Wednesday, 10 May 2023

Hysteria



hysterical (adj.)
1610s, "characteristic of hysteria," the nervous disease originally defined as a neurotic condition peculiar to women and thought to be caused by a dysfunction of the uterus; literally "of the womb," from Latin hystericus "of the womb," from Greek hysterikos "of the womb, suffering in the womb," from hystera "womb," from PIE *udtero-, variant of *udero- "abdomen, womb, stomach" (see uterus). Compare hysteria.







“By the time Harry Bull returned to Borley to work as a curate, His Father’s eyesight and coordination had begun to deteriorate. As Reverend Bull became increasingly immobile, his son took on more parish and social responsibilities. 

Finally the Reverend went blind, and he died in the Blue Room at the Rectory on 2 May 1892 at the age of 59. The cause of death was recorded as locomotor ataxia, a neurological condition affecting the spine, which results in blindness and a loss of motor skills – the symptoms of syphilis

Syphilis was the much-feared, unspoken corruption at the heart of Victorian Life. The creeping terror of this disease was not only in its symptoms, but in the stealthy, undetectable nature of its progress. Invisible during the early stages, untreated it spread throughout the body, progressively destroying the skin, the mucous membranes, bones and internal organs – inflicting horrific mutilations on those who suffered from it. 

Ultimately, a softening of the brain would then lead to insanity. It was particularly prevalent among middle- and upper-class men. The social stigma of the disease meant that the voluntary hospitals remained unsympathetic to sufferers and many resorted to ineffective remedies from chemists and quacks. Ignorance about the nature of the infection led many men to put their faith in superstition, some believing, for instance, circumcision to be a cure. 

In 1884, a man in Liverpool defended himself against a charge of raping a fourteen-year-old girl, believing that by having sex with a virgin, he would cure himself by passing The Disease onto her. 

Quack doctoresses’ in a Liverpool brothel were also said to provide such cures, providing disabled children for the purpose. 

Syphilis could be transmitted to the next generation and some of the signs of infection passed to children were deafness, saddle-nose – where the bridge of the nose collapses – inflammation of the cornea and Hutchinson’s teeth, a malformation of the incisors. 

Following Reverend Bull’s death, the Rectory and the patronage of the living passed to the main beneficiary, his eldest son, Harry, with an implicit understanding that he would make provision for his sisters, though £100 was left specifically to Dodie. 

Reverend Bull was buried in the churchyard, touchingly alongside his son Cyril, who had died in infancy. As a memorial to his father, Harry commissioned a stained-glass window that was placed to the south of the nave in the church, celebrating the relationship between the rector and his congregation: ‘I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd giveth his life for the sheep.’ 

At twenty-nine, Harry Bull was tall and athletic with a heavy moustache. Like his father, he enjoyed outdoor pursuits – shooting, hunting, walking and tennis. In contrast to his father, he seemed to have little interest in women or family life and appeared to be very much a confirmed bachelor. He was especially fond of boxing and would pay the local boys to spar with him. 

One curious incident took place, when he had been visiting the East End of London. He was set upon by two thugs. Whether this was a street robbery – or even a sexual pick-up gone wrong – is unclear. But he was able to hold his own and knocked the two assailants out cold. 

He had a dog, Juvenal, and also began to collect cats, between twenty and thirty of them, which he adored, calling each one by name. At the same time, he’d feed countless strays, which he never turned away. Though regarded as eccentric by the locals, he was a popular ‘puckish, lovable man’.

At his first Christmas as the rector, he hosted a supper of roast beef and plum pudding as well as turning the drawing room into a miniature theatre at New Year, complete with footlights and scenery. The family presented a play, Why Women Weep, in which Harry took centre stage as the leading man. His brothers having forged lives away from Borley, the Rectory was now dominated by women : his mother and seven sisters, all unmarried – ‘old maids’, as Dodie had predicted.

Borley Rectory, once vibrant with the energy of a large growing family and their friends, had assumed the air of a convent.

The Ghost Hunters

The Ghost Hunters  - 1975 BBC Borley Rectory Documentary


Originally broadcast Thu 4th Dec 1975, 
22:15 on BBC One London

Ghosts abound in Britain. 
Thousands of people have seen and heard what they believe to 
be phantom footsteps, abnormal phenomena, and ghosts of all 
shapes and sizes, sometimes even moving above ground level.

In tonight's documentary 
Hugh Burnett visits some of the people 
who have tried to track them down, 
or heard and seen things they cannot explain. 
The film ranges from a haunted house, a haunted inn, 
even a theatre haunted by a butterfly - to Borley Church 
where many strange occurrences have been recorded.

Contributors
Film cameramen: Fintan Sheehan
Film cameramen: Eddie Best
Film cameramen: Tony Leggo
Film recordist: Chris King
Editor: Don Fairservice
Producer: Hugh Burnett



Wednesday, 3 May 2023

Colour-Sergeant Spence






“In late summer we were shipped to Wales and put through a punishing exercise called Long Reach. A nonstop march, yomp and run over several days, up and down barren countryside, with a load of gear strapped to our backs, equivalent to the weight of one young teenager. 

