Tuesday, 17 December 2019

CARNIVAL



carnival (n.)

From older Italian forms such as Milanese *carnelevale, Old Pisan carnelevare "to remove meat," literally "raising flesh," Folk etymology is from Medieval Latin carne vale " 'flesh, farewell!' "



 Show Me Your Warrior Fierceness










It's not funny.
I heard this song on the radio the other day.
And the guy was singing, that his name was 'Carnival.'



Arthur.


It's just crazy, because that's My Clown Name. 
At work.
But until a while ago it was like nobody ever saw me.
Even I didn't know if I really existed.


Arthur, I have some bad news for you.


You don't listen, do you?
I don't think you ever really hear me.
You just ask the same questions every week :

"How was your job?"
"Are you having any negative thoughts?"

All I have are negative thoughts.
But you don't listen.

Anyway, I said, for my whole life
I didn't know if I even really existed.

But I do.
And people are starting to notice.


They've cut our funding.
We're closing down our offices next week.
The City's cut funding across the board, 
Social Services is part of that.

This is the last time we will be meeting.

Okay.


They don't give a shit about People Like You, Arthur.
And they really don't give a shit about people like me, either.


Oh, fuck.
How am I supposed to get my medication now?
Who do I talk to?



I'm sorry, Arthur.


Everything is Duel



OLIVER :
I’m Going to Kill You, You Know.

THE SHADOW KING :
Finally!









IV. THE PRINCIPLE OF POLARITY. 

"Everything is Dual; everything has poles; everything has its pair of opposites; like and unlike are the same; opposites are identical in nature, but different in degree; extremes meet; all truths are but half-truths; all paradoxes may be reconciled." - The Kybalion. 


This Principle embodies the truth that "everything is dual"; "everything has two poles"; "everything has its pair of opposites," all of which were old Hermetic axioms. 

It explains the old paradoxes, that have perplexed so many, which have been stated as follows: 

"Thesis and antithesis are identical in nature, but different in degree"; 
"opposites are the same, differing only in degree"; "the pairs of opposites may be reconciled"; "extremes meet"; "everything is and isn't, at the same time"; "all truths are but half-truths"; "every truth is half-false"; "there are two sides to everything," etc., etc., etc. It explains that in everything there are two poles, or opposite aspects, and that "opposites" are really only the two extremes of the same thing, with many varying degrees between them To illustrate: Heat and Cold, although "opposites," are really the same thing, the differences consisting merely of degrees of the same thing. Look at your thermometer and see if you can discover where "heat" terminates and "cold" begins! There is no such thing as "absolute heat" or "absolute cold"-the two terms "heat" and "cold" simply indicate varying degrees of the same thing, and that "same thing" which manifests as "heat" and "cold" is merely a form, variety, and rate of Vibration. So "heat" and "cold" are simply the "two poles" of that which we call "Heat"-and the phenomena attendant thereupon are manifestations of the Principle of Polarity. The same principle manifests in the case of "Light and Darkness," which are the same thing, the difference consisting of varying degrees between the two poles of the phenomena. Where does "darkness" leave off, and "light" begin? What is the difference between "Large and Small"? Between "Hard and Soft"? Between "Black and White"? Between "Sharp and Dull"? Between "Noise and Quiet"? Between "High and Low"? Between "Positive and Negative"? The Principle of Polarity explains these paradoxes, and no other Principle can supersede it. The same Principle operates on the Mental Plane. Let us take a radical and extreme example that of "Love and Hate," two mental states apparently totally different. And yet there are degrees of Hate and degrees of Love, and a middle point in which we use the terms "Like or Dislike," which shade into each other so gradually that sometimes we are at a loss to know whether we "like" or "dislike" or "neither." And all are simply degrees of the same thing, as you will see if you will but think a moment. And, more than this (and considered of more importance by the Hermetists), it is possible to change the vibrations of Hate to the vibrations of Love, in one's own mind, and in the minds of others. Many of you, who read these lines, have had personal experiences of the involuntary rapid transition from Love to Hate, and the reverse, in your own case and that of others. And you will therefore realize the possibility of this being accomplished by the use of the Will, by means of the Hermetic formulas. "Good and Evil" are but the poles of the same thing, and the Hermetist understands the art of transmuting Evil into Good, by means of an application of the Principle of Polarity. In short, the "Art of Polarization" becomes a phase of "Mental Alchemy" known and practiced by the ancient and modern Hermetic Masters. An understanding of the Principle will enable one to change his own Polarity, as well as that of others, if he will devote the time and study necessary to master the art. 


