy-tale for adults, full of life and colour; and it has virtues that would be lost in a summary, though they can be perceived when it is read at length: good scenery, urbane or humorous dialogue, and a skilfully ordered narrative. 

Of this the most notable example is the long Third Part with its interlacing of the hunting-scenes and the temptations. 

By this device all three main characters are kept vividly in view during the three crucial days, while the scenes at home and in the field are linked by the Exchange of Winnings, and we watch the gains of the chase diminish as the gains of Sir Gawain increase and the peril of his testing mounts to a crisis. But all this care in formal construction serves also to make the tale a better vehicle of the ‘moral’ which the author has imposed on his antique material. 

He has re-drawn according to His Own Faith his Ideal of Knighthood, making it Christian Knighthood, showing that the Grace and Beauty of its courtesy (which he admires) derive from The Divine Generosity and grace, Heavenly Courtesy, of which Mary is The Supreme Creation: The Queen of Courtesy, as he calls her in Pearl. 

This he exhibits symbolically in mathematical perfection in the Pentangle, which he sets on Gawain’s shield instead of the heraldic lion or eagle found in other romances. 

But while in Pearl he enlarged His Vision of His Dead Daughter among The Blessed to an allegory of The Divine Generosity, in Sir Gawain he has given Life to his ideal by showing it incarnate in a living person, modified by his individual character, so that we can see A Man trying to work The Ideal out, see its weaknesses (or Man’s weaknesses).





Tuesday 12 February 2019

Fam




Of course! A Gestalt! A Telepathic Gestalt!

THE CHIN: 
Welcome, welcome. 
This is The Gang. 
I've got a Gang. 

AMY: 
With you? They're with you? 
Are they the new Us? 

Is that why we haven't seen you? 

THE CHIN: 
No. 
They're just people. 
They're not Ponds. 

I thought we might need a new gang. 
Not really had a gang before. 
It's new.



'Graham" means 'Grey Haired One". 
That's why Graham is called Graham.
 

Orion is the Youth God of The New Gods and The Fourth World. 
That's why Ryan is called Ryan.


And, he's his own father (kind of)
 
 
'Yasmin' or 'Jasmine' means 'Beautiful Flower.... 
And she's God on Angel
That's why Yaz is called Yaz.











Dr. Disco : 
Just stick one into the Tardis console. 
That'll bring you to me.
The Maid : 
[on monitor]: 
Right.
Dr. Disco : 
And make sure you hang on to the console, otherwise the Tardis will leave you behind.
My Lady : 
So what do we do? 
Doctor? Huh? 
Doctor, what do we do? 

Dr. Disco : 
Nothing.
My Lady :
What?

Dr. Disco : 
We don't do anything. 
I'm sorry, Clara. 
I can't help you.
My Lady : 
Of course you can help.
Dr. Disco : 
The Earth isn't my home. 
The Moon's not my moon. 
Sorry.
My Lady : 
Come on. Hey.
Dr. Disco : 
 Listen, there are moments in every civilisation's history in which the whole path of that civilisation is decided. 

The whole future path. 

 Whatever future humanity might have depends upon the choice that is made right here and right now. 

Now, you've got the tools to kill it. 
You made them. 
You brought them up here all on your own, with your own ingenuity. 

You don't need a Time Lord. 

Kill it. 
Or let it live. 

I can't make this decision for you.
My Lady : 
Yeah, well, I can't make it.
Dr. Disco : 
Well, there's two of you here.
My Lady : 
Well, yeah. 
A school teacher and an astronaut.
Dr. Disco : 
Who's better qualified? 

My Lady : 
I don't know! The President of America. 

Dr. Disco : 
Oh, take something off his plate!
He makes far too many decisions anyway. 

The Widow :
 
She. 

Dr. Disco :
She. Sorry. 

She hasn't even been into space. 
She hasn't been to another planet. 
How would she even know what to do?
My Lady : 
I am asking you for help.
Dr. Disco : 
 Listen, we went to dinner in Berlin in 1937, right? 
We didn't nip out after pudding and kill Hitler. 

I've never killed Hitler. 
And you wouldn't expect me to kill Hitler. 