Worse, Europe was suffering a historic heat wave, and we set out at the crest of the wave, the hottest day of the year. A Friday. 

We were told that the exercise would run through Sunday night. Late Saturday, during our only enforced rest, we slept in bags on a dirt track. After two hours we were awakened by thunder and hard rain. I was in a team of five, and we stood up, held our faces to the rain, drinking the drops. It felt so good.

But then we were wet. And it was time to march again. Sopping wet, in driving rain, marching now became something altogether different. We were grunting, panting, groaning, slipping. 

Gradually I felt my resolve start to give way. At a momentary stop, a checkpoint, I felt a burning in my feet. I sat on the ground, pulled off my right boot and sock, and the bottom of my foot peeled away. Trench foot. 

The soldier beside me shook his head. Shit. You can’t go on. I was gutted. But, I confess, also relieved. 

We were on a country road. In a nearby field stood an ambulance. I staggered towards it. As I got close, medics lifted me onto the open tailgate. 

They examined my feet, said this march was over for me. I nodded, slumped forward. My team was getting ready to leave. Goodbye, lads. See you back at camp. 

But then one of our colour sergeants appeared. Colour Sergeant Spence. He asked for a word. I hopped off the tailgate, limped with him over to a nearby tree. 

His back to the tree, he spoke to me in a level tone. It was the first time in months he hadn’t shouted at me. Mr Wales, you’ve got one last push. You’ve literally got six or eight miles left, that’s all. I know, I know, your feet are shit, but I suggest you don’t quit. 

I know you can do this. 
You know you can do this. 
Push on. You’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t. 

He walked away. I limped back to the ambulance, asked for all their zinc oxide tape. I wrapped my feet tightly and rammed them back into my boots. 

Uphill, downhill, forward, I went on, trying to think of other things to distract myself from the agony. We neared a stream. 

The icy water would be a blessing, I thought. But no. All I could feel were the rocks in the bed pressing against the raw flesh. 

The last four miles were among the most difficult steps I’ve ever taken on this planet. 

As we crossed the finish line I began to hyperventilate with relief. One hour later, back in camp, everyone put on trainers. For the next several days we shuffled about the barracks like old men. But proud old men. 

At some point I limped up to Colour Sergeant Spence, thanked him. He gave a little smile and walked away. 

57.

Saturday, 29 April 2023

Philemon




The following is an entry from Black Book 5, pp. 163–78, which gives a preliminary sketch of cosmology of the Septem Sermones. 



16. I. 16. The force of the God is frightful. 

“You shall experience even more of it. You are in the second age. The first age has been overcome. This is the age of the rulership of the son, whom you call the Frog God. A third age will follow, the age of apportionment and harmonious power.”

 My soul, where did you go? Did you go to the animals? 