V. THE PRINCIPLE OF RHYTHM. "Everything flows, out and in; everything has its tides; all things rise and fall; the pendulum-swing manifests in everything; the measure of the swing to the right is the measure of the swing to the left; rhythm compensates."-The Kybalion.

LEGEND



History became Legend, 
Legend became Myth

And Some Things That Should Not Have Been Forgotten were lost.


Bollandist Hippolyte Delehaye describes a legend (as compared to a fable, myth, or tale) thus: 

“The Legend, on the other hand, has, of necessity, some historical or topographical connection. 

It refers imaginary events to some real personage
or it localises romantic stories in some definite spot. 

Thus one may speak of 
The Legend of Alexander or of Caesar.

Hagiography (accounts of the lives of saints) is not intended to be history, but aims at edification, and sometimes incorporates subjective elements along with facts.

Legends presuppose an historical fact as basis or pretext.  

This historical fact may be modified by popular imagination.  

“Both elements maybe combined in very unequal proportions, and according as the preponderance is to be found on the side of fact or on that of fiction, the narrative may be classed as history or as legend.”

The legenda (literally, 'that which is for reading') included facts which were historically genuine, as well as narrative which Christians now class as unhistorical legend



Bruce Wayne : 
You're vigilantes.

Henri Ducard :
No, no, no.
A vigilante is just a man lost in the scramble for his own gratification.
He can be destroyed or locked up.
But if you make yourself more than just a man...if you devote yourself to an ideal...
...and if they can't stop you...
...then you become something else entirely.

Bruce Wayne : 
Which is?

Henri Ducard :
Legend, Mr. Wayne.


[meeting someone introduced as Ra's al Ghul] 

Bruce Wayne :
You're not Ra's al Ghul. 
I watched him die.

Henri Ducard : 
[from behind Bruce Wayne]  
But is Ra's al Ghul immortal?

[Bruce turns around to face Ducard] 

Henri Ducard : 
Are his methods supernatural?

Bruce Wayne : 
[to Ducard]  
Or cheap parlor tricks to conceal your true identity, "Ra's"?

Henri Ducard :
Surely, a man who spends his nights scrambling over the rooftops of Gotham wouldn't begrudge me dual identities?

Bruce Wayne : 
I saved your life.

Henri Ducard :
I warned you about compassion, Bruce.

Papa's Goods





And There's Injustice.
Living with that much Injustice from 
The Person Who was Supposed to Represent -- 

He's The One Who Tells You What the World is Going to Think of You.

And if He tells you you're bad -- 

That, forever –


Do You Really Want to Fuck a Priest, or Do You Want Really Want To Fuck God....?

Is that possible...?!

Oh, Yes....











ANDOR: 
You had better be right, Neeva, 
because Servant of Xoanon or not, a
if we fail, I will kill you. 

NEEVA: 
Xoanon has promised us victory. 

ANDOR: 
No. He has promised you
And you have promised us.

[Outside Xoanon's shrine]

(Where Leela cut through the wall fabric.) 

DOCTOR: (sotto) 
I must examine those relics. 

LEELA: (sotto) 
The Village was dangerous enough, but the shrine of Xoanon?


[Xoanon's shrine]

(The Doctor watches, unseen.) 
NEEVA: 
Speak to me, Xoanon, that I may know your will. 
Speak, Xoanon. Speak. 

WARRIOR [OC]: 
Shaman Neeva! 
It's time to leave! 

NEEVA: 
I'm coming. 

WARRIOR: 
Andor asks that you do not delay. 

NEEVA: 
I said I'm coming! 

(Neeva puts his spacesuit back on its stand, puts on another coat made of old bits of spaceship and a helmet fashioned from a spacesuit glove.)

[Outside Xoanon's shrine]

DOCTOR: 
I like the hat. 
Very fetching. 

LEELA: 
That was 
The Hand of Xoanon. 

DOCTOR: 
That was an armoured space glove, or what was left of one.

[Meeting room]

ANDOR: 
The attack must begin at once. 