The Future is no more malleable than The Past.

My Lady : 
Okay, don't you do this to make some kind of point.
 

Dr. Disco :
 Sorry. Well, actually, no, I'm not sorry. 

It's time to take the stabilisers off your bike.
It's your moon, womankind. 
It's your choice. 
 

My Lady : 
And you're just going to stand there?
Dr. Disco : 
Absolutely not.
(The Tardis arrives, and Courtney comes out.)
 

My Lady : 
Doctor? 

Dr. Disco : 
A teenager, an astronaut and a schoolteacher.

The Widow : 
Hang on a minute. We can get in there, can't we? You can sort it out with that thing.
Dr. Disco : 
No. Some decisions are too important not to make on your own.
My Lady : 
Doctor. 
Doctor? 
Doctor!
(The Doctor goes into the Tardis and shuts the door. It dematerialises.)

The Widow :


 Oh, what a prat
.







[Room]
TROI: 
Captain. 


WORF: 
Sir. 


(A well build man with red hair and beard has entered. He stops in front of each of them in turn. Please note this actor really is deaf.


TROI: 
Riva. 


(He goes and stands on his dais. Picard steps forward but is gestured to stop. Two men and a woman in white enter and stand in front of Riva)


WOMAN: 
Please, come closer. Before I start, is there anything you need? Food, refreshments? 


PICARD: 
Thank you, no. 




SCHOLAR: 
(the man in the hat) 
Then proceed. 


PICARD: 
Greetings from the United Federation of Planets. I am Captain Jean Luc Picard, of the USS Enterprise. This is Counsellor Troi. Lieutenant Worf. 


ADONIS: Greetings. 


SCHOLAR: Welcome to Ramatis. 


WOMAN: I have been expecting you. 


ADONIS: You are empathic. 


TROI: Yes. 


(Riva walks towards Troi) 


ADONIS: 
Then although you already know my feelings toward you, allow me to put them into words. 
I am looking forward to this journey, now more than ever, because it gives me the chance to be in your company. 


TROI: 
I am flattered. I too am look forward to learning more about you. 


(Riva goes back to his dais) 


PICARD: 
There are aspects to Riva of which we have not been informed. 


WOMAN: 
Precisely. Our way of communicating has developed over the centuries and its one that I find quite harmonious. 


PICARD: 
Then Riva the mediator... 


WOMAN: ..is deaf. 

PICARD: Deaf? 


WOMAN: Born, and hope to die. 


PICARD: And the three of you speak for him? 


CHORUS: Yes. 



SCHOLAR: 
We serve as translators. We convey not only his thoughts, but his emotional intent as well. I am the Scholar. I represent the intellect, and speak in matters of judgement, philosophy, logic. Also, I am the dreamer, the part that longs to see the beauty beyond the truth which is always the first duty of art. I am the poet who ...



ADONIS: 
Artists, they tend to ramble, neglect the moment. I am passion, the libido. I am the anarchy of lust, the romantic and the lover. I am also the warrior, the perfect line which never wavers. 




WOMAN: 
I am that which binds all the others together. I am harmony, wisdom, balance. 


PICARD: 
Remarkable. And so these...


(Riva steps forward, angry) 


SCHOLAR: Speak to me! 


PICARD: What? 


SCHOLAR: Speak directly to me. 


PICARD: The uniqueness of this presentation provoked this inadvertent breach in protocol. No insult was intended. 


SCHOLAR: Then none is perceived. 


PICARD: I'm curious about how this rare form of communication came about. 


WOMAN: The gene for hearing is not present in my planet's ruling line. 


SCHOLAR: Not that unusual, indeed it is similar to the House of Hanover of your planet Earth, all who had haemophilia. Or the leaders of Fendaus Five, who were without limbs. 


WOMAN: Many of the galaxy's greatest contributors have been similarly special. 


SCHOLAR: My Chorus is so attuned, they can hear my thoughts and translate to you. It is a relationship which goes back for centuries. Their ancestors provided the same service to my ancestors. 


TROI: Your method of communication is most elegant and quite beautiful. 


ADONIS: It takes a fine mind to realise that, Counsellor Troi. 


