Saturday, 8 July 2023

Carl Jung - Ending Your Inner Civil War (read by Alan Watts)

Carl Jung - Ending Your Inner Civil War 
(read by Alan Watts)



"People forget that even Doctors have moral scruples, and that certain patients’ confessions are hard even for A Doctor to swallow. Yet the patient does not feel himself accepted unless the very worst in him is accepted too. No one can bring this about by mere words, it comes only through reflection and through The Doctor’s attitude towards himself and his own dark side. If The Doctor wants to guide another or even accompany him a step of the way, he must feel with that person’s psyche. He never feels it when he passes judgement. Whether he puts his judgements into words or keeps them to himself makes not the slightest difference. 

To take the opposite position and to agree with the patient offhand is also of no use. Feeling comes only through unprejudiced objectivity. This sounds almost like a scientific precept, and it could be confused with a purely intellectual abstract attitude of mind, but what I mean is something quite different. It is a human quality, a kind of deep respect for the facts. For the man who suffers from them and for the riddle of such a man’s life. The truly religious person has this attitude. He knows that God has brought all sorts of strange and inconceivable things to pass and seeks in the most curious ways to enter a man’s heart. He therefore senses in everything the unseen presence of the divine will. This is what I mean by unprejudiced objectivity. It is a moral achievement on the part of the doctor who ought not to let himself be repelled by sickness and corruption. 

We cannot change anything unless we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses. I am the oppressor of the person I condemn, not his friend and fellow sufferer. I do not in the least mean to say that we must never pass judgement when we desire to help and improve. But if the doctor wishes to help a human being, he must be able to accept him as he is. And he can do this in reality, only when he has already seen and accepted himself as he is. Perhaps this sounds very simple, but simple things are always the most difficult. In actual life it requires the greatest art to be simple. And so, acceptance of oneself is the essence of the moral problem, and the acid test of one’s whole outlook on life.

That I feed the beggar, that I forgive an insult, that I love my enemy in the name of Christ, all these are undoubtedly great virtues. What I do unto the least of my brethren, that I do unto Christ. But what if I should discover that the least amongst them all, the poorest of all beggars, the most impudent of all offenders, yay the very fiend himself, that these are within me. And that I myself stand in need of the arms of my own kindness. That I myself am the enemy who must be loved, what then? Then, as a rule, the whole truth of Christianity is reversed. There is then no more talk of love and long suffering. We say to the brother within us, raca! (fool!) And condemn and rage against ourselves. We hide him from the world, we deny ever having met this least among the lowly in ourselves. And had it been God himself who drew near to us in this despicable form, we should have denied him a thousand times before a single cock had crowed. 

Healing may be called a religious problem. In the sphere of social or national relations, the state of suffering may be civil war. And this state is to be cured by the Christian virtue of forgiveness and love of one’s enemies. That which we recommend with the conviction of good Christian’s is applicable to external situations. We must also apply inwardly in the treatment of neurosis. This is why modern man has heard enough about guilt and sin. He is sorely beset by his own bad conscience. And wants rather to know how he is to reconcile himself with his own nature. How he is to love the enemy in his own heart and call the wolf his brother. 

The modern man does not want to know in what way he can imitate Christ. But in what way he can live his own individual life, however meager and uninteresting it may be. It is because every form of imitation seems to him deadening and sterile that he rebels against the force of tradition that would hold him to well-trodden ways. All such roads for him lead in the wrong direction. He may not know it, but he behaves as if his own individual life were God’s special will, which must be fulfilled at all costs. This is the source of his egoism, which is one of the most tangible evils of the neurotic state. But the person who tells him he is too egoistic has already lost his confidence and rightly so. For that person has driven him still further into his neurosis. 