NEEVA: 
Xoanon has spoken. 
We shall not fail.

[Xoanon's shrine]

DOCTOR: 
It's all clear. 

(He goes to the tables of relics.

DOCTOR: 
Amazing. You know, I had a feeling --
I had a feeling that Neeva was actually expecting to hear an answer to his prayer. 

LEELA: 
There wouldn't be much point in praying if he didn't. 

DOCTOR: 
I could quote you a few theologians who'd give you an argument on that
He was listening. 

FUGITIVE










[Captain's mess]

BELE: Putting the matter into the hands of your Starfleet Command is, of course, the proper procedure. How long will it be before we hear from them, Captain? 

KIRK: I expect the answer is already on its way. 

BELE: Well, then, let us drink to their wise solution to our problem. 

KIRK: Let's do that. 
SPOCK: Commissioner, Starfleet Command may not arrive at the solution you anticipate. There is the matter of the shuttlecraft which Lokai appropriated. The interrogation of that matter may be of paramount importance to Starfleet. 
BELE: Gentlemen, we are discussing a question of degree. Surely, stealing a shuttlecraft cannot be equated with the importance of murdering thousands of people. 
SPOCK: We do not know that Lokai has done that. 
BELE: One thing we are agreed on is that Lokai is a criminal. 
KIRK: No, Commissioner. The one thing we're agreed upon is that Lokai took a shuttlecraft. 
(Intercom whistle) 
KIRK: Excuse me. 
UHURA [OC]: Uhura to Captain Kirk. 
KIRK: Kirk here. 
UHURA [OC]: I have a communication from Starfleet Command, sir. 
KIRK: Yes, read it.

[Bridge]

UHURA: Starfleet Command extends greetings to Commissioner Bele of the planet Cheron. His urgent request to be transported to his planet with the man he claims prisoner has been taken under consideration.

[Captain's mess]

UHURA [OC]: It is with great regret that we cannot honour that request. Intergalactic treaty clearly specifies that no being can be extradited without due process. In view of the circumstances, we have no doubt that after a hearing at Starbase, Commissioner Bele will be permitted to retain his prisoner and be provided transportation 
KIRK: That's enough. Thank you. 
BELE: As always, Lokai has managed to gain allies. 
KIRK: Now, wait a minute, Commissioner, 
BELE: Even if they don't recognise themselves as being such. Yes, he will evade, delay, and escape again and in the process put thousands of innocent beings at each other's throats, getting them to kill and maim for a cause which they have no stake in, but which he will force them to violently espouse by twisting their minds with his lies, his loathsome accusations and his foul threats. 
KIRK: I can assure you, Commissioner, that our minds will not be twisted, not by Lokai, nor by you. 
BELE: It is obvious to the most simpleminded that Lokai is of an inferior breed. 
SPOCK: The obvious visual evidence, Commissioner, is that he is of the same breed as yourself. 
BELE: Are you blind, Commander Spock? Well, look at me. Look at me! 
KIRK: You're black on one side and white on the other. 
BELE: I am black on the right side. 
KIRK: I fail to see the significant difference. 
BELE: Lokai is white on the right side. All of his people are white on the right side. 
SPOCK: Commissioner, perhaps the experience of my own planet Vulcan may set an example of some value to you. Vulcan was in danger of being destroyed by the same conditions and characteristics which threaten to destroy Cheron. We were once a people like yourselves, wildly emotional, often committed to irrationally opposing points of view, leading, of course, to death and destruction. Only the discipline of logic saved my planet from extinction. 
BELE: Commander Spock, I am delighted that Vulcan was saved, but you cannot expect Lokai and people like him to act with self-discipline any more than you can expect a planet to stop orbiting its sun. 
KIRK: Let Lokai state his grievances. Hear him, listen to him. Maybe he can change. Maybe he wants to change his image. 
BELE: He cannot change. 
SPOCK: Change is the essential process of all existence. For instance, the people of Cheron must have once been mono-coloured. 
BELE: You mean like both of you? 
KIRK: There must have been a time, long ago no doubt, when that was true. 
(Intercom whistle)
KIRK: Excuse me. Kirk here. 
SCOTT [OC]: We're orbiting Ariannus, sir.
 
KIRK: Very good. Commence decontamination procedures when ready. Advise when complete. 