TROI: This part of you doesn't speak very often. 


ADONIS: Only when the spirit moves me.

PICARD: Riva, if you are ready, the situation at Solais Five is very critical. We should not delay. 


SCHOLAR: Very well. 


WORF: With your permission, Captain. 


PICARD: Make it so, Mister Worf. 


WORF: Enterprise, this is the away team. Seven to beam up.
[Bridge]
O'BRIEN [OC]: Commander Riker. The away team, plus four, is on board. 

RIKER: Acknowledged. Ensign, set your course for Solais Five. 


WESLEY: Course is set. 


RIKER: Velocity, warp eight. 


WESLEY: Warp eight, aye. 


RIKER: Engage, Ensign. 


WESLEY: Yes, sir. 


(The party enters the Bridge) 


RIKER: What is this? 


PICARD: Riva is deaf. These three speak for him. Treat them as interpreters. Address yourselves directly to Riva. Now, may I present my First Officer. 


SCHOLAR: First, Captain, may I say it is an honour to be on board such a fine vessel. Now, please, continue with the introductions. 


PICARD: This is my First Officer, Commander Riker. 


SCHOLAR: It is an honour to meet you. 


(Riva places his right hand in the centre of Riker's chest) 


PICARD: Lieutenant Commander Data. 


SCHOLAR: It is a pleasure to meet such a unique individual. 


DATA: Thank you. 


PICARD: Lieutenant La Forge. 


LAFORGE: It is my pleasure to meet you, sir. 


WOMAN: What is that you're wearing? 


LAFORGE: A visor. It interprets the electromagnetic spectrum and then carries the readings to my brain. 


WOMAN: And without it, can you see? 


LAFORGE: Without it I'm as blind as a stump. 


WOMAN: Then your visor serves the same function as my Chorus, which interprets my thoughts and translates them into sound? 


LAFORGE: Yes. 


SCHOLAR: And you don't resent it? 


LAFORGE: The visor or being blind? 


SCHOLAR: Either. 


LAFORGE: No, since they're both part of me, and I really like who I am, there's no reason for me to resent either one. 


SCHOLAR: What is your position on the ship? 


LAFORGE: I'm the Chief Engineer, sir.


WOMAN: It's a blessing to understand we are special, each in his own way. 


LAFORGE: Yes. Yes, that's the way I feel exactly. 


PICARD: I offer the hospitality of my vessel. And at your convenience, there is a briefing on the Solari wars. If you wish, I'll have you conducted to your quarters. 


WOMAN: Thank you. 


ADONIS: Perhaps, if it is not inconvenient, Counsellor Troi could escort me. With your permission. 


TROI: This way. 


(Troi leaves with Riva and the Adonis) 


RIKER: What about you? 


WOMAN: At times like this, we become an encumbrance. 


SCHOLAR: So, if you have rooms for us?

PICARD: Lieutenant Worf will escort you. 


RIKER: 
Riva's not what I expected.












Monday 21 January 2019

WPC : Yaz and The Rize of The British Policewoman


"Grown-ups really shouldn't need to call The Internet Police to sort it out for them."

Les Miserables isn't 
about The Policeman.




Jamie :
So, you’re sort of like a  — 
World Secret Police..?

Brig. Lethbridge-Stewart :
Well, no, we don’t actually arrest people — we just investigate.



[Call centre / Tardis] 

POLLY: 
UK Security Helpline. 
This is Polly. How can I help?

Our Lady : 
I'm sorry, what? 

POLLY: 
UK Security Helpline. 
How can I help?

Our Lady : 
Get me Kate Stewart at UNIT. 
This is a code zero emergency.

POLLY :
I don't know what that is, I'm afraid. 
Which organisation did you say?

Our Lady : 
UNIT. Unified Intelligence Taskforce. 
This is incredibly urgent. 
The fate of the entire planet is at stake.

POLLY: 
Checking for you. 
Oh, I'm so sorry. 

UNIT operations have been suspended pending review. 

Our Lady : 
What? No, it can't have been. 

UNIT is a fundamentally vital protection for planet Earth against alien invasion.

POLLY: 
Yes, but when did that last happen?

