Sunday 14 June 2020
Bugger Kafka
Wednesday 27 November 2019
Laughter is Infectious
Sunday 14 October 2018
Fear and Love
Charismatic/Narcissistic Sexual Predator : So now let us begin Life Line exercise number one. Please press “stop” now.
The Flying Monkey obeys.
Flying Monkey : As you can see, the Life Line is divided into two polar extremes.
Fear and love.
Fear is in the negative energy spectrum.
And Love is in the positive energy spectrum.
Sean Smith: <Muttered> No duh….
Kitty Farmer: Excuse me? “No duh…” is a product of Fear.
NO —WRONG : Ridicule is a product of Love.
This is Another Proof of The Truth that Love and Hate are in-fact THE SAME EMOTION, merely pointing in opposite directions.
Captain Ahab LOVES Moby Dick enough to follow him to The Very Ends of The Earth - So that they can kill each other.
Nothing Could Be More Intimate.
Now, on each card is a character dilemma which applies to the Life Line.
Kitty Farmer: Please… take this…
<Kitty tries to hand a card to Seth Devlin who refuses to take it>
Kitty Farmer: … Thank you. Please read each character dilemma aloud, and place an “X” on the Life Line in the appropriate place. Cherita?
<Cherita gets up, stands by the blackboard, and reads from the card>
Cherita Chen: Juanita has an important math test today. She’s known about the test for several weeks but has not studied. In order to keep from failing her class Juanita decides that she will cheat on the math test.
<A Narcissist would experience no fear in deciding to cheat, which is why they constantly do it — it’s as natural to them as breathing;
Moreover still, they regard it is not only acceptable, but moral, ethical and good — heroic, even, since the only love of any kind they have or are capable of experiencing, much less expressing is their own self-Love
Getting caught cheating or trying to cheat, and being punished for it is absolutely morally unacceptable to a Narcissist. Because that means that must have been stupid, incautious and careless, otherwise , how else could they have ever allowed themself to get caught by one of The Ants...? >
Kitty Farmer: Good, good. Very good. Mr. Darko.
<Donnie gets up, stands by the blackboard, and reads from the card>
Donnie Darko: “Ling Ling finds a wallet on the ground filled with money.
[ ...as well as, though though nor specified here aside from the driver’s licence, we may assume, a fair number of other things — wallets contain far more things than mere money, so the fact that this one was found FULL of money is really only of very minor, second-order significance in influencing the owners level of desire/interest in having the wallet returned to them —
One thing that is worth consideratio
She takes the wallet to the address on the driver’s license but keeps the money inside the wallet.”
A Reasonable Punishment — We May Consider This to represent Asshole Tax.
<Scoffs> I-I’m sorry Mrs. Farmer. I don’t get this.
Kitty Farmer: Just place an X on the Life Line in the appropriate place.
Donnie Darko: No, I mean I know what to do, I just don’t get this. You can’t just lump things into two categories. Things aren’t that simple.
Kitty Farmer: The Life Line is divided that way.
Donnie Darko: Life isn’t that simple. I mean who cares if Ling Ling returns the wallet and keeps the money? It has nothing to do with either fear or love.
Kitty Farmer: Fear and love are the deepest of human emotions.
Donnie Darko: Okay. But you’re not listening to me. There are other things that need to be taken into account. Like the whole spectrum of human emotion. You can’t just lump everything into these two categories and then just deny everything else.
Kitty Farmer: If you don’t complete the assignment you’ll get a zero for the day.
Donnie Darko: <deep breath>…
Thursday 8 June 2017
Paddy the Bastard
I was their #1 son - and they treated me like Number 2.
- Oswald Cobblepot
Candidate for Mayor of Gotham City
Troyer:
Archibald Schwartz
[ Genuine/Precious, Bold Black or Dark-Complected Person (Black Irish?) ]
was one and
Paddy Fitz
[ Paddy the Bastard ]
was another.
The penultimate one, I wrote.
Free For All - another one, and then there was another one, I can't remember the name of it offhand.
6:
There are those who come here and deny that we can supply every conceivable civilized amenity within our boundaries. You can enjoy yourselves... and you will. You can partake of the most hazardous sports and you will. The price is cheap. All you have to do in exchange is give us... information.
You are then eligible for promotion to other and perhaps more attractive spheres.
Where do you desire to go?
What has been your dream? I can supply it.
Winter, spring, summer or fall, they can all be yours at any time.
Apply to me, and it will be easier and better.
Elsewhere, Number 2 is also in rhetorical mood. He stands, megaphone in hand, on a stone balcony overlooking the gardens; the butler holds the black and white umbrella over him. The crowd here are much more sombre.
2:
There are those who come here with a fresh face, with an enthusiasm that cannot be denied. Beware, be careful. Their promises ring richly in your ears. Our friend Number 6 has a splendid record, has adapted himself admirably to our procedure, but he has no experience whatsoever of the manipulation of such a community as ours. Beware! Has he got the administrative ability to implement his policies? Can you trust him?
