Saturday, 24 February 2024

Daddy Knows Best

(WIND WHISTLING)
Danny, Champion 
of The World :
Here's what 
we're gonna do.
You're gonna stay in the car, 
keep the heater running.

I don't want you spending a minute 
inside there if you don't have to.

She can only come from here.
You can see her a mile out, easy.

You see lights on the mountain 
over there, you blast me, okay?

But I don't want you going in
Not until she's here.


Abra :
You aren't waiting with me?

Danny, Champion 
of The World :
I can't.

Abra :
Why not?
Danny, Champion 
of The World :
I have to wake it up.


Excerpt from : From PSYOP to MindWar :
The Psychology of Victory (1980)
by Maj.General Michael Aquino
US Naval Intelligence, NATO, 
Church of Satan,
Temple of Set --


"....According to the present doctrine, PSYOP is considered an accessory to the main effort of winning battles and wars; the term usually used is “force multiplier”. It is certainly not considered a precondition to command decisions. Thus PSYOP cannot predetermine the political or psychological effectiveness of a given military action. It can only be used to point that action in the best possible colours as it is taken.

MindWar cannot be so relegated. It is, in fact, the strategy to which tactical warfare must conform if it is to achieve maximum effectiveness. The MindWar scenario must be preeminent in the mind of the commander and must be the principal factor in his every field decision. Otherwise he sacrifices measures which actually contribute to winning the war to measures of immediate, tangible satisfaction. [Consider the rational for “body counts” in Vietnam.]

Accordingly PSYOP “combat support” units as we now know them must become a thing of the past. MindWar teams must offer technical expertise to the commander from the onset of the planning process, and at all levels down to that of the battalion. Such teams cannot be composed - as they are now - of branch-immaterial officers and NCOs who know simply the basics of tactical propaganda operations. They must be composed of full-time experts who strive to translate the strategy of national MindWar into tactical goals maximize the effective winning of the war and minimize loss of life. Such MindWar teams will win commanders respect only if they can deliver on their promises.

What the Army now considers to be the most effective PSYOP - tactical PSYOP - is actually the most limited and primitive effort, due to the difficulties of formulating and delivering messages under battlefield constraints. Such efforts must continue, but they are properly seen as reinforcement of the main MindWar effort. If we do not attack The Enemy’s will until he reaches the battlefield, his nation will have strengthened it as best it can. We must attack that will before it is thus locked in place. We must instill in it a predisposition to inevitable defeat.

Strategic MindWar must begin the moment war is considered to be inevitable. It must seek out the attention of the enemy nation through every available medium, and it must strike at the nation’s potential soldiers before they put on their uniforms. It is in their homes and their communities that they are most vulnerable to MindWar. Was the United States defeated in the jungles of Vietnam, or was it defeated in the streets of American cities?

To this end MindWar must be strategic in emphasis, with tactical applications playing a reinforcing, supplementary role. In its strategic context, MindWar must reach out to friends, enemies, and neutrals alike across the globe - neither through primitive “battlefield” leaflets and loudspeakers of PSYOP nor through the weak, imprecise, and narrow effort of psychotronics - but through the media possessed by the United States which have the capabilities to reach virtually all people on the face of the Earth.

These media are, of course, the electronic media - television and radio. State of the art developments in satellite communication, video recording techniques, and laser and optical transmission of broadcasts make possible a penetration of the minds of the world such as would have been inconceivable just a few years ago. Like the sword Excalibur, we have but to reach out and seize this tool; and it can transform the world for us if we have the courage and the integrity to enhance civilization with it. If we do not accept Excalibur, then we relinquish our ability to inspire foreign cultures with our morality. If they then desire moralities unsatisfactory to us, we have no choice but to fight them on a more brutish level.

MindWar must target all participants if it is to be effective. It must not only weaken the enemy; it must strengthen the United States. It strengthens the United States by denying enemy propaganda access to our people, and by explaining and emphasising to our people the rationale for our national interest in a specific war.