SCOTT [OC]: At once, sir. Scott out. 

BELE: I once heard that on some of your planets people believe they are descended from apes. 

SPOCK: The actual theory is that all life-forms evolved from the lower levels to the more advanced stages.

Monday, 16 December 2019

Lando Calrissian









Don't compare yourself with Other People

Compare yourself with Who You Were Yesterday

No one gets away with anything, EVER —

So Take Responsibility for Your Own Life


"No reason to get excited," The Thief he kindly spoke - 

"There are many here among us who feel that Life is but A Joke.

But You and I, we've been through That - And this is not Our Fate.

So let not talk falsely now - The Hour is Getting Late."








Happy: 
Okay... hold still. 
Here we go.

[Peter visibly flinches]

Happy: 
I thought you had super strength.

Peter: 
It still hurts!

Happy: 
All right, relax. Just a few more... there we go.

[Peter yells in pain and slams his fist on the table.]

Happy: 
Relax!

[Peter jumps up from his chair.]

Peter: 
Don't tell me to relax, Happy, 
how can I relax when I've messed up so bad? 


I trusted Beck. Right? 
I thought he was my friend so I gave him the only thing that Mr. Stark left behind for me and now he's going to kill my friends and half of Europe, so please do not tell me to relax.

[He sits down, silent for a few moments.]

Peter: 
I'm sorry. 
I'm sorry, I shouldn't shout. 
I just really miss him.

Happy: 
Yeah, I miss him too.

Peter: 
Everywhere I go, I see his face. 


And the whole world is asking who is going to be the next Iron Man and... 
I don't know if that's me, Happy. 
I'm not Iron Man.

Happy: 
You're not Iron Man. 
You're never going to be Iron Man. 
Nobody can live up to Tony. 

Not even Tony.

Tony was my best friend. 
And he was a mess. 

He second-guessed everything he did, he was all over the place. 

The one thing he did that he didn't second-guess was picking you. 

I don't think Tony would've done what he did... if he didn't know that you were going to be here after he was gone. 

Your friends are in trouble. 

You're all alone. 

The tech is missing. 

What are you gonna do about it?

Peter, standing up:
I'm gonna kick his ass.

Happy :
No, I mean right now. 
Specifically, what are we gonna do? 

Because we've been hovering over a tulip field for the last fifteen minutes.







1
THE COMING OF ENKIDU

GILGAMESH went abroad in the world, but he met with none who could withstand his arms till be came to Uruk. But the men of Uruk muttered in their houses, 'Gilgamesh sounds the tocsin for his amusement, his arrogance has no bounds by day or night. 

No son is left with his father, for Gilgamesh takes them all, even the children; 

Yet the king should be a shepherd to his people. 

His lust leaves no virgin to her lover, neither the warrior's daughter nor the wife of the noble; 

Yet this is the shepherd of the city, wise, comely, and resolute.'

The gods heard their lament, the gods of heaven cried to the Lord of Uruk, to Anu the god of Uruk: 'A goddess made him, strong as a savage bull, none can withstand his arms. No son is left with his father, for Gilgamesh takes them all; and is this the king, the shepherd of his people? His lust leaves no virgin to her lover, neither the warrior's daughter nor the wife of the noble. When Anu had heard their lamentation the gods cried to Aruru, the goddess of creation, 'You made him, O Aruru; now create his equal; let it be as like him as his own reflection, his second self; stormy heart for stormy heart. Let them contend together and leave Uruk in quiet.'
So the goddess conceived an image in her mind, and it was of the stuff of Anu of the firmament. She dipped her hands in water and pinched off clay, she let it fall in the wilderness, and noble Enkidu was created. There was virtue in him of the god of war, of Ninurta himself. His body was rough, he had long hair like a woman's; it waved like the hair of Nisaba, the goddess of corn. His body was covered with matted hair like Samugan's, the god of cattle. He was innocent of mankind; he knew nothing of the cultivated land.

Enkidu ate grass in the hills with the gazelle and lurked with wild beasts at the water-holes; he had joy of the water with the herds of wild game. But there was a trapper who met him one day face to face at the drinking-hole, for the wild game had entered his territory. On three days he met him face to face, and the trapper was frozen with fear. He went back to his house with the game that he had caught, and he was dumb, benumbed with terror. His face was altered like that of one who has made a long journey. With awe in his heart he spoke to his father: 'Father, there is a man, unlike any other, who comes down from the hills. 