The Prisoner is now haranguing the Village from a moving taxi.
6:
Place your trust in the old régime: the policies are defined, the future certain.
The old régime forever... and the old Number 2 forever?
Confession by coercion, is that what you want?
Vote for him and you have it!
Or, stand firm upon this election platform and speak a word without fear!
The word....
is "Freedom".
They say
"6 of 1 and half a dozen of The Other"...
Not Here.
It's "6 for 2, and 2 for nothing" and 5 for Free... For All... 4 Free 4 all!
Vote! Vote!
His boisterous parade winds its way into the garden below Number 2, chanting "Six! Six!" and waving placards. Suddenly everything stops, including the brass band. Number 2 shouts down through his megaphone, and the Prisoner's amplified voice floats back.
2:
You seem to be doing pretty well.
6:
Far be it for me to carp, but what will you do in your spare time?
2:
I cannot afford spare time.
Prisoner:
Do you hear that? He's working to his limit!
Can't afford spare time!
We're all entitled to spare time!
Leisure is our right!
His crowd wave their placards and chant
"Six for Two! Six for Two! Six for Two! Six for Two!"
Number 2:
In your spare time, if you get it, what will you do?
6 :
Less work... and more play!
Crowd:
6! 6! 6!
Later, at the Cat and Mouse nightclub, a waitress brings a tray of drinks over from the bar to the table where the Prisoner is sitting with Number 58. Like everyone else in the bar, she wears a Number 6 rosette.
Waitress: Sir, non-alcoholic gin, whisky, vodka. Looks the same and tastes the same.
Prisoner: Bet you can't get me tiddly.
Waitress: No alcohol here, sir!
Prisoner: You going to vote for me?
Waitress: You and only you.
Prisoner: Go away.
Waitress: Gin, whisky, vodka. Looks the same and tastes the same.
Prisoner: GET OUT!
Scared, she runs away. Behind them a woman dances oddly to the jolly music of the mechanical band. The Prisoner points a finger at Number 58.
Prisoner: You're spying on me, aren't you?
Number 58: Ik...?
Prisoner: Get me a drink.
He holds up a glass. Number 58 whipers agitatedly.
Number 58: Kokazi trak ozamuk ni, tak ta.
Prisoner: Alcoholic drink.
Number 58: Kokazi trak ozamuk ni, nas ta.
Prisoner: A DRINK!
He hurls the glass violently to the floor. Number 58 quickly leads him out, collecting her coat in the foyer. He mumbles at passing customers as though drunk.
Prisoner: Vote for 6... vote for 6... vote for me and a drink... vohhhhte for 6...
Number 58: Ibazka!
Prisoner: Vote for me... six... vote...
Number 58: Ibazka!
Outside the club, she leads him to their taxi.
Prisoner: I'm for you... let me be... ever let me go... ever let me go...
They drive to the outskirts of the Village, where they get out and walk through the grove of statues.
Prisoner: Vote for me...
Number 58 points to the concealed mouth of a cave and mimes drinking.
Number 58: Eng brifti nakh, abartuk. Sluch! Sluchje...
She starts to run back the way they've come, but the Prisoner grabs her, smiling stupidly.
Prisoner: Spying on me, aren't you?
Number 58: Ag... sluchje! Sluchje!
She escapes his clutches and flees in terror. The Prisoner stares after her for a moment, then wanders into the cave.
Prisoner: Vote for me... I'm for you... let me be... let me be...
Inside the cave, a middle-aged man in an apron throws a bit of wood onto a roaring fire, then walks over to tend to a still in the corner. There is little else in this seedy drinking establishment apart from a hooded figure boozing on his own at one of the few tables. The aproned barman steps towards this figure, failing to notice the Prisoner in the entranceway.
Barman: Large or small, sir?
Figure: Massive.
The Prisoner suddenly steps forward.
Prisoner: I'll have a double!
Barman: With or without water, sir?
The figure leaps up and pulls the hood from his head. It is Number 2. He focuses groggily on the Prisoner. The Prisoner simply smiles back in acknowledgment.
Prisoner: ... Without.
Barman: Please take a seat, I'll be right with you.
The Prisoner wanders over to Number 2's table, but neither of them sit down yet.
Number 2: Little drop now and again keeps the nerves steady.
Prisoner: ... You're scared, aren't you?
Number 2: Frankly, yes.
Prisoner: Of what?
Number 2: It may seem improbable to you, but I'm wondering what's going to happen to you.
He pokes him drunkenly. The barman brings them each a beaker. The Prisoner glances behind him suspiciously.
Number 2: Don't worry. There's no surveillance here. This is the Therapy Zone.
They sit down together.
Prisoner: Clever, aren't they? CLEVER, AREN'T YOU?!
Number 2: They are, damn clever. Think of it: if you want to be an alcoholic, you can be one here in perfect privacy, so long as you rejoin the flock in good time.
Prisoner: You don't approve?
Number 2: Of the Village?
Prisoner: Yes.
Number 2: ... To hell with the Village. Cheers.
The Prisoner blinks.