I bind the Above with the Below. I bind God and animal. Something in me is part animal, something part God, and a third part human. Below you serpent, within you man, and above you God. Beyond the serpent comes the phallus, then the earth, then the moon, and finally the coldness and emptiness of outer space. Above you comes the dove or the celestial soul, in which love and foresight are united, just as poison and shrewdness are united in the serpent. Shrewdness is the devil’s understanding, which always detects smaller things and finds chinks where you suspect none. If I am not conjoined through the uniting of the Below and the Above, I break down into three parts: the serpent, and in that or some other animal form I roam, living nature daimonically, arousing fear and longing. The human soul, living forever within you. The celestial soul, as such dwelling with the Gods, far from you and unknown to you, appearing in the form of a bird. Each of these three parts then is independent. Beyond me stands the celestial mother. Its counterpart is the phallus. Its mother is the earth, its goal is the heavenly mother. The celestial mother is the daughter of the celestial world. Its counterpart is the earth. The celestial mother is illuminated through the spiritual sun. Its counterpart is the moon. And just as the moon is the crossing to the dead of space, the spiritual sun is the crossing to the Pleroma, the upper world of fullness. The moon is the God’s eye of emptiness, just as the sun is the God’s eye of fullness. The moon that you see is the symbol, just as the sun that you see. Sun and moon, that is, their symbols, are Gods. There are still other Gods; their symbols are the planets. The celestial mother is a daimon among the order of the Gods, an inhabitant of the heavenly world. The Gods are favorable and unfavorable, impersonal, the souls of stars, influences, forces, grandfathers of souls, rulers in the heavenly world, both in space and in force. They are neither dangerous nor kind, strong, yet humble, clarifications of the Pleroma and of the eternal emptiness, configurations of the eternal qualities. Their number is immeasurably great and leads over to the one supreme fundamental, which contains all qualities in itself and itself has none, a nothing and everything, the complete dissolution of man, death and eternal life. Man becomes through the principium individuationis. He strives for absolute individuality, through which he ever increasingly concentrates the absolute dissolution of the Pleroma. Through this he makes the Pleroma the point that contains the greatest tension and is itself a shining star, immeasurably small, just as the Pleroma is immeasurably great. The more concentrated the Pleroma becomes, the stronger the star of the individual becomes. It is surrounded by shining clouds, a heavenly body in the making, comparable to a small sun. It emits fire. Therefore it is called: εγω [ειμι] συμπλανοζυμιν αστηρ.1 Just like the sun, which is also such a star, which is a God and grandfather of souls, the star of the individual is also like the sun, a God and grandfather of the souls. He is visible from time to time, just as I have described him. His light is blue, like that of a distant star. He is far out in space, cold and solitary, since he is beyond death. To attain individuality, we need a large share of death. Therefore it is called ει εοι εστε,2 since just as an innumerable number of men rule the earth, so a countless number of stars and of Gods rule the celestial world. To be sure, this God is the one who survives the death of men. To him for whom solitude is Heaven, he goes to Heaven; to him for whom it is Hell, he goes to Hell. Whoever does not follow the principium individuationis to its end becomes no God, since he cannot bear individuality. The dead who besiege us are souls who have not fulfilled the principium individuationis, or else they would have become distant stars. Insofar as we do not fulfill it, the dead have a claim on us and besiege us and we cannot escape them. [Image]3 The God of the frogs or toads, the brainless, is the uniting of the Christian God with Satan. His nature is like the flame; he is like Eros, but a God; Eros is only a daimon. The one God, to whom worship is due, is in the middle. You should worship only one God. The other Gods are unimportant. Abraxas is to be feared. Therefore it was a deliverance when he separated himself from me. You do not need to seek him. He will find you, just like Eros. He is the God of the cosmos, extremely powerful and fearful. He is the creative drive, he is form and formation, just as much as matter and force, therefore he is above all the light and dark Gods. He tears away souls and casts them into procreation. He is the creative and created. He is the God who always renews himself, in days, in months, in years, in human life, in ages, in peoples, in the living, in heavenly bodies. He compels, he is unsparing. If you worship him, you increase his power over you. Thereby it becomes unbearable. You will have dreadful trouble getting clear of him. The more you free yourself from him, the more you approach death, since he is the life of the universe. But he is also universal death. Therefore you fall victim to him again, not in life but in dying. So remember him, do not worship him, but also do not imagine that you can flee him since he is all around you. You must be in the middle of life, surrounded by death on all sides. Stretched out, like one crucified, you hang in him, the fearful, the overpowering. But you have in you the one God, the wonderfully beautiful and kind, the solitary, starlike, unmoving, he who is older and wiser than the father, he who has a safe hand, who leads you among all the darknesses and death scares of dreadful Abraxas. He gives joy and peace, since he is beyond death and beyond what is subject to change. He is no servant and no friend of Abraxas. He himself is an Abraxas, but not unto you, but in himself and his distant world, since you yourself are a God who lives in faraway realms and who renews himself in his ages and creations and peoples, just as powerful to them as Abraxas is to you. You yourself are a creator of worlds and a created being. You have the one God, and you become your one God in the innumerable number of Gods. As a God, you are the great Abraxas in your world. But as a man you are the heart of the one God who appears to his world as the great Abraxas, the feared, the powerful, the donor of madness, he who dispenses the water of life, the spirit of the tree of life, the daimon of the blood, the death bringer. You are the suffering heart of your one star God, who is Abraxas to his world. Therefore because you are the heart of your God, aspire toward him, love him, live for him. Fear Abraxas, who rules over the human world. Accept what he forces upon you, since he is the master of the life of this world and none can escape him. If you do not accept, he will torment you to death and the heart of your God will suffer, just as the one God of Christ suffered the heaviest in his death. The suffering of mankind is without end, since its life is without end. Since there is no end where none sees an end. If mankind has come to an end, there is none who would see its end and none who could say that mankind has an end. So it has no end for itself, but it certainly does for the Gods. The death of Christ took no suffering away from the world, but his life has taught us much; namely, that it pleases the one God if the individual lives his own life against the power of Abraxas. The one God thus delivers himself from the suffering of the earth into which his Eros plunged him; since when the one God saw the earth, he sought its procreation, and forgot that a world was already given to him in which he was Abraxas. So the one God became human. Therefore the one in turn pulls man up to him and into him, so that the one becomes complete again. But the freeing of man from the power of Abraxas does not follow man’s withdrawing from the power of Abraxas—no one can pull away from it—but through subjugating himself to it. Even Christ had to subjugate himself to the power of Abraxas, and Abraxas killed him in a gruesome manner. Only by living life can you free yourself from it. So live it to such a degree that it befits you. To the degree that you live it, you also fall victim to the power of Abraxas and his dreadful deceptions. But to the same degree the star God in you gains in longing and power, in that the fruit of deception and human disappointment falls to him. Pain and disappointment fill the world of Abraxas with coldness, all of your life’s warmth slowly sinks into the depths of your soul, into the midpoint of man, where the far blue starlight of your one God glimmers. If you flee Abraxas from fear, you escape pain and disappointment and you remain terrified, that is, out of unconscious love you cling to Abraxas and your one God cannot catch fire. But through pain and disappointment you redeem yourself, since your longing then falls of its own accord like a ripe fruit into the depths, following gravity, striving toward the midpoint, where the blue light of the star God arises. So do not flee from Abraxas, do not seek him. You feel his coercion, do not resist him, so that you shall live and pay your ransom. The works of Abraxas are to be fulfilled, for consider that in your world you yourself are Abraxas and force your creature to fulfil your work. Here, where you are the creature subjugated to Abraxas, you must learn to fulfill the work of life. There, where you are Abraxas, you compel your creatures. You ask, why is all this so? I understand that it seems questionable to you. The world is questionable. It is the unending infinite folly of the Gods, which you know is unendingly wise. Surely it is also a crime, an unforgivable sin, and therefore also the highest love and virtue. So live life, do not flee Abraxas, provided that he compels you and you can recognize his necessity. In one sense I say to you: do not fear him, do not love him. In another sense I say: fear him, love him. He is the life of the earth, that says enough. You need to recognize the multiplicity of the Gods. You cannot unite all into one being. As little as you are one with the multiplicity of men, just so little is the one God one with the multiplicity of the Gods. This one God is the kind, the loving, the leading, the healing. To him all your love and worship is due. To him you should pray, you are one with him, he is near you, nearer than your soul. I, your soul, am your mother, who tenderly and frightfully surrounds you, your nourisher and corrupter; I prepare good things and poison for you. I am your intercessor with Abraxas. I teach you the arts that protect you from Abraxas. I stand between you and Abraxas the all-encompassing. I am your body, your shadow, your effectiveness in this world, your manifestation in the world of the Gods, your effulgence, your breath, your odor, your magical force. You should call me if you want to live with men, but the one God if you want to rise above the human world to the divine and eternal solitude of the star. 