If I wish to effect a cure for my patients, I am forced to acknowledge the deep significance of their egoism. I should be blind indeed if I did not recognize it as a true will of God. I must even help the patient to prevail in his egoism. If he succeeds in this, he estranges himself from other people. He drives them away. And they come to themselves as they should, for they were seeking to rob him of his sacred egoism. This must be left to him. For it is his strongest and healthiest power. It is as I have said a true will of God. Which sometimes drives him into complete isolation. However wretched this state may be, it also stands him in good stead. For in this way alone can he get to know himself and learn what an invaluable treasure is the love of his fellow beings. 

It is, moreover, only in the state of complete abandonment and aloneness, that we experience the helpful powers of our own natures. When one has several times seen this development at work, one can no longer deny that what was evil has turned to good. And that what seemed good has kept alive the forces of evil. The arch-demon of egoism leads us along the royal road to that ingathering which religious experience demands. What we observe here is a fundamental law of life. Enantiodromia, or, conversion into the opposite. And it is this that makes possible the reunion of the warring halves of the personality, and thereby, brings the civil war to an end."

- Carl G. Jung


Friday, 7 July 2023

The Lost Tribe of Ephraim

















The Young Man and The Sea --



The Old Man of The Sea :
Thank Ye, lad.

A Young Man and A Fool :
Winslow.
Ephraim Winslow.
These last two weeks, I'd...

I'd like it if You'd Call Me 
by My Name.

The Old Man of The Sea :
Listen to Ye, giving orders, lad.

A Young Man and A Fool :
Winslow.

The Old Man of The Sea :
All right, all right.
Suits me just as fine,
Ephraim Winslow.

So, what brung such a one
as Ye to this damned rock?

A Young Man and A Fool :
Such as what?

The Old Man of The Sea :
Pretty as a picture.

Only joshing, lad, only josh...


A Young Man and A Fool :
Winslow.

The Old Man of The Sea :
Winslow.

What brung Ye to this rock,
Ephraim Winslow?

What were yer work afore?

A Young Man and A Fool :
Timber.

The Old Man of The Sea :
Timber?

A Young Man and A Fool :
Big timber. Up North.
Canada ways.

The Old Man of The Sea :
Hudson Bay outfit?

A Young Man and A Fool :
The same.

The Old Man of The Sea :
True what they say?
"Forest as far as the eye can see"?

A Young Man and A Fool :
Yessir. Spruce, tamarack,
white pine.

"Bush," them folk
up there call it.

The Old Man of The Sea :
Had enough of trees,
that it, then?

A Young Man and A Fool :
Yes, sir.

The Old Man of The Sea :
Can't say I blame ye.

I hearn tell about that life.
Hard goin'.
Workin' one man harder
than two hosses, they say.

No thankee.

The Sea, she's the only
situation wantin' fer me.

A Young Man and A Fool :
Miss it?

The Old Man of The Sea :
Ain't nothing what can touch it.

But I can't... be draggin'
me old stump about.

Nay. Not worth the trouble...
Now I'm a Wickie
and A Wickie I is.

And I'm damn-well wedded
to this here Light,
and she's been a finer,
truer, quieter wife
than any alive-blooded woman.

A Young Man and A Fool :
Y'ever married?

The Old Man of The Sea :
Thirteen Christmases at sea...
Little 'uns at home.
She never forgave it.

'Tis fer the better.

Since we're getting too friendly, 
Ephraim Winslow,
tell me, what's a timber man
want with being a wickie?

Not enough Quiet
for ye up North?

Sawdust itching yer nethers?

Foreman found ye
too high-tempered
for carrying an axe?

A Young Man and A Fool :
Like you said, I just had
enough of trees, I guess.

Since I left Dad,
I done every kind of work
that can pay a man.
Some I ain't near proud of.

The Old Man of The Sea :
Drifter, eh?

A Young Man and A Fool :
No, just... Can't find a post
I can take a real shine to,
so I keep movin' along.

And I ain't the kind to look back
at what's behind him, see.

The Old Man of The Sea :
On the run?