Under existing United States law, PSYOP units may not target American citizens. That prohibition is based upon the presumption that “propaganda” is necessarily a lie or at least a misleading half-truth, and that The Government has no right to lie to The People. The Propaganda Ministry of Goebbels must not be a part of the American way of life.

Quite right, and so it must be axiomatic of MindWar that it always speaks the truth. Its power lies in its ability to focus recipients’ attention on the truth of the future as well as that of the present. MindWar thus involves the stated promise of the truth that the United States has resolved to make real if it is not already so.

MindWar is not new. Nations’ greatest - and least costly - victories have resulted from it, both in time of actual combat and in time of threatened combat. Consider the atomic attacks on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The physical destruction of those two cities did not destroy Japan’s ability to continue fighting. Rather the psychological shock of the weapons destroyed what remained of Japan’s national will to fight. Surrender followed; a long and costly ground invasion was averted."

Yes Prime Minister - Salami Tactics and Nuclear Deterrent

Strategist :
Prime Minister -- you do believe 
in The Nuclear Deterrent ....?

[ nods ]

Strategist :
Why

Prime Minister :
.... Why..? 

Strategist :
Whom

[ blank look ]

Strategist :
Whom does it deter

Prime Minister :
The Russians
from attacking Us. 

Strategist :
Why?

Prime Minister :
Why, because They know They can't 
threaten to launch an attack, or
I'd press The Button.

Strategist :
You would? 

Prime Minister :
.....wouldn't I? 

Strategist :
Well, would you? 

Prime Minister :
.....as a last resort, yes --
 ....yes, I certainly would,  well -- 
...I think I certainly would -- 

Strategist :
And what is the last resort?

Prime Minister :
.....if The Russians were to 
invade Western Europe 

Strategist :
But you only have 12 hours to decideso 
the last resort is also the first response
is that what you are saying....? 

Prime Minister :
.....am I...?

Strategist :
(chuckles) You don't need to worry --
Why should The Russians annex the whole 
of Europe...? They can't even control Afghanistan

No, if They try anything, it 
will be Salami Tactics --

Prime Minister :
 Salami Tactics....?

Strategist :
Slice by slice -- one small piece at a time.
So, would you press The Button 
if They invade West Berlin?


Prime Minister :
....it all depends on what --

Strategist :
Scenario one : Riots in West Berlin --
Would you press The Button?

Buildings in flames; East German Fire Brigade 
crosses the border to help -- 
Would you press The Button

The East German police come with them --
The Button

There's some troops, more troops
"just for riot control", They say, and then 
the East German troops are replaced 
by Russian troops -- 
Button

The Russian troops don't go
They are invited to stay to support 
civilian administration
the civilian administration closes roads 
and Tempelhof Airport --
Now, you press The Button...?

Prime Minister :
....I need time to think --

Strategist :
....Button?
 
Prime Minister :
....I need time to think about --

Strategist :
You have 12 hours 

Prime Minister :
....you're inventing this --

Strategist :
You are Prime Minister today 
the phone might ring now 
from NATO Headquarters --

Hello, yes....?  
NATO headquarters, Prime Minister -- 
Can you address their annual 
conference in April 

Prime Minister :
-- I thought I could 
I'm not so sure, now --

Strategist :
Yes, 
Scenario Two : Russian army maneuvers 
take Them accidentally-on-purpose across 
the West German frontiers --

Prime Minister :
.....at the last resort -- 

Strategist :
All right --

Scenario Three : Suppose The Russians have 
invaded and occupied West Germany, Belgium, 
Holland, France -- suppose tanks and troops 
have reached The English Channelsuppose
 They are poised for an invasion --
is that the last resort 

Prime Minister :
....no.

Strategist :
Why not? 

Prime Minister :
We'd only fight a nuclear war to defend ourselves;
How could we defend ourselves 
by `committing suicide...?

So what is the last resort, Piccadilly?! 
Watford Gap Service Station....?! 
The Reform Club...?!