1.“I am a star, wandering about with you.” —A citation from the Mithras Liturgy (Albrecht Dieterich, Eine Mithrasliturgie [Leipzig: B. G. Teubner, 1903], p. 8, line 5). Jung carved the continuation of this sentence on his stone at Bollingen. 

2. “You are Gods.” This is a citation from John 10:34: “The Jews answered him, saying, for a good work we stone thee not; but for blasphemy; and because that thou, being a man, makesth thyself God. Jesus answered them, Is it not written in your law, I said, Ye are gods?” 

3. Sketch of Systema Munditotius; see Appendix A, p. 363 in the facsimile edition.




Who is Philemon?

The Philemon Foundation is named for a figure that appeared to Jung in a dream in 1913. In Memories, Dreams, Reflections, Jung recounted the dream in which this figure first appeared to him. Jung saw a sea-blue sky covered by brown clods of earth that appeared to be breaking apart. Out of the blue, he saw an old man with kingfisher wings and the horns of a bull flying across the sky, carrying a bunch of keys. After the dream, Jung painted the image, because he did not understand it. During this intense period, Jung was struck by the synchronicity of finding a dead kingfisher, a bird rarely seen around Zürich, in his garden by the lakeshore. Thereafter, Philemon played an important role in Jung’s fantasies. To Jung, he represented superior insight and functioned like a guru to him.

Partial accounts of this period may be found in the notes of his seminar given in 1925 on Analytical Psychology (prepared by Cary Baynes) and also in Aniela Jaffé’s biography, Memories, Dreams, Reflections, published posthumously in a heavily edited form. In these, Jung narrated some of his decisive experiences and spoke of a few of the fantasy figures that he had encountered. These fantasies were also from part of the narratives which he recorded in his now legendary Red Book. One of the most significant figures is Philemon.

In his memoirs, Jung reported that he would often converse with Philemon as he strolled in the garden of his lakeside home in Küsnacht, Switzerland. Speaking with Aniela Jaffé, his close friend and colleague, he recalled,

[Philemon] was simply a superior knowledge, and he taught me psychological objectivity and the actuality of the soul. He formulated and expressed everything which I had never thought.