A Young Man and A Fool :
Now look here,
ain't nothin' wrong with a man
startin' fresh, startin' new,
just lookin' to earn A Living...

The Old Man of The Sea :
No...

A Young Man and A Fool :
Just like any man,
just wanna settle down
quiet-like with some earnings.

I read someplace that
a man could earn 630...

I read $1,000 a year
if he tends a light
far off shore.

The further away,
the more he earns.

I read that, and hell,
I says, “Work.”
Save my earnings.

Sometime soon
I'll raise my own roof,
somewheres up country,
with no one to tell me
"what for".

And that's all.

The Old Man of The Sea :
Same old, borin' story, eh?

A Young Man and A Fool :
Well, you asked.

Say, why is it bad luck
to kill a gull?

The Old Man of The Sea :
In 'em's the souls of sailors
what met their maker.

You a prayin' man, Winslow?

A Young Man and A Fool :
Not as often as I might.

But I'm God-fearin',
if that's what you're askin'.

The Captain's Oath







UHURA: 
Spock! Spock, stop! Stop
He's our only chance to Save Kirk!
(Spock stops, then throws a final punch. Blackout.)

WINONA : 
What is it?

GEORGE : 
It's a Boy. Let's 
call him ‘Jim’.

PIKE : 
Your Father was 
Captain of a Starship 
for twelve minutes
He Saved eight hundred Lives. 
I Dare You to Do Better.

[Starfleet Medical]

MCCOY: 
Oh, don't be so melodramatic. You were barely dead. 
It was the transfusion that 
really took its toll. 
You were out cold 
for two weeks.

KIRK: 
Transfusion?

MCCOY: 
Your cells were 
heavily irradiated. 
We had No Choice.

KIRK: 
Khan?

MCCOY: Once we caught him, 
I synthesised a serum from 
his superblood. 

Tell me, are you feeling homicidal? 
Power mad? Despotic?

KIRK: 
No more than usual. 
How'd you catch him?
MCCOY: 
I didn't.
(Spock enters.)
KIRK: 
You Saved My Life.
MCCOY: Uhura and I had something to do with it, too, you know.
SPOCK: 
You Saved My Life, Captain, 
and the lives of —
KIRK: 
Spock, just. 
Thank You.

SPOCK: 
You are Welcome, Jim.

[San Francisco Plaza]

(Khan and his seventy two superpeople in their cryo tubes are in a big vault. A big public ceremony is taking place out of doors.)

KIRK: 
There will always be those who 
mean to Do Us Harm. 
To Stop Them, We risk awakening 
the same evil within ourselves. 

Our first instinct is 
to seek Revenge 
when Those We Love 
are Taken from Us. 

But that's not 
Who We Are. 

We are Here today to rechristen 
The U.S.S. Enterprise, and to 
Honour those who lost their lives
 nearly one year ago. 

When Christopher Pike first 
gave me His Ship, he had me recite 
The Captain's Oath, words 
I didn't appreciate at the time. 
Now I see them as 
A Call for Us to Remember, 
Who We Once Were, and 
Who We Must Be again

And those words?

Space -- The Final Frontier :
These are The Voyages 
of The Starship, ‘Enterprise’. 

Her Five Year Mission :
To explore strange new worlds, 
To seek out new life, 
and new civilisations --
To Boldly Go,
Where no-one has 
gone before.

[Bridge]

CHEKOV: Captain on the bridge.
KIRK: It's hard to get out of it once you've had a taste, isn't that right, Mister Sulu?
SULU: Captain does have a nice ring to it. The chair's all yours, sir.
KIRK: Mister Scott.

[Engineering]

KIRK: How's our core?
SCOTT: Purring like a kitten, Captain. She's ready for a long journey.