He is the strongest in the world, he is like an immortal from heaven. 

He ranges over the hills with wild beasts and eats grass; the ranges through your land and comes down to the wells. 

I am afraid and dare not go near him. He fills in the pits which I dig and tears up-my traps set for the game; he helps the beasts to escape and now they slip through my fingers.'

His father opened his mouth and said to the trapper, 'My son, in Uruk lives Gilgamesh; no one has ever prevailed against him, he is strong as a star from heaven. Go to Uruk, find Gilgamesh, extol the strength of this wild man. Ask him to give you a harlot, a wanton from the temple of love; return with her, and let her woman's power overpower this man. When next he comes down to drink at the wells she will be there, stripped naked; and when he sees her beckoning he will embrace her, and then the wild beasts will reject him.'
So the trapper set out on his journey to Uruk and addressed himself to Gilgamesh saying, 'A man unlike any other is roaming now in the pastures; he is as strong as a star from heaven and I am afraid to approach him. He helps the wild game to escape; he fills in my pits and pulls up my traps.' Gilgamesh said, 'Trapper, go back, take with you a harlot, a child of pleasure. At the drinking hole she will strip, and when, he sees her beckoning he will embrace her and the game of the wilderness will. surely reject him.'

Now the trapper returned, taking the harlot with him. After a three days' journey they came to the drinking hole, and there they sat down; the harlot and the trapper sat . facing one another and waited for the game to come. For the first day and for the second day the two sat waiting, but on the third day the herds came; they came down to drink and Enkidu was with them. The small wild creatures of the plains were glad of the water, and Enkidu with them, who ate grass with the gazelle and was born in the hills; and she saw him, the savage man, come from far-off in the hills. The trapper spoke to her: 'There he is. Now, woman, make your breasts bare, have no shame, do not delay but welcome his love. Let him see you naked, let him possess your body. 

When he comes near uncover yourself and lie with him; teach him, the savage man, your woman's art, for when he murmurs love to you the wild' beasts that shared his life in the hills will reject him.'
She was not ashamed to take him, she made herself naked and welcomed his eagerness; as he lay on her murmuring love she taught him the woman's art For six days and seven nights they lay together, for Enkidu had forgotten his home in the hills; but when he was satisfied he went back to the wild beasts. Then, when the gazelle saw him, they bolted away; when the wild creatures saw him they fled. Enkidu would have followed, but his body was bound as though with a cord, his knees gave way when he started to run, his swiftness was gone. And now the wild creatures had all fled away; Enkidu was grown weak, for wisdom was in him, and the thoughts of a man were in his heart. So he returned and sat down at the woman's feet, and listened intently to what she said. 'You are wise, Enkidu, and now you have become like a god. Why do you want to run wild with the beasts in the hills? Come with me. I will take you to strong-walled Uruk, to the blessed temple of Ishtar and of Anu, of love and of heaven there Gilgamesh lives, who is very strong, and like a wild bull he lords it over men.'

When she had spoken Enkidu was pleased; he longed for a comrade, for one who would understand his heart. 'Come, woman, and take me to that holy temple, to the house of Anu and of Ishtar, and to the place where Gilgamesh lords it over the people. I will challenge him boldly, I will cry out aloud in Uruk, "I am the strongest here, I have come to change the old order, I am he who was born in the hills, I am he who is strongest of all."'

She said, 'Let us go, and let him see your face. I know very well where Gilgamesh is in great Uruk. O Enkidu, there all the people are dressed in their gorgeous robes, every day is holiday, the young men and the girls are wonderful to see. How sweet they smell! All the great ones are roused from their beds. O Enkidu, you who love life, I will show you Gilgamesh, a man of many moods; you shall look at him well in his radiant manhood. His body is perfect in strength and maturity; he never rests by night or day. He is stronger than you, so leave your boasting. Shamash the glorious sun has given favours to Gilgamesh, and Anu of the heavens, and Enlil, and Ea the wise has given him deep understanding. f tell you, even before you have left the wilderness, Gilgamesh will know in his dreams that you are coming.'