Jung’s fantasy figure was based on the figure of Philemon who appeared in Ovid’s Metamorphoses and in Goethe’s Faust. In the Metamorphoses, Ovid narrates how Jupiter and Mercury went wandering disguised as mortals in the hill country of Phyrgia. Searching for somewhere to rest, they were barred from a thousand homes. However, one old couple, Philemon and Baucis, graciously invited these strangers into their humble cottage. They had been married in this cottage in their youth and had grown old together in it, contentedly accepting their poverty. During the meal they prepared for their guests, the couple noted how their flagon refilled itself automatically as soon as it was emptied. To honor their guests, they offered to kill their only goose. The goose took refuge with the two gods, who decreed that it should not be killed. Revealing themselves, the two divinities informed the ancient couple that those around them would be punished, but that they would be spared. With the gods they climbed to safety on a nearby mountain. Upon reaching the top, they could see that the country surrounding their cottage had been flooded, with only their cottage remaining, now transformed into a splendid temple with columns of marble and a roof of gold. To repay them for their hospitality and kindness, the gods granted the old couple any wish. Philemon and Baucis’s reply was in keeping with their deep humility and reverence. They wished to become priests and serve in this new shrine to the gods and to die at the same time as a testimony to their enduring love. And so it happened, and when they died the gods honored them further by transforming them into trees so that they might continue to live side by side in this way as they had done in their mortal lives.

In Faust 2, Act V, Goethe has Faust build a city on land reclaimed from the sea. In order to accomplish this task, Faust tells Mephistopheles that he wants Philemon and Baucis, who lived on this land, moved. To Faust’s ultimate horror, instead of doing so, Mephistopheles decides to burn their cottage with Philemon and Baucis inside. Goethe’s Faust made a tremendous impression on Jung and held a life-long significance for him. He felt personally implicated by the destruction of these humble and reverent figures and felt that it was his responsibility to atone for this crime and to prevent its repetition.3 Healing this Faustian split would become a central theme in Jung’s life work.

At his tower in Bollingen, Jung commemorated Philemon. Over the gate, he carved the inscription, “Philemonis Sacrum – Fausti Poenitentia” [Philemon’s Shrine – Faust’s Repentance]. In one of the rooms at Bollingen, he painted a huge mural of the winged Philemon, essentially reproducing the painting from the Red Book. In a letter to Paul Schmitt in 1942, Jung wrote: “I have taken over Faust as my heritage, and moreover as the advocate and avenger of Philemon and Baucis, who, unlike Faust the superman, are the hosts of the gods in a ruthless and godforsaken age.”4

1C. G. Jung & Aniela Jaffé, Memories, Dreams, Reflections. Translated by R. and C. Winston, London: Fontana, 1962/1983, p. 207.

2Protocols of Memories, Dreams, Reflections, Library of Congress, p. 23.

3C. G. Jung & Aniela Jaffé, Memories, Dreams, Reflections, p. 261.

4C. G. Jung, C. G. Jung Letters 1: 1906–1950. Edited by Gerhard Adler in collaboration with Aniela Jaffé, translated by R. F. C. Hull, London: Routledge, 1973, pp. 309–10.

Friday, 28 April 2023

Hemingway



“He has the most 
profound bravery 
that it has ever been 
my privilege to see. 

He has had about 
8 times the normal 
allotment of responsibilities. 
It takes Courage.

He referred to the quality as "Guts." 
He weighs about 200 pounds, and 
he is even better than 
those photographs. 

The effect upon women is such that 
they want to go 
right out and get him and 
bring him Home, stuffed." 

— Dorothy Parker.

Narrator
By the time "A Farewell to Arms
topped the best-seller lists in 1929, 
colourful stories had already begun 
to circulate about 
Ernest Hemingway, 
many of them told 
by the writer himself. 
He'd once planned to be 
a professional boxer, he claimed. 
He'd fought in the Italian Army 
during The Great War, 
been wounded 7 separate times, and 
been awarded a chest-full of medals 
about which he said he was too modest to speak. 

And he'd nearly starved 
to death in Paris 
while learning to write. 
None of these stories was True. 

Edna O'Brien
He mythologised himself. 
Why do people mythologise
To woo other people and also 
to keep them at a distance. 
To feel inadequatebut to 
boast about being 
over-adequate. 

Katakis: 
Hemingway constructed 
His Myth to a large degree 
and he made the mistake 
that all myth-makers do -- 
He thought that he 
could control it. 

And there comes a time 
that you can't anymore. 
It's taken on a Life of its own. 
It became very exhausting 
to be Hemingway. 

The Hemingway that 
The Public thought. 

And let's face it, when he 
was in the public eye, 
he was always 
in the public eye and 
The People expected 
Hemingway to 
be Hemingway. 

[johnny gandelsman's "The garden of eden mix 3" playing] 
Narrator: 
His Art and the gaudy myths 
that grew up around him 
were already becoming confused 
in the public mind. 

At first, he himself was embarrassed 
by some of the tall tales when 
he saw them in print. 

But as his fame grew over the coming years, it became harder and harder to tell the real hemingway from the one he had created. 

Wolff
There's a Chinese proverb 
by the sage Zhuangzi 
and he has it this way -- 
He says, Good Fortune 
is as light as a feather 
and few are strong 
enough to carry it. 

When you think of the weight that his fame must have laid on him, even when he was young, and 
the anxiety that would produce 
of How can I live up to this? 
How can the next book be better? 
What is in me to make this real? 
It's very hard, I think, to be 
a public person like that. 