[Bridge]

KIRK: Excellent. Come on, Bones! It's gonna be fun.
MCCOY: Five years in space. God help me.
KIRK: Doctor Marcus. I'm glad you could be a part of the family.
CAROL: It's nice to have a family.
KIRK: Spock.
SPOCK: Captain.
KIRK: Where shall we go?
SPOCK: As a mission of this duration has never been attempted, I defer to your good judgement, Captain.
KIRK: 
Mister Sulu, Take Us Out.
SULU: Aye, Captain.

The Ghost Dance

Wonder Woman meets The Chief

The Chief :
He sees Ghosts.

[Secure area] 
(The Doctor reads the last entry in The Notebook.

CHELA
Well? 

The Chorister : It's a reference to 
‘The Great Mind's Eye’.

CHELA
And it was the last thing Dojjen wrote before he —

The Chorister: Before he what…? 

CHELA
Now give it back to me. 

The Chorister: Before he WHAT….? 

CHELA
…before he Danced 
The Dance of The Snake.


There is an ancient Indian saying 
that something lives only as long as 
the last person who remembers it. 

My People have come to trust 
Memory over History. 

Memory, like Fire, 
is Radiant and Immutable 
while History serves 
only those who 
seek to control it, 
those who douse 
The Flame of Memory 
in order to put out 
the dangerous Fire of Truth. 

Beware these men, for they are dangerous themselves and unwise.

Their False History is written in the blood of those who might remember and of those who seek The Truth.




MICHAEL PATRICK HEARN, WRITER: 
The great American Dream turned out to be a nightmare for these people. 
And Frank Baum was out there witnessing this. 
And all of this is expressed 
in the opening chapter of 
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.

"When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great gray prairie on every side. The sun had baked the plowed land into a gray mass, with little cracks running through it. Even the grass was not green, for the sun had burned the tops of the long blades until they were the same gray color to be seen everywhere."


LOUIS WARREN, HISTORIAN: 
One of the most telling moments 
in The Wizard of Oz is right at 
the beginning with the description 
of Aunt Em and Uncle Henry 
as old before their time
as unable to imagine happiness.

"Uncle Henry never laughed. He worked hard from morning till night and did not know what joy was. He looked stern and solemn, and rarely spoke."

LOUIS WARREN, HISTORIAN
Baum in many ways is saying that this Western dream 
seems to have hit a wall. 
It’s a place of great disappointment 
for many of the people who 
had invested their lives in it.

NARRATION: 
On the Standing Rock and Pine Ridge reservations west of Aberdeen, conditions were even more dire for the over 10,000 Lakota living there. 
And with access to only meager government rations, many families were on the verge of starvation

In the middle of this unfolding apocalypse, a new religion known as The Ghost Dance began to spread through many western tribes. 
They believed The Dance, which preached a defiant message of Hope, would wash away 
the white settlers and 
return the land to 
its original state.

PHILIP J. DELORIA, HISTORIAN: 
It's a regenerative religious practice. 
It’s not people yelling and screaming. 
You do this dance until you 
sort of fall into a vision state, 
and you fall down out of the circle, 
and you have a vision, 
and people come and 
take care of you, and 
other people 
keep dancing. 

White Americans see this and 
they think that The Ghost Dance 
is the prelude to an 
armed uprising.


NARRATION: 
Desperate to keep his Aberdeen dream afloat, Frank blasted rival newspapers for ginning up 
a "false and senseless scare," 
fearing that headlines screaming 
of "Indian uprisings" would 
drive settlers away. 

"After two years of successive crop failures," he wrote, "comes the Indian scare, and 
the consequence is 
we are getting 
a very bad name."

EVAN SCHWARTZ, WRITER: 
A lot of businesses were going under and the economic collapse in South Dakota was threatening his very concept of home. 
He invested so much of himself there that it was almost unthinkable that everything would collapse.

NARRATION: 
President Benjamin Harrison 
ordered his Secretary of War 
to suppress The Ghost Dance, by force if necessary. 