So, when would you 
Press The Button...?!

Prime Minister :
.....I would if I had 
No Choice.

Strategist :
But They're never going to put you into 
a position where you have no Choice
They'll just continue to keep-on
with Their Salami Tactics --


Dr. Disco : 
What is it that you actually want?
(A long pause.)

Bonnie : 
War.

Dr. Disco : 
Ah. Ah, right. 

And when this war is over, when you have a homeland free from humans, what do you think it's going to be like? Do you know? Have you thought about it? Have you given it any consideration? Because you're very close to getting what you want. What's it going to be like? Paint me a picture. Are you going to live in houses? Do you want people to go to work? Will there be holidays? Oh! Will there be music? Do you think people will be allowed to play violins? Who's going to make the violins? Well? Oh, you don't actually know, do you? Because, like every other tantrumming child in history, Bonnie, you don't actually know what you want. So, let me ask you a question about this brave new world of yours. When you've killed all the bad guys, and when it's all perfect and just and fair, when you have finally got it exactly the way you want it, what are you going to do with the people like you? The troublemakers

How are you going to protect your 
glorious revolution from the next one?


Bonnie : 
We'll win.


Dr. Disco : Oh, will you? Well, maybe, maybe you will win! But nobody wins for long. The wheel just keeps turning. So, come on. Break the cycle.
Bonnie : Why are you still talking?
Dr. Disco : Because I want to get you to see, 
and I'm almost there!
Bonnie : Do you know what I see, Doctor? A box. A box with everything I need. A fifty percent chance.
KATE: For us, too.
(Both women have their hands poised over the buttons. The Doctor resumes Games Host mode.)
Dr. Disco : And we're off! Fingers on buzzers! Are you feeling lucky? Are you ready to play the game? Who's going to be quickest? Who's going to be luckiest?
KATE: This is not a game!
Dr. Disco : No, it's not a game, sweetheart, and I mean that most sincerely.
(Do a search on Hughie Green if you don't get the reference.)
Bonnie : Why are you doing this?
KATE: Yes, I'd quite like to know that, too. You set this up. Why?

Dr. Disco : Because it's not a game, Kate. 
This is a scale model of war. Every war ever fought, right there in front of you. Because it's always the same. When you fire that first shot, no matter how right you feel, you have no idea who's going to die! You don't know whose children are going to scream and burn! How many hearts will be broken! How many lives shattered! How much blood will spill until everybody does what they were always going to have to do from the very beginning --
Sit down and talk
(sigh) Listen to me. Listen, I just, I just want you to think
Do you know what thinking is? It's just 
a fancy word for changing your mind.

Bonnie : 
I will not change my mind.

Dr. Disco : 
Then you will die stupid. Alternatively, you could step away from that box, you can walk right out of that door and you could stand your revolution down.

Bonnie : 
No! I'm not stopping this, Doctor. I started it. I will not stop it. 
You think they'll let me go, after what I've done?

Dr. Disco
You're all the same, you screaming kids. 
You know that? "Look at me, I'm unforgivable." 
Well, here's the unforeseeable. I forgive you.
 
After all you've done, 
I forgive you.

Bonnie : 
You don't understand. 
You will never understand.

Dr. Disco : 
I don't understand? Are you kidding? Me
Of course I understand. I mean, do you call this a war? 
This funny little thing? This is not A War
I fought in a bigger war than you will ever know
I did worse things than you could ever imagine
And when I close my eyes I hear more screams 
than anyone could ever be able to count!
 And do you know what you do with all that pain? 
Shall I tell you where you put it? 
You hold it tight till it burns 
your hand, and you say this :
"No one else will ever have to live like this. 
No one else will have to feel this pain. 
Not on my watch!"
(Kate closes the lid of the red box and steps back.)

Dr. Disco : 
Thank you. Thank you.

KATE: 
.....I'm sorry.

Dr. Disco : 
I know. I know. Thank you. 
(to Clara-Z) Well?