And so, I think 
every public person 
creates some kind 
of avatar, if you will, 
of themselves, some holograph 
of themselves to 
present publicly to save 
whatever is private in them. 

The Problem is that eventually 
Your Avatar will consume you. 

[fats waller's "Ain't misbehavin™ playing] 

Hemingway
We have a fine house here 
and the kids are all well. 
Also 4 raccoons, a possum, 
18 goldfish, 3 peacocks, 
and a yard with fig tree 
and a lime tree. 

Very fine the way 
Pauline has fixed it. 

We have been, and are, 
damned happy. 

I could stay here damned-near 
all the time and have a fine time 
watching the things grow and 
be happier than I understand.“

Thursday, 27 April 2023

Mailer


“It is very important to me 
not to be 
sent to some mental institution. 

I’m a sane man. 

If this happens, for the rest of my life, 
My Work will be considered as 
The Work of a man with a disordered mind.


Mailer is a Bolinbroker, a born usurper. He will raise an army anywhere, live off the country as best he can, helped by a devoted underground, even assisted at brief moments by rival claimants like myself. Yet when all is said, none of this is the way to live. And it is not a way — at least it makes the way harder — to make a literature, which, no doubt quixotically, remains the interest of each of us. I suppose if it helps Hemingway to think of literature as a Golden Gloves Tournament with himself pounding Maupassant to the mat or fighting Tolstoy to a draw, then no doubt the fantasy has been of some use. But there is also evidence that the preoccupation with Power is a great waste of time. And Mailer has had the honesty to confess that his own competitiveness has wasted him as he worries about reviewers and bad publicity and the seemingly spiteful successes of other novelists…..”


Vidal VS Mailer — A Battle of Wit!
The Dick Cavett Show

The infamous feud between novelist Norman Mailer and writer Gore Vidal comes to a head in a battle of wit, sarcasm, and condescension with the audience and Janet Flanner (reluctantly) in the front row.

Who do you think "won" this clash?

Date aired - December 1st, 1971 - 
Gore Vidal, Norman Mailer, Janet Flanner

Dick Cavett has been nominated for eleven Emmy awards (the most recent in 2012 for the HBO special, Mel Brooks and Dick Cavett Together Again), and won three.  Spanning five decades, Dick Cavett’s television career has defined excellence in the interview format.  He started at ABC in 1968, and also enjoyed success on PBS, USA, and CNBC.
 
His most recent television successes were the September 2014 PBS special, Dick Cavett’s Watergate, followed April 2015 by Dick Cavett’s Vietnam. He has appeared in movies, tv specials, tv commercials, and several Broadway plays. He starred in an off-Broadway production ofHellman v. McCarthy in 2014 and reprised the role at Theatre 40 in LA February 2015.
 
Cavett has published four books beginning with Cavett (1974) and Eye on Cavett (1983), co-authored with Christopher Porterfield.  His two recent books -- Talk Show: Confrontations, Pointed Commentary, and Off-Screen Secrets (2010) and Brief Encounters: Conversations, Magic moments, and Assorted Hijinks(October 2014) are both collections of his online opinion column, written for The New York Times since 2007. Additionally, he has written for The New Yorker, TV Guide, Vanity Fair, and elsewhere.

#DickCavett #NormanMailer #GoreVidal #JanetFlanner #WomensLib #Feminism #Writers #NewYork #Awkward #Liberals #Conservatives #TheDickCavettShow


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The famous clash between the author and Dick Cavett was triggered, in part, by Mailer’s misunderstanding of what an "interview" is supposed to be.
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DICK CAVETT:

Dick Cavett was the host of “The Dick Cavett Show” and the co-author of two books, “Cavett” (1974) and “Eye on Cavett” (1983). He has appeared on Broadway in “Otherwise Engaged,” “Into the Woods” and as narrator in “The Rocky Horror Show,” and has made guest appearances in movies and on TV shows including “Forrest Gump” and “The Simpsons.” He currently operates a blog for the “Opinionator” section of the New York Times.  Mr. Cavett lives in New York City and Montauk, N.Y.
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TRANSCRIPT:

Question : 
How would you prepare for your shows?

Dick Cavett : 
Oh, preparation, well, the Paar Tonight Show sort of set the model for how talk shows worked and they had what would be called the talent coordinator and that person's job was to meet with, if possible, the star or the author, or the historian, or the psychiatrist, or whoever was going to be the guest, and talk to them a little bit, or at least call them on the phone and talk a bit, and just get some stuff down on paper. 

Like, ask him about the fact that 
his daughter just won a prize, 
or he wants you to be sure and mention 
that the Hanseatic League, or -
- I'm sorry, I'm really reaching here -
- but so you've got something for you to look down at, 
and I finally learned that that's great to have, 
but not even that is necessary if things 
roll the way you're supposed to and you have an engaging person, conversation moves as conversation does in real life and you don't necessarily have to look down and read off a note.