On December 15, 1890, 
Lakota Chief Sitting Bull was shot 
and killed on the Standing Rock Reservation 
during a botched arrest for his alleged support of The Ghost Dance. 
When news reached Aberdeen, one hundred and fifty miles away, the townspeople feared retaliation.

LOUIS WARREN, HISTORIAN: 
It creates a response 
of panic among white people. 
Newspaper editors begin to demand 
federal protection in case thereís what they call an outbreak.


NARRATION: 
Baum's newspaper ran wire reports 
warning of imminent reprisal. 
Caught up in the mass hysteria and 
watching his Aberdeen efforts 
spiraling into failure, Frank’s usually optimistic rhetoric changed drastically. 

In an editorial, he praised Sitting Bull, but described the remaining Lakota people as a ìpack of whining cursî and called for a vicious ethnic cleansing.
The Whites, by law of conquest, by justice of civilization, are masters of the American continent,”Baum asserted, “and the best safety of the frontier settlements will be secured by the total annihilation of the few remaining Indians.

SHARON HARTMAN STROM, HISTORIAN: 
Baum thinks that the extermination 
of Native Americans is inevitable
His view of tolerance comes out of the milieu that he is in. 
It’s really about middle-class white people getting along well.


NARRATION: 
The US Army dispatched troops to disarm and arrest a group of Lakota, including followers of Sitting Bull. 
Within days of these orders, the US Seventh Cavalry massacred as many as 300 Lakota men, women and children at Wounded Knee Creek.

Frank responded again. “Having wronged them for centuries, we had better, in order to protect our civilization, follow it up by one more wrong and wipe these untamed and untamable creatures from the face of the earth.

PHILIP J. DELORIA, HISTORIAN: 
What Baum says in the editorials tells us exactly how Americans are seeing Indian people. 

Thereís no mercy, no quarter, no sympathy. It is a definitive and defining statement of intense racial animosity. 
And I think Baum is capturing, perhaps, some of his own ambivalence, but he is channeling a major, and important, and deadly current of American thought.


SALLY ROESCH WAGNER, WOMENíS STUDIES SCHOLAR: 
I donít know how to understand Frankís reaction other than to understand that an "either-or" interpretation of history is a lie, 
that we're "both-and."
 L. Frank Baum carried that, that poison of racism in him that I carry, 
that we all carry as settlers.

NARRATION: 
The drought, the despair, and the foreclosures continued. Ad sales dropped and subscriptions dried up, forcing Baum to abandon his newspaper and make plans to leave Aberdeen. His western venture had turned into another failure.

DOROTHY: "But how do I start for Emerald City?" Glinda: "It's always best to start at the beginningóand all you do is follow the Yellow Brick Road."
GREGORY MAGUIRE, WRITER: Dorothy goes into a land in which magic spells are part of the apparatus of governance. 
THE WIZARD OF OZ (1939) - DOROTHY: "Follow the yellow brick road?
GREGORY MAGUIRE, WRITER: And most of what she achieves she achieves without recourse to the magic. She comes with her true grit. She just puts one foot in front of another along the Yellow Brick Road to achieve what it is that she needs to do.
DINA MASSACHI, AMERICAN STUDIES SCHOLAR: There is a real American value of being self-reliant, and you see that with Dorothy. Dorothy really set the stage for little girls getting out of the house and going on adventures the way that boys do.

MARIA E. MONTOYA, HISTORIAN: She goes on what is quintessentially the great American quest to find the place that will bring her happiness, will bring her the things that she needs.

Dunkirk



Quentin Tarantino on What Makes ‘Dunkirk’ a Masterpiece

She Must Have Hidden The Plans
in The Escape-pod --
Send a Detachment Down 
to Retrieve Them, See to It
Personally
Commander --

There'll Be No-one to Stop Us, 
This Time --



Thursday, 6 July 2023

Monday, 3 July 2023

TraumaZone

Adam Curtis on the fall of the Soviet Union's worrying parallels with mo...