(Long, long pause --)

Bonnie : 
It's empty, isn't it? Both boxes. 
There's nothing in them. 
Just buttons.

Dr. Disco :
 Of course. And do you know how 
you know that? Because you've 
started to think like me.

(Clara-Z drops her hand away from the buttons.)

Dr. Disco : 
It's hell, isn't it? No one should 
have to think like that. 
And no one will. Not on our watch
(their eyes meet) Gotcha.

Bonnie : 
How can you be so sure?

Dr. Disco : 
Because you have a disadvantage, Zygella. 
I know that face.

KATE: 
This is all very well, but we know 
the boxes are empty now. 
We can't forget that.

Dr. Disco : 
No, well, er, you've said 
that the last fifteen times.

(He sonics the memory filter in the ceiling. Bang! 
Osgood leans an unconscious Kate against a rack of stuff.
 Clara-Z closes the blue box.)


Bonnie : 
You didn't wipe my memory.

Dr. Disco : 
No. Just Kate's. 
Oh, and your little friends'
 here, of course. (The Zygons
When they wake up, they won't remember 
what you've done. It'll be our secret.

Bonnie : 
You're going to protect me?


OSGOOD: 
You're One of Us now, 
whether you like it, or not.

Bonnie : 
I don't understand how 
you could just forgive me.

Dr. Disco : 
Because I've been 
where you have. 
There was another box. I was going 
to press another button. 

I was going to wipe out all of 
my own kind, man, woman and child. 
I was so sure I was right.

Bonnie : 
What happened?

Dr. Disco : 
The same thing that happened to you. 
I let Clara Oswald get inside my head. Trust me. 
She doesn't leave.

The Harlequinade






[Music]

Time's Champion :
Mags?

They position themselves on either side 
of The Cage/Stage Door :

The Captain :
It's not going to work --
I remember when I was on the 
baleful plains of growan.... 

The Wolf :
I don't care


Time's Champion :
Ready? "I believe I'm on first --"

The Wolf :
"No, I'm ahead of you."

Time's Champion :
"No you're not --"

The Wolf :
" -- No, I am."

Time's Champion :
"I insist on going on first--"  

The Wolf :
"-- Oh, no  you don't --"

Time's Champion :
"-- oh yes I do"

The Wolf :
"Look I insist on going on
first -- 

Time's Champion :
"-- I told you, 
I am --"

The Wolf :
-- I am."

Thoroughly confused by now, 
The Other Two (robot) Clowns,
(aka, The Policemen)
open The Door, enter The Cage,
don't know which way to look 
for The Victim -- and get 
Clubbed to Death.

Time's Champion :
Join The Club
Captain.....? 

The Captain :
Oh thanks, old boy I'll sit this
one out -- goodbye Maggs 

The Wolf :
....goodbye Captain

We are The Authority



The Making Of Cruising (1980) - William Friedkin Documentary


Aporia


THE DARK KNIGHT: How the Joker creates doubt


 

The Godfather Dances

In The Heat of The Moment

Cruising (1980) - Pacino dances

In ancient Greek religion and myth, 
Dionysus (/daɪ.əˈnaɪsəs/; Ancient Greek: Διόνυσος Dionysos) 
is the god of wine-making, orchards and fruit, vegetation, fertility, festivity, insanity, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, and theatre.
He was also known as Bacchus (/ˈbækəs/ or /ˈbɑːkəs/; Ancient Greek: Βάκχος Bacchos) by the Greeks (a name later adopted by the Romans) for a frenzy he is said to induce called baccheia.[4] As Dionysus Eleutherius ("the liberator"), his wine, music, and ecstatic dance free his followers from self-conscious fear and care, and subvert the oppressive restraints of the powerful.[5] 

His thyrsus, a fennel-stem sceptre, sometimes wound 
with ivy and dripping with honey, is both a beneficent wand 
and a weapon used to destroy those who oppose his cult 
and the freedoms he represents.