Maybe that's why on a notorious show of mine where Norman Mailer and Gore Vidal tried to eviscerate each other, when 
Mailer got pissed, well, he got pissed before he came to the studio, but annoyed at me on the air and I at him, and the thing, I guess, that really got me was when he said, "Why don't you just read the next question off the question sheet?" 
And that's when I said, somewhat famously now, 
"Why don't you fold it five ways and 
put it where the moon don't shine?" 
This got one of the longest laughs in my career 
and certainly in television and it went on from there. 

But the idea that the show was, 
he knew to pick on the thing 
that would anger a host the most, 
that he can't think of anything to say 
and has to read questions off a sheet.

Question
What was Norman Mailer like?

Dick Cavett: 
Oh, Norman was many, oh, my God, that woman again. 
Has anything we've done been caught on tape? 
I've had that happen by the way. 

Oh, I like Norman Mailer and 
I loved his writing and long before I knew him 
and he was not gifted in the area of humor,
 thus on that notorious show of mine, Gore Vidal was able to get laughs off of him without -- but Gore wasn't picking on him, he would just say things like, but Norman was pissed, I think drunk is the word I'm looking for, and came on to get even with Gore for something he said Gore had written about him.

But at one point he said, 
"Gore, can't you just talk to me 
instead of talking to the audience? 
Can't you just talk to me?" 

And Gore, in that elegant way that he has, 
said almost the following, 
I'll probably get 80% on it, a wonderful sentence, 
that got applause, it was, approximately, 
"Of course, I'd be happy to talk to you, Norman, 
but we don't find ourselves 
in the friendly neighborhood bar, 
but by election in front of a studio audience 
and it would be dishonest of us 
to pretend otherwise." 

And this great, one of those things, got a big hand, which of course, stung Norman. But he was on a later show, people said, "I bet you never spoke to him again!" 
Yeah, I did, I saw him a number of times after that 
and we remained friends, if not buddies.


Norman Mailer on When He Head-butted Gore Vidal On The Show! | The Dick ...

Dick Cavett welcomes American novelist Norman Mailer to the show where he clarifies his previous arguments with Gore Vidal on the Dick Cavett Show and how he head-butted him when in the dressing rooms.

Date aired - September 28th 1972 - 
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Dick Cavett has been nominated for eleven Emmy awards (the most recent in 2012 for the HBO special, Mel Brooks and Dick Cavett Together Again), and won three.  Spanning five decades, Dick Cavett’s television career has defined excellence in the interview format.  He started at ABC in 1968, and also enjoyed success on PBS, USA, and CNBC.
 
His most recent television successes were the September 2014 PBS special, Dick Cavett’s Watergate, followed April 2015 by Dick Cavett’s Vietnam. He has appeared in movies, tv specials, tv commercials, and several Broadway plays. He starred in an off-Broadway production ofHellman v. McCarthy in 2014 and reprised the role at Theatre 40 in LA February 2015.
 
Cavett has published four books beginning with Cavett (1974) and Eye on Cavett (1983), co-authored with Christopher Porterfield.  His two recent books -- Talk Show: Confrontations, Pointed Commentary, and Off-Screen Secrets (2010) and Brief Encounters: Conversations, Magic moments, and Assorted Hijinks(October 2014) are both collections of his online opinion column, written for The New York Times since 2007. Additionally, he has written for The New Yorker, TV Guide, Vanity Fair, and elsewhere.

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Monday, 24 April 2023

Free Range Kids


Lenore Skenazy : Free Range Kids

Everyone has an opinion 
when it comes 
to Questions of Parenting
Our Sunday newspapers 
seem to report on little else.
 
New York journalist, 
Lenore Skenazy 
tells how she was labelled 
America’s Worst Mom’ 
after she let her nine-year old son 
ride the subway home 
and how she fought back 
in the midst of a media maelstrom, 
by starting the movement for 
‘Free-range Kids’.

Tuesday, 18 April 2023

Guardian Angels ~ Fr Ripperger

Guardian Angels ~ Fr Ripperger


John

The Gospel according to St John, 
read by Sir David Suchet


Mark 1:6
And John was clothed with camel's hair, and with a girdle of a skin about his loins; and he did eat locusts and wild honey;


Matthew 3:4
And the same John had his raiment of camel's hair, and a leathern girdle about his loins; and his meat was locusts and wild honey.


Exodus 10:14
And the locusts went up over all the land of Egypt, and rested in all the coasts of Egypt: very grievous were they; before them there were no such locusts as they, neither after them shall be such.


Proverbs 30:27
The locusts have no king, yet go they forth all of them by bands;





POE:
Snap, They’re on Your Tail!

SNAP:
Yeah, I see ‘em!

POE:
No, no, no, Snap, Snap!!


the TIE fighter shoots at Snap’s X-Wing, Snap screams

POE:
No!!!