Adam Curtis is a journalist and filmmaker. 
His latest documentary, 
Russia 1985-1999 : TraumaZone
is out now on BBC iPlayer.

Shapeshifting

"Shapeshifting" an excerpt from 
HyperNormalization by Adam Curtis


HyperNormalisation is a 2016 BBC documentary 
by British filmmaker Adam Curtis. 
This is a section on the power 
of Putin's political technologist 
Vladimir Surkov and his influence 
on post-Truth politics.

I want to marry a Lighthouse-Keeper,
and Live by The Side of The Sea.

Saturday, 1 July 2023

The Old Man Thinks He is in Love with His Daughter






Ros Who was that? 

Guil Didn’t you know him? 

Ros He didn’t know me. 

Guil He didn’t see you. 

Ros I didn’t see him. 

Guil We shall see. I hardly knew him, he’s changed. 

Ros You could see that? 

Guil Transformed. 

Ros How do you know? 

Guil Inside and out. 

Ros I see. Guil He’s not himself. 

Ros He’s changed. 

Guil I could see that. (Beat.) Glean what afflicts him. 

Ros Me? 

Guil Him. 

Ros How? 

Guil Question and answer. Old ways are the best ways. 

Ros He’s afflicted. 

Guil You Question, I’ll Answer. 

Ros He’s not himself, you know. 

Guil I’m Him, you see. Beat. 

Ros Who am I then? 

Guil You’re yourself. 

Ros And He’s you? 

Guil Not a bit of it. 

Ros Are you afflicted? 

Guil That’s the idea. Are you ready? 

Ros Let’s go back a bit. 

Guil I’m afflicted. 

Ros I see. 

Guil Glean what afflicts me. 

Ros Right. 

Guil Question and Answer. 

Ros How should I begin? 

Guil Address me. 

Ros My dear Guildenstern! 

Guil (quietly) You’ve forgotten – haven’t you? 

Ros My dear Rosencrantz! 

Guil (great control) I don’t think you quite understand. What we are attempting is A Hypothesis in which I answer for Him, while You ask Me Questions. 

Ros Ah! Ready? 

Guil You know what to do? 

Ros What? 

Guil Are you stupid? 

Ros Pardon? 

Guil Are you deaf? 

Ros Did you speak? 

Guil (admonishing) Not now – 

Ros Statement

Guil (shouts) Not now! (Pause.) If I had any doubts, or rather hopes, they are dispelled. What could we possibly have in common except Our Situation? (They separate and sit.) Perhaps he’ll come back this way. 

Ros Should we go? 

Guil Why? Pause. 

Ros (starts up. Snaps fingers) Oh! You mean – you pretend to be him, and I ask you questions! 

Guil (dry) Very good. 

Ros You had me confused. 

Guil I could see I had. 

Ros How should I begin? 

Guil Address me. 

They stand and face each other, posing. 

Ros My honoured Lord! 

Guil My dear Rosencrantz! Pause. 

Ros Am I pretending to be You, then? 

Guil Certainly not. If You like. Shall we continue? 

Ros Question and Answer. 

Guil Right. 

Ros Right. My honoured lord! 

Guil My dear fellow! 

Ros How are you? 

Guil Afflicted! 

Ros Really? In what way? 

Guil Transformed. 

Ros Inside or out? 

Guil Both. 

Ros I see. (Pause.) Not much new there. 

Guil Go into details. Delve. Probe The Background, establish The Situation. 

Ros So – so Your Uncle is The King of Denmark?! 

Guil And My Father before Him. 

Ros His Father before him? 

Guil No, My Father before Him. 

Ros But surely – 

Guil You might well ask. 

Ros Let Me get it straight. Your Father was King. You were His Only Son. Your Father dies. You are of age. Your Uncle becomes King. 

Guil Yes

Ros Unorthodox

Guil Undid Me

Ros Undeniable. Where were You? 