Those who partake of his mysteries are believed to become possessed and empowered by the god himself.[7]

His origins are uncertain, and his cults took many forms; some are described by ancient sources as Thracian, others as Greek.[8][9][10] In Orphism, he was variously a son of Zeus and Persephone; a chthonic or underworld aspect of Zeus; or the twice-born son of Zeus and the mortal Semele. The Eleusinian Mysteries identify him with Iacchus, the son or husband of Demeter. Most accounts say he was born in Thrace, traveled abroad, and arrived in Greece as a foreigner. His attribute of "foreignness" as an arriving outsider-god may be inherent and essential to his cults, as he is a god of epiphany, sometimes called "the god that comes".[11]

Wine was a religious focus in the cult of Dionysus and was his earthly incarnation.[12] Wine could ease suffering, bring joy, and inspire divine madness.[13] Festivals of Dionysus included the performance of sacred dramas enacting his myths, the initial driving force behind the development of theatre in Western culture.[14] The cult of Dionysus is also a "cult of the souls"; his maenads feed the dead through blood-offerings, and he acts as a divine communicant between the living and the dead.[15] He is sometimes categorised as a dying-and-rising god.[16]

Romans identified Bacchus with their own Liber Pater, the "Free Father" of the Liberalia festival, patron of viniculture, wine and male fertility, and guardian of the traditions, rituals and freedoms attached to coming of age and citizenship, but the Roman state treated independent, popular festivals of Bacchus (Bacchanalia) as subversive, partly because their free mixing of classes and genders transgressed traditional social and moral constraints. Celebration of the Bacchanalia was made a capital offence, except in the toned-down forms and greatly diminished congregations approved and supervised by the State. Festivals of Bacchus were merged with those of Liber and Dionysus.

Name
Etymology

Dionysus extending a drinking cup (kantharos) (late sixth century BC)
The dio- prefix in Ancient Greek Διόνυσος (Diónūsos; [di.ó.nyː.sos]) has been associated since antiquity with Zeus (genitive Dios), and the variants of the name seem to point to an original *Dios-nysos.[17] The earliest attestation is the Mycenaean Greek dative form 𐀇𐀺𐀝𐀰 (di-wo-nu-so),[18][17] featured on two tablets that had been found at Mycenaean Pylos and dated to the twelfth or thirteenth century BC. At that time, there could be no certainty on whether this was indeed a theonym,[19][20] but the 1989–90 Greek-Swedish Excavations at Kastelli Hill, Chania, unearthed, inter alia, four artefacts bearing Linear B inscriptions; among them, the inscription on item KH Gq 5 is thought to confirm Dionysus's early worship.[21] In Mycenaean Greek the form of Zeus is di-wo.[22] The second element -nūsos is of unknown origin.[17] It is perhaps associated with Mount Nysa, the birthplace of the god in Greek mythology, where he was nursed by nymphs (the Nysiads),[23] although Pherecydes of Syros had postulated nũsa as an archaic word for "tree" by the sixth century BC.[24][25] On a vase of Sophilos the Nysiads are named νύσαι (nusae).[26] Kretschmer asserted that νύση (nusē) is a Thracian word that has the same meaning as νύμφη (nýmphē), a word similar with νυός (nuos) (daughter in law, or bride, I-E *snusós, Sanskr. snusā).[27] He suggested that the male form is νῦσος (nūsos) and this would make Dionysus the "son of Zeus".[26] Jane Ellen Harrison believed that the name Dionysus means "young Zeus".[28] Robert S. P. Beekes has suggested a Pre-Greek origin of the name, since all attempts to find an Indo-European etymology are doubtful.[18][17]

Meaning and variants

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Later variants include Dionūsos and Diōnūsos in Boeotia; Dien(n)ūsos in Thessaly; Deonūsos and Deunūsos in Ionia; and Dinnūsos in Aeolia, besides other variants. A Dio- prefix is found in other names, such as that of the Dioscures, and may derive from Dios, the genitive of the name of Zeus.