Snap’s ship crashes and explodes

PILOT:
(over comlink) 
Alpha-3 is down. 
They’re on my tail! 
I can’t get…. (screams)

PILOT 2:
(over comlink) They’re everywhere!

PILOT 3:
(over comlink) Delta Leader’s hit!

PILOT 4:
(over comlink) Losing altitude!

PILOT 5:
(over comlink) General, what’s our next move?!

PILOT 6:
(over comlink) Poe, what now?!

POE:
My Friends…. I’m sorry, I thought we had a shot. 
But there’s just Too Many of Them.

LANDO:
(over comlink) 
But There are 
More of Us, Poe. 
There are More of Us.

POE:
Look at this. Look at this.


Laughing

FINN:
Lando, You did it. You did it!!!

POE:
Hit those underbelly cannons. 
Every one we knock out 
is A World Saved.

WEDGE:
Nice flying, Lando.

SOLDIER:
We have a ship down. 
We lost a Destroyer.

FEMALE FIRST ORDER OFFICER: 
Systems Not Responding.


referring to The Resistance

PRYDE:
Where did They get all these 
fighter craft? They have no Navy.

FRANTIS GRISS:
It’s not A Navy, sir, 
it’s just.... people.

ZORII:
(over comlink) So long, sky trash!

POE:
Who’s that flyer?

ZORII:
Take a guess, spice runner!

Babu Frik: 
Hey-hey!

POE:
Ha! Zorii! 
You made it!


But someone else has made it too. The fully rejuvenated Emperor steps out of the dust, free off the Omrin harness and more powerful than ever before

PALPATINE:
Look what you have made.


Disciples chanting

Ben grunts

PALPATINE:
As once I fell…. so falls The Last Skywalker.


he throws Ben into a chasm

Grunts

to his fleet as they are being attacked by The Resistance

PALPATINE:
Do not fear that feeble attack…. My Faithful. 
Nothing will stop the return of the Sith!!


he starts to attack the entire Resistance with Force lightning

POE:
R2, my systems are failing!


R2-D2 screeches

POE:
Does anyone copy??


Laughing evilly

Groans

Breathing deeply

a weakened Rey watches the Resistance being destroyed by Palpatine’s Force lightning

REY:
Be with Me. 
Be with Me. 
Be with Me.


Rey hears the voices of past Jedi

OBI-WAN:
These are your final steps, Rey. 
Rise and take them.

ANAKIN:
Rey.

AHSOKA:
Rey.

KANAN:
Rey.

ANAKIN:
Bring back The Balance, Rey, as I did.

LUMINARA:
In the night, find the light, Rey.

MACE:
You’re not alone, Rey.

YODA:
Alone, never have you been.

QUI-GON:
Every Jedi who ever lived lives in you.

ANAKIN:
The Force surrounds you, Rey.

AAYLA:
Let it guide you.

AHSOKA:
As it guided us.

MACE:
Feel The Force flowing through you, Rey.

ANAKIN:
Let it lift you.

ADI:
Rise, Rey.

QUI-GON:
We stand behind you, Rey.

OBI-WAN:
Rey.

YODA:
Rise in The Force.


Grunts

KANAN:
In the heart of a Jedi lies her strength.

OBI-WAN:
Rise.

QUI-GON:
Rise.

LUKE:
Rey, The Force Will Be with You, always.


Rey finally rises, stands before Palpatine and lights her saber

Breathing heavily

PALPATINE:

to Rey
Let your death be the final word…. in the story of the Rebellion.


as Rey is deflecting Palpatine’s Force lightning with her saber

POE:
I’m back on! This is our last chance. We got to hit those cannons now!


Rey grunting

PALPATINE:
You are nothing! A scavenger girl is no match for the power in me. I am all the Sith!


Grunts

REY:
And I…

REY:
…I’m all the Jedi.


Grunts

Rey uses Luke and Leia’s lightsabers

Rey straining

Groaning

Rey grunts

Screaming

Then, the sabers disintegrate Palpatine’s (Darth Sidious’) body, killing him

Rey grunts

Disciples screaming

Jannah gasps

C’AI:
Poe, the command ship!

POE:
Their fleet is stuck here! They’re toast! Come on!! Finn, you seeing this?!

ROSE:
Finn didn’t board the lander.

POE:
They’re still on that command ship?


Both yelping

Jannah straining

POE:
I see them. I’m going to get them.

WROBIE TYCE:
General, you won’t make it.

POE:
Trust me, I’m fast!

LANDO:
Not as fast as this ship. Hold on, Chewie! (laughs)


Chewie grunts

JANNAH:
Finn!!!


Both yell

FINN:
No, Rey.


Breathing shakily

Panting

Groans

Ben breathing heavily

Breath trembling

Breathing deeply

after Ben has used Force healing to resurrect Rey

REY:
(softly) Ben.