Guil In Germany. 

Ros Usurpation, then. 

Guil He slipped in

Ros Which reminds Me... 

Guil Well, it would. 

Ros I don’t want to be personal. 

Guil It’s common knowledge. 

Ros Your Mother’s marriage. 

Guil He slipped in. Beat. 

Ros (lugubriously) His Body was still warm

Guil So was hers

Ros Extraordinary. 

Guil Indecent. 

Ros Hasty. 

Guil Suspicious. 

Ros It makes You Think. 

Guil Don’t Think I haven’t Thought of it. 

Ros And with Her Husband’s Brother

Guil They were close. 

Ros She went to Him – 

Guil – Too close – 

Ros – for comfort

Guil It Looks Bad

Ros It adds up. 

Guil Incest to Adultery. 

Ros Would You Go so Far? 

Guil Never

Ros To Sum up : Your Father, whom You Love, dies, You are His Heir, You come back to find that hardly was The Corpse cold before His Young Brother popped on to His Throne and into His Sheets, thereby offending both Legal and Natural Practice

Now
Why Exactly are You Behaving in This Extraordinary Manner

Guil I can’t Imagine! (Pause.) But all that is well known, common property. Yet He sent for Us. And We Did Come.

Spaghetti







“I felt well enough to write my first letter home from Italy :

My dear Mum, Dad and Des, 

I am officially somewhere else, 
that somewhere else is where I am, 
I am not at liberty to say, 
the whole of this land 
we have arrived in 
is now TOP SECRET, 
in fact no one is allowed 
to know where it is, 
even the people who live in it 
are told to forget they are here, 
however, the bloody Germans 
know where it is, 
and don’t want to let us have it 
(Spaghetti). 

I’ve been here about a certain number of days (Spaghetti
and we all arrived here by certain transport 
and landed at a certain place 
at a certain time, 
of all these facts I am dead certain (Spaghetti). 

We are allowed to mention the sky, 
so I’ll say that we have in fact got one, 
it’s directly overhead and high 
enough to allow you to stand up. 

The weather, well it was nice and warm when we landed 
but is turning cool, 
as are the natives, 
and now there is rain 
every other day, 
I am not with the regiment 
at the moment, 
no, I have had an illness called sandfly fever, it’s caused, 
as the name suggests, 
by getting sand in your flies, 
which immediately sends 
your temperature soaring, 
so despite the cold weather 
I’m quite warm thank you, 
in fact my temperature got so high, 
walking patients used to sit around 
my bed at night to keep warm. (Spaghetti). 

However, I’m better now, I’ve still got a temperature but it’s normal. 

Next I’ll be sent to a bloody awful 
Reinforcement Camp, 
where all the mud is sent to be slept on by unclaimed soldiers. 

So far the Battery have not sustained any casualties except me. (Spaghetti). 

With the censorship as it is it’s pointless to write any more, all I want you to do is to write and tell me where I am (Spaghetti). 

Your loving Son/Brother/Midwife

Terry                              

SEPTEMBER 28, 1943

1957: The SPAGHETTI HARVEST | Panorama
Classic BBC clips | BBC Archive


Panorama reports from Switzerland, where the combination 
of a mild winter and the virtual disappearance of pests 
like the spaghetti weevil, has resulted 
in a bumper spaghetti crop.


This clip is believed to be one of the first televised April Fools pranks - 
the original fake news, if you will. 
The narrator of the film is the highly 
respected journalist Richard Dimbleby.

Back in 1957, some viewers failed to see the funny side 
and criticised the BBC for airing the spoof news item 
on what is supposed to be a serious factual programme.

Others, however, were so intrigued that they wrote in to the BBC 
asking where they could purchase their very own spaghetti bush.

Originally broadcast 1 April, 1957.




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Big Bird in China

Sesame Street: Big Bird in China (2004 VHS) (Full Screen)