Nonnus, in his Dionysiaca, writes that the name Dionysus means "Zeus-limp" and that Hermes named the new born Dionysus this, "because Zeus while he carried his burden lifted one foot with a limp from the weight of his thigh, and nysos in Syracusan language means limping".[30] In his note to these lines, W. H. D. Rouse writes "It need hardly be said that these etymologies are wrong".[30] The Suda, a Byzantine encyclopedia based on classical sources, states that Dionysus was so named "from accomplishing [διανύειν] for each of those who live the wild life. Or from providing [διανοεῖν] everything for those who live the wild life."[31]

Friday, 23 February 2024

Disassembled

“Only The Wounded Warrior 
can Hope to Heal.”

-- C.G. Jung

Evil Bloody-well exists —”

The Singing Detective - What Do You Believe In?



Sister :
How are we today? 

RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Mm, I'm not too happy. I don't... 
[glances vaguely in the direction of His Junk
I don't know about him

Sister :
What? 

RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Or maybe you mean you

Sister :
What do you mean? 

RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Well, how are we today? 
See, you say, "we." 
Who's the other guy? 

Sister :
It's just a way of speaking. 

RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Yeah, it's a medical way. 
Assume loss of health equals 
loss of brain cells. 

Sister :
Do you think you have a positive attitude? 

RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Don't... don't. You're going to crack me up. 
Well, that depends on whether we're talking 
donuts you dunk or black feminist lesbians. 
I'm in favour of both, up to a point

Sister :
You know, your illness, to a large... 

RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Will I be able to move on my own three feet? 
Will I hold a pen or a tit again? 
Never mind the rhetoric. I can get that 
from a doctor, Doctor. 

I have seen a lot of patients who are 
as bad as you are, but not one of them 
has reacted with such aggression. 

RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
What they do, sing madrigals? 

Sister :
Well, they don't act like 
they've fallen into a sewer. 

RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Ah, see... I thought you were pushing tranquillisers
I didn't realise you had a deodorant in mind. 

Sister :
You should take them, 
you know, the tranquillisers. 

RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
No! No, no and no

Sister :
How long are you going to see your plight 
through a blinding hot rage, Mr. Dark? 
Hmm? What do you live by? 

RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
What? Come on. 

Sister :
All right, it's an embarrassing question, 
but surely there must be something 
in a time of crises... 
What do you believe in? 

RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
…..Genocide

Sister :
What? 

RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Genocide. Starting in Los Angeles 
and working its way eastward. 
I believe in so many things. Infanticide, 
insecticide, cy... anide, suicide, AIDS... 

Sister :
Okay. All right. Okay. 

RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
I put my faith in  cholesterol, caffeine, nicotine, alcohol, 
President Bush, carbon monoxide, masturbation, 
nuclear first-strike, the Reader's Digest and... 
not properly labeling poisons. 

Sister :
Are you done? 

RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
But most of all, Doc, most of all, 
I believe in the one good thing that comes 
hurtling out of people's mouths. Ralph
Vomit. Puke. The Technicolor yawn. 
Cookie dough! 

Sister :
There is a good man here. 

RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Uh-huh. 

Sister :
He's new. He's very alert and 
sympathetic. Dr. Gibbon. 

RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Doctor... of what? Skin, joints, zoology? 

Sister :
He's a psychotherapist

RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Go fuck yourself! 

Sister :
You will never get on top of your condition 
until you deal with your bitterness. 
Start over. Reassemble yourself. 

RDJ/Tony Stark/Mel Gibson/Dennis Potter :
Reassemble myself? With what?







BREATHING


DR. GIBSON
I don't wish to upset 
you, Mr Marlow...
No, let me be more precise;
I do not wish to upset 
you UNNECESSARILY
I think you need help.

I think you know 
that you need help.

And you're too intelligent or too aware 
of your condition to deny it.

Most chronic dermatological patients 
are on tranquillisers or anti-depressants,
almost as a matter of routine —
Skin is, after all, extremely personal, is it not?