Prisoner: ... Cheers.
They drink. Number 2 puts his hand on the Prisoner's shoulder, then indicates the barman, now busy again at his still.
Number 2: See him?
Prisoner:
Yes.
Number 2:
Cheers.
Prisoner:
... Cheers.
Again they drink.
Number 2:
He's a brilliant scientist. Just does that for a hobby. Come with me. I'll show you something.
Number 2 leads the way into a small dingy chamber at the back of the cavern, containing chemical equipment and a blackboard covered in diagrams.
Number 2: We leave him here in peace, he brews his brew, plays with his chalk; we come down once a week, photograph the stuff, clean it up for him so that he can start on another lot.
He laughs and the Prisoner joins in. They both drink.
Prisoner: Clever as hell!
Number 2: Cheers!
2 starts singing; the Prisoner again joins in. 2 absently wipes some of the writing off the blackboard.
Number 2:
Vote for me...
Prisoner:
Vote for me...
Number 2:
And I'll be...
Prisoner:
And I'll be...
Number 2:
Ever so comforty!
They drain their beakers. Number 2 giggles. The Prisoner teeters and topples onto the floor, out cold. Number 2, completely sober, removes the tatty shawl he is wearing and regains his normal composure.
Barman:
Quicker than usual.
Number 2: I warned you not to make it too strong. We mustn't damage the tissue.
Barman: You needn't worry. There will be no remembrances. The portions were exact to take him right through the election.
Friday 6 May 2016
The Voodou, Hoodoo, What-You-Don't-Dare-Do People
And like I say, what you can do is this: go home, write down a desire; it’s quite simple, what you can say is: “It is my desire that my cat wins the Olympics.”
Take out all the repeated consonants, and you’ll be left with a string of consonants with no repeats in it.
Turn that thing into a little image.
Scientific procedure has three criteria. And the criteria are:
The Golden Dawn called this “Knowledge & Conversation Of The Holy Guardian Angel”.
had a strange dream, hearing the strangest sounds and music never heard before. After
awakening he reflected on the dream, took it as a singn from the Almighty and decided
to build his own studio on this very spot. After completion in 1974 it was named 'THE
BLACK ARK' and one of the biggest mysticisms of Reggae music - and music in general -
should have it's origin there.
four-track 1/4-inch TEAC reel-to-reel, 16-track Soundcraft board, Mutron phaser, a
Grantham spring reverb and a Roland Space Echo. But with these means only, completely
independent ways of production and lots of time to experiment Lee Perry created the
100% unique sound and style that will identify him forever.
played the mixing desk like an instrument (roll over the pic above!), modulated
everything with phaser and delays and made the 4-track-machine sounding like a 20-
track:
alike, and countless timeless classics were created there. The 'OPEN THE GATE'-Box on
Trojan is an extraordinary document for the productions of that time and one of the
best Reggae records ever put to vinyl. Check out tracks like 'WORDS', Leroy Sibbles'
'GARDEN OF LIFE' or the milestone 'CONGOMAN' by the Congos (recently re-edited by
Carl Craig). Each song - great in themselves already - comes along with a dub version
that all have a deepness in them with no words to describe it. An absolutely
essential release!
defining a new musical dimension of its own, Lee Perry was also a gifted riddim-
master and song- writer. Loads of classic riddims were created by him in this
era and - like 'POLICE AND THIEVES', 'SOULFIRE' or 'I CHASE THE DEVIL' - even reached
Top Ten status in England. And that is the big difference between him and King Tubby:
while Tubby RE-CREATED (in this time) Lee Perry CREATED. The music done by him in the
BLACK ARK studio present the pinnacle of Jamaican creativity, Reggae at its highest
heights and greatest power.
mental toll in the late 70ies. Additionally the overall political situation in
Jamaica became almost civil-war-like, the streets being dangerous, looters hanging
around the studio and local gangsters pushing Scratch for protection money. Unable to
take that strain his wife and children left him and Perry started to walk the slim
line between reality and fantasy, reason and madness. Visitors and journalists
arrived at the Black Ark to find Perry worshipping bananas, eating money or spouting
long and violent diatribes. So in this time the BLACK ARK as a 'living brain', as he
described it before, ceased to function.
colourful decor in bizarre and profane grafitty and splotches of black paint. Reels
of master tapes lay strewn on the floor, and the recording equipment was next to
useless due to water damage from a leaky roof. The once proud studio was now little
more than a junkyard.
story of it is not clear until now, it's one more legend surrounding the mythos
down, to save my brain. It was too black. It want to eat me up!"
bussiness woman, who became his manager afterwards. The releases he turned out after
the death of the BLACK ARK never reached that quality again. He now lives in Zurich /
Switzerland.
Additional to the records mentioned before check out 'SUPER APE', an unforgettable
dub session with the Upsetters, 'JAH LION', 'HEART OF THE CONGOS' by the CONGOS,
'ITAL CORNER' with Prince Jazzbo or 'KUNG FU MEETS THE DRAGON'. All highly
recommended!