Our Lady : 
Now! Right now!
What happened to it?

POLLY: 
Just checking. 

All UNIT operations were put on hold following financial disputes and subsequent funding withdrawal by the UK's major international partners.


Our Lady : 
You're kidding. 

POLLY: 
Other Armed Forces are available if you can answer a couple of questions to help me best direct your call.

(The Doctor ends the call.)

Our Lady : 
We're on our own. 



The Austro-Hungarian Empire was the ideal model of a Police State.

It copied (and perfected) the French model refined during the Revolutionary, Napoleonic and post-Napoleonic eras.

It was said of the Hapsburg Empire of Prince Metternich, it was maintained by —

A Standing Army of Soldiers

A Sitting Army of Bureaucrats

A Kneeling Army of Priests 

and 

A Creeping Army of Informants




This is why I am so interested by the timeliness of the new BBC adaptation of Les Miserables 



And, by Bane knitting —




The Colourful Jester : 
It is a far, far better thing that I do than I have ever done. 
It is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known...
 
(Mel comes running in

MEL: 
Never mind the Sydney Carton heroics!
You're not signing on as a martyr yet. 

The Colourful Jester :
Go away, Mel. Go away. 

MEL: 
That trial was an illusion...!

(The tumbril vanishes and the Doctor falls onto the cobblestones.)
 

The Colourful Jester :
Ow! You've ruined everything!






Run, You Brilliant Girl —

and

BE A DOCTOR



A young Police Constable approaches two squabbling women. Her attitude to policing seems to channel Sgt Cawood from Happy Valley.

SONIA: 
She smashed it with a hammer!

JANEY: 
Cos you keyed me nearside door!

SONIA: 
Because you parked in my spot!

JANEY: 
It's not your spot. 
There are no spots.

YAZ: 
Ladies, please! 
Thank you. 

Can I suggest a simple solution? 

 “ Never Ask for Permission, It’s a Complete Waste of Time. ” 
— Tony Benn 

You pay for her cracked window,
 you pay for her scratched door, 
and we all agree that parking round here is a nightmare —

But that grown-ups really shouldn't need to call The Police to sort it out for them. 

Now, if we're all agreed on that, 
there's no need for me to take any further Police Action and we can all get on with our lives. 

What do you reckon?

[Police car / Police station]

YASMIN: 
I'm just saying,  
I am capable of more 
 than parking disputes.

RAMESH: 
And I keep telling you, 
Don't run before you can walk. 

You're a probationer, Yaz. 
Learn The Basics.

From Who? (See What I Did There..?)  
— She was sent out to attend the parking incident solo, so she already  knows “The Basics of Routine Community-Policing”, well enoughto do it unsupervised, without additional officers or back-up, whilst sleep-walking underwater, and with the lights off for the entire street, as well as the next 3 streets on either side. 

She Doesn’t Need Supervision
And They Know That.
Because She’s unpartnered — and out there on her own.

YAZ : 
I want to do more

Can you not get them to give me something that'll test me? 

Something a bit different.

RAMESH: 
There is something that just came in....
If you want ‘different’....


“For a over a Thousand Generations, The Jedi Knights were the Guardians of Peace and Justice in The Old Republic —”

“We Can Only Protect You;
We Can’t Fight a War for a You.”

“We’re Not Soldiers.”


“Before The Dark Times —

Before The Empire.


But There are Alternatives to Fighting.

You Must Face Darth Vader, Again.




BILL MOYERS: 
We downloaded something from your Web site the other day and there you were talking about how you wanted the Jedi to be more than just fighters. 

You wanted them to be “spiritual,” but you didn’t say what you meant by that?


GEORGE LUCAS: 
Well, I — I guess they’re like ultimate father figures or negotiators

And — and at this point in time they are — 

They’re sent out to negotiate a — a deal.


They help to put forth answers where people are in the middle of a dispute.




GEORGE LUCAS: 
They’re aren’t an aggressive force at all. 
They try to — Conflict Resolution, I guess, is what you might — 


Intergalactic Therapists.


“This is an Unexpected Move for Her — it’s too aggressive.


Ah,
1985 :