The temptation is to believe that the sins 
and poisons of the mind have somehow 
erupted on to the skin.

"Unclean!" you shout, ringing your bell, 
warning us to keep clear.

The Leper in the Bible, yes?

But that's nonsense, you know.
DO you know?

Well, one part of you does, I'm sure.
You can be helped.

Moreover, Mr Marlow, I think
I — can help.

You can. Yes, you can. If you can give me 
a couple of hundred barbiturates, you can.

Otherwise, stop pissing into the wind, 
listening to your own voice.

Stop confusing wisdom with smugness 
and send me back to my bed.

I don't care too much for your manners, Mr Marlow.

Yeah, I've had complaints. Sorry about that.
Be glad I don't crack my knuckles, too.


You didn't set out to mimic stuff, did you?
-What stuff?
0:20:14 0:20:22
-"It's not raining in the foothills" sort of stuff.
-WHAT sort of stuff?
0:20:22 0:20:27
OK, so you won't play ball.
0:20:27 0:20:30
Look, I'd heard that psychiatrists, psycho-analysts, or whatever you are, are very peculiar people,
0:20:30 0:20:38
but really, I find it impossible to understand a single word you say.
0:20:38 0:20:43
Having read your prose, I feel you did not set out to write like that.
0:20:43 0:20:49
-What would you rather have written about?
-If I had the talent? Come on!
0:20:49 0:20:56
-Be a critic!
-OK, if you had the talent.
0:20:56 0:21:00
One-liners in Christmas crackers, speeches for Mrs Thatcher,
0:21:00 0:21:06
obituaries...or is that the same thing? Verses in birthday cards, captions for Prince Andrew.
0:21:06 0:21:13
-There's NO telling what I could have done.
-It won't be used in evidence against you, you know.
0:21:13 0:21:21
-What won't?
-You telling me what it was you wanted to write.
-Forget it!
0:21:21 0:21:27
-I have. Long ago.
-Tell me.
0:21:27 0:21:30
-I would like to have used my pen to praise a loving God and all His loving creation.
-Really?
0:21:32 0:21:40
Moreover...
0:21:41 0:21:43
I would like to have seen hosts of radiant and translucent angels spinning shafts of golden light
0:21:43 0:21:51
deeper and deeper into the blue caverns of heaven.
0:21:51 0:21:55
And I wanted to play what used to be called inside right for Fulham and England.
0:21:59 0:22:06
-Why Fulham?
-All right, be rude, I don't care.
0:22:06 0:22:10
We're used to slander at Craven Cottage. Goals, no.
0:22:10 0:22:14
-I'm not very interested in football.
-You should be, as a psychiatrist. That's where all the nutters go.
0:22:14 0:22:22
But Fulham's where you go to be alone.
0:22:22 0:22:26
Here's a paragraph that sits rather oddly on the page. 
It doesn't belong in a detective story, in my opinion.

Oh, I see. So psychiatry is not nasty enough for you. 
You still want to go into literary criticism.

I should be careful, going down that slope, 
with swine on all sides of you. Grunt, grunt.

Listen to this, a purple passage.

No, a BLUE one, I hope.

"Mouth sucking wet and slack at mouth,

"tongue chafing against tongue,

"limb thrusting upon limb,

-"skin rubbing at skin..."
-Oink, oink.

"Faces contort and stretch into a helpless leer,
organs spurt out smelly stains 
and sticky betrayals."

Oink, oink.

"This is the sweaty farce out of which we are born.
We are implicated without choice in the 
slippery catastrophe of the copulations
which splatter us into existence.

We are spat out of fevered loins.

We are the by-blows of grunts and groans 
and pantings in a rumpled and creaking bed.
Welcome."