Now Gilgamesh got up to tell his dream to his mother; Ninsun, one of the wise gods. 'Mother, last night I had a dream. I was full of joy, the young heroes were round me and I walked through the night under the stars of the firmament, and one, a meteor of the stuff of Anu, fell down from heaven. I tried to lift it but it proved too heavy. All the people of Uruk came round to see it, the common people jostled and the nobles thronged to kiss its feet; and to me its attraction was like the love of woman. They helped me, I braced my forehead and I raised it with thongs and brought it to you, and you yourself pronounced it my brother.'

Then Ninsun, who is well-beloved and wise, said to Gilgamesh, 'This star of heaven which descended like a meteor from the sky; which you tried to lift,- but found too heavy, when you tried to move it it would not budge, and so you brought it to my feet; I made it for you, a goad and spur, and you were drawn as though to a woman. This is the strong comrade, the one who brings help to his friend in his need. He is the strongest of wild creatures, the stuff of Anu; born in the grass-lands and the wild hills reared him; when you see him you will be glad; you will love him as a woman and he will never forsake you. This is the meaning of the dream.'

Gilgamesh said, 'Mother, I dreamed a second dream. In the streets of strong-walled Uruk there lay an axe; the shape of it was strange and the people thronged round. I saw it and was glad. I bent down, deeply drawn towards it; I loved it like a woman and wore it at my side.' Ninsun answered, 'That axe, which you saw, which drew you so powerfully like love of a woman, that is the comrade whom I give you, and he will come in his strength like one of the host of heaven. He is the brave companion who rescues his friend in necessity.' Gilgamesh said to his mother, 'A friend, a counsellor has come to me from Enlil, and now I shall befriend and counsel him.' So Gilgamesh told his dreams; and the harlot retold them to Enkidu.

And now she said to Enkidu, 'When I look at you you have become like a god. Why do you yearn to run wild again with the beasts in the hills? Get up from the ground, the bed of a shepherd.' He listened to her words with care. It was good advice that she gave. She divided her clothing in two and with the one half she clothed him and with the other herself, and holding his hand she led him like a child to the sheepfolds, into the shepherds' tents. There all the shepherds crowded round to see him, they put down bread in front of him, but Enkidu could only suck the milk of wild animals. He fumbled and gaped, at a loss what to do or how he should eat the bread and drink the strong wine. Then the woman said, 'Enkidu, eat bread, it is the staff of life; drink the wine, it is the custom of the land.' So he ate till he was full and drank strong wine, seven goblets. He became merry, his heart exulted and his face shone. He rubbed down the matted hair of his body and anointed himself with oil. Enkidu had become a man; but when he had put on man's clothing he appeared like a bridegroom. He took arms to hunt the lion so that the shepherds could rest at night. He caught wolves and lions and the herdsmen lay down in peace; for Enkidu was their watchman, that strong man who had no rival.

He was merry living with the shepherds, till one day lifting his eyes he saw a man approaching. He said to the harlot, 'Woman, fetch that man here. Why has he come? I wish to know his name.' 

 She went and called the man saying, 'Sir, where are you going on this weary journey?' 

The man answered, saying to Enkidu, 'Gilgamesh has gone into the marriage-house and shut out the people. 

He does strange things in Uruk, the city of great streets. 

At the roll of the drum work begins for the men, and work for the women. 

Gilgamesh the king is about to celebrate marriage with the Queen of Love, and he still demands to be first with the bride, the king to be first and the husband to follow, for that was ordained by the gods from his birth, from the time the umbilical cord was cut. 

But now the drums roll for the choice of the bride and the city groans.'  

At these words Enkidu turned white in the face. 'I will go to the place where Gilgamesh lords it over the people, I will challenge him boldly, and I will cry aloud in Uruk, 

"I have come to change the old order, for I am the strongest here."

Now Enkidu strode in front and the woman followed behind. 

He entered Uruk, that great market, and all the folk thronged round him where he stood in the street in strong-walled Uruk. 

The people jostled; speaking of him they said, 

'He is the spit of Gilgamesh. 

'He is shorter.' 

'He is bigger of bone.'  

This is the one who was reared on the milk of wild beasts. 


His is the greatest strength.' 

The men rejoiced: 'Now Gilgamesh has met his match.