0:23:45 0:23:47
The Milk of Paradise.
0:23:47 0:23:50
Good. Now we can talk.
0:24:54 0:24:56
What was it Kipling said about women and cigars? Never mind.
0:24:56 0:25:01
How would you know?
0:25:01 0:25:04
WHAT do you know?
0:25:04 0:25:07
How much do you know?
0:25:10 0:25:12
Oh, I'm sorry.
0:25:13 0:25:16
I'm afraid this could make a very nasty burn and you've such lovely skin, Sonia. Like porcelain.
0:25:16 0:25:23
Do you know the origin of the word "porcelain"?
0:25:23 0:25:28
No, of course not. Why should you?
0:25:30 0:25:33
Doesn't it disgust you, what you do?
0:25:33 0:25:37
Being paid to stretch out and let a stranger enter you.
0:25:37 0:25:43
The NKVD must have trained you well. I do know who you work for.
0:25:45 0:25:50
This is the dead time, isn't it?
0:26:05 0:26:08
Dead time in a dead city.
0:26:08 0:26:11
Feel the nothingness pressing down, pressing down on the whole dirty place.
0:26:12 0:26:19
It's cold out there.
0:26:19 0:26:22
The river looks as though it's made of tar, sludging along.
0:26:22 0:26:27
Full of filth.
0:26:27 0:26:30
-There's two men out there. Who are they?
-Are you sure?
0:26:37 0:26:42
It's half past four in the morning. They can't be there by accident.
0:26:42 0:26:47
-Is there a back way?
-What?
-Another way out?
0:26:47 0:26:51
-Who are they? What do they want?
-Way out, quick!
-Who are they after?
0:26:51 0:26:57
-Let go.
-Who are they?
-Let me go!
0:26:57 0:27:00
You're not going anywhere.



Thursday, 22 February 2024

Different, but Not Better.

Chaos On The Bridge: Touble in Year One

Maruice Hurley:
“Gene at this time in his life didn't really care 
about the management of Television.

It's a sausage factory. You got to turn out A Sausage every day.
He would come up with a story, say 
“This is the story we want to do.”, 
then when that story was written out, 
he'd want to tear it up and throw it away.
"Oh, no. I got a better idea." 

Gene would read a script three days before shooting 
and decide he didn't like it — If you throw this story away
because this one is Different, but Not Better,
The Machine breaks down — Because, 
this HAS to go to The Stage and we have 
to have something to SHOOT on Monday. 

Meanwhile we had a production meeting and 
everything had been set for this episode 
and suddenly we were having to make changes. 
So, I wanted to leave.
He said, "I'm turning
the show over to you." And I said,
"I'll do the show if you leave." And he said 
Majel and I were thinking of going to Tahiti.” I said, 
"I'll buy your ticket and make your reservation." 
And he left. 

This trip that they took
had an enormous effect on the show. 
It couldn't have been at a worse time. 
And that's where Berman and 
took his idea and ran with it. 

Rick Berman and Maury Hurley
were trying very hard to respect Gene's wishes
and perhaps they were doing so 
little too literally : If in one instance
Gene said, "No that should be blue."
Suddenly everything had
to be blue. Gene had intended fully
to step away and he found
he couldn't. I don't think he realized things
would get so out of control so quickly. Maury got elevated to sort of
the show runner position I was a little surprised
because he had never written any science fiction
in his life, he had done mostly cop shows.

 People questioned Maury's
ability to run a room. Maury didn't like the way
certain people took notes. 

I don't really care what people think. I mean, 
when I'm doing what I'm doing, I don't care. 
I'm going to do what
I'm going to do and
that's the way it is. 

Tracey Tormé :
First thing he did was he took Bob Lewin 
and he moved him to a tiny little office on the
ground floor and took all of his power away,
and I didn't like that at all — I grew up 
in a show business family and 
I've seen all of the bullshit
and I don't like it. 

Shatner :
The Power-pull. 

The politics and the back-stabbing 
and all that stuff. 

Shatner :
….All for?

Tracey Tormé :
For personal power

Maury was really trying to stick with Gene's plan, 
and I think was a lot of resentment about that too, 
because a lot of people would come in and they had