This great-one, this hero whose beauty is like a god, he is a match even for Gilgamesh.'
In Uruk the bridal bed was made, fit for the goddess of love. 

The bride waited for the bridegroom, but in the night Gilgamesh got up and came to the house. 

Then Enkidu stepped out, 
he stood in the street 
and blocked the way. 

Mighty Gilgamesh came on and Enkidu met him at the gate. 

He put out his foot and prevented Gilgamesh from entering the house, so they grappled, holding each other like bulls. 

They broke the doorposts and the walls shook, they snorted like bulls locked together. 

They shattered the doorposts and the walls shook. 

Gilgamesh bent his knee with his foot planted on the ground and with a turn Enkidu was thrown. 

Then immediately his fury died. 

When Enkidu was thrown he said to Gilgamesh, 'There is not another like you in the world. Ninsun, who is as strong as a wild ox in the byre, she was the mother who bore you, and now you are raised above all men, and Enlil has given you the kingship, for your strength surpasses the strength of men.' 

So Enkidu and Gilgamesh embraced and their friendship was sealed.

Stand Up and Make a Start.




I’m not suggesting the deep alienation that Late Capitalism engenders can be rinsed away by joining a bowling club, but it’s a 
 •START•
 

Now the priest of Midian had seven daughters: and they came and drew water, and filled the troughs to water their father's flock.

And the shepherds came and drove them away: 

but Moses stood up and helped them.



"Sometimes in my live shows I ask the audience if they belong to any groups: a football team, a religious group, a union, a book club, a housing committee, rowing club – I am surprised by how few people have a Tribe.

Whilst the impact of globalisation on national identity cannot yet be fully understood, I can certainly appreciate the reductive appeal of statist myth. I become ultra English during a World Cup, the last one in particular was like a jolly revival of The Death of Diana in its ability to pull a nation together in collective hysteria.

But soon enough the bunting comes down, the screens in public squares go black and we are atomized once more. The space between us no longer filled with chants, ditties and ‘in jokes’, eyes back on the pavement, attention drawn within.

I’m not suggesting the deep alienation that Late Capitalism engenders can be rinsed away by joining a bowling club, but it’s a •START•.


And having a Teacher within the group to which you belong provides Intimacy and Purpose. In the guru traditions of India the love between teacher and student surpasses all other forms, for here it is explicit that what is being transferred in this relationship is nothing short of God’s Love and how an Individual can embody The Divine.

We live in lonely and polarized times, where many of us feel lost and fractured. It is evident in our politics but political events reflect deeper and more personal Truths. I’ve been trying for a while now to explain what I feel is happening in the societies that I’m familiar with, by which I mean Europe, Australia, the United States – not that I’m claiming to be a sociologist, I don’t have a clue how to approach whatever the hell may be happening in Pakistan or China, but here, here in our post-secular edge lands where the old ideas are dying and the new ones not yet born, I feel a consistent and recognizable yearning for meaning beyond the dayglow ashes of burnt-out consumerism, lurching dumb zombie nationalism, starchy, corrupt religion and the CGI circus of modern mainstream media.

I’ve been watching for a long time and I knew before Trump, Brexit, radicalism and the ‘new right’ that something serious was up.

• YOU KNOW IT TOO •

Sometimes we despair and sometimes we distract because it seems like too much for one person to tackle and we’ve forgotten how to collude.

Yet alone, I am nothing”

Excerpt From
Mentors
Russell Brand

Sunday, 15 December 2019

Things Left Not-Yet-Done.



It's The Law of The Jungle now, mate, innit? 

See, there are these Two Blokes, right? 
In a tent, in the middle of The Jungle. 

And it’s the middle of The Night, it's really dark, 
and they hear this terrible noise outside the tent. 

This terrible roaring noise. 

And one bloke turns to the other bloke and he says, 

“Do you hear that?
That was a Lion"

The other bloke, he doesn't say anything. 
He just starts putting on his running shoes. 

So the first bloke turns to him and says, 
“What are you doing? 
You can't outrun a Lion..!!”

And the other bloke turns to him and says, 
“I don't •have• to outrun The Lion.”

• TRUE STORY •

Friday, 13 December 2019

FROGS







A Lion's walking through The Woods, he comes up to a Zebra and The Lion says, 
"You know something, Zebra? 
You are a ridiculous looking animal.
You're half white, half black, half Horse, half Donkey.
Look at Me — I'm Rough, I'm Tough, I'm The King of The Jungle." 

Zebra just shrugs and moves on.

The Lion comes to a Giraffe and The Lion says, 
"You know something, Giraffe? 
You are a ridiculous looking animal.
You've got a long neck and little tiny horns.
Look at Me —
I'm Rough, I'm Tough, I'm The King of The Jungle." 


Lion comes to a Frog and says, 
"You know something, Frog? 
You are a ridiculous looking animal.
You're all Green and Slimy." 

And The Frog says, 
"Hey, fuck you, I've been ill." 

You got to get your show ready.


I'm all right.
At some point, I'm gonna have to call my parents.


Do you have to? 


My father keeps a scrapbook on me.
He Googles me every morning.


He's gonna understand.
He will.



Not deep down.
No one will.
This is Who I am Now.


What happened? 


You mean how did he-- 


Why did I pose? 


Was it a bad breakup? 
I didn't even know you were going out with someone.


He was a very well-respected analyst.
We met at a Forbes party.
No, I didn't think it was a bad breakup.
He wasn't very upset about it.
But even if it had been, like, this would be okay?

No.


What The Fuck?


I Know.


I am feeling so intensely Something That I Don't Know What it Is.


Rage.
You want me to scrap you from the rundown?


Yes.


You're supposed to do a segment-- 


No, I'm not going on TV and interviewing-- the guy is-- 
He's the Chancellor of the Exchequer.
You can't —
He should have Elliot.


Okay.
Excuse me.


I bought him the camera.
It was a •good• camera.
I asked a couple of our freelance guys for help.
I miss still photography.
Though not so much lately.


Philip, it's Don Keefer again.
You've got to call me.
This is a problem.
Tomorrow morning, everyone's gonna be sourcing the WND story that's sourcing you sourcing me.
I have no idea if Simon Weingarden would make a good solicitor general or not, or even if he's being considered, but he shouldn't have this stapled to his resume just because I'm •dry•.
Call me, please, at any of my numbers.
They'll put you through.



What was that? 


Anyway —
You're feeling Rage.



I'd love it if I was.
I'd give anything to feel Rage.
It'd Trump the Humiliation and I'd be able to get up.
I think I live Here now.


What if I were able to promise you that Humiliation always turns into Rage? 


How long does that conversion take? 
How long is the evolution? 
How long does it take to get from the larva stage-- 


I fully understand what you're asking.


How long does it take? 

I guess it depends.

Like with Germany, it was 15 or 20 years.

Forget it.

But Wile E. Coyote, you know, he —
He has a fast turnaround.

I Want to Die.

I Know.

Thursday, 12 December 2019

An Honest Man







They Conquer by Corruption - 
The ONLY Thing The Powerful fear is 

An Honest Man

Because He Won't Accept Their Presents.

KING HENRY V
I tell thee truly, herald,
I know not if the day be ours or no;
For yet a many of your horsemen peer
And gallop o'er the field.

MONTJOY
The Day, is Yours.

KING HENRY V
Praised be God, and not our strength, for it!
What is this castle call'd that stands hard by?

MONTJOY
They call it 'Agincourt'.

KING HENRY V
Then call we this the field of Agincourt,
Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

FLUELLEN
Your grandfather of famous memory, 
an't please Your Majesty, and your great-uncle Edward the Plack Prince of Wales, 
as I have read in the chronicles,
fought a most prave pattle here in France.

KING HENRY V
They did, Fluellen.

FLUELLEN
Your Majesty says very True: 
if Your Majesties is remembered of it, the Welshmen did good service in a garden where leeks did grow, 
wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps; 
which, Your Majesty know, to this
hour is an honourable badge of the service; 
and I do believe Your Majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day.

KING HENRY V
I wear it for a memorable honour;
For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman.

FLUELLEN
All the water in Wye cannot wash Your Majesty's
Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that:
God pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases
His Grace, and His Majesty too!

KING HENRY V
Thanks, good my countryman.

FLUELLEN
By Jeshu, I am Your Majesty's countryman, 
I care not who know it; 
I will confess it to all the 'orld: 
need not to be ashamed of Your Majesty, 
praised be God –

So long as Your Majesty 
is an Honest Man.