Tuesday, January 20, 2015

American Snipers, Vipers and a Retarded Elvis or Two.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Well... there's First World and there's Third World and then... there's Hawaii. We 're talking degrees of speed and general functionality. I'm guessing, the way numbers usually run (unless they are dragging one foot behind them and pawing at the air with a reaching hand- like Igor- (grin)) that there is supposed to be a Second World there somewhere but I don't remember running across it, except maybe the couple of unfortunate times that I went through Columbus, Ohio... or once in Nogales, Arizona. Maybe the Second World is some kind of combination of the First and Third World. Maybe it just doesn't exist except in some kind of sinuous sidewinder, in and out fugue state; now you see and and now you don't and no... you didn't actually see it, you just thought you did.

We're presently watching some kinda Chorizo Sausage of a film called “Inherent Vice”. It features Joaquin Phoenix doing a Jeff Bridges imitation of John Lennon as a private detective. You'll see what I mean... maybe. It's one of those pastiche films where they stitch a lot of independent scenes together in the hope that here and there, three or four of them might actually display some kind of continuance or synchronicity with each other but it never lasts for long. In the hands of a competent director and writer, it might qualify as some kind of art film, if you think The Three Stooges meet Twin Peaks indicates the presence of art. These days, defining art requires far more education than that received by anyone attempting to participate in the creation of it. Let me rephrase that, it actually requires no education at all to define whatever it is that keeps showing up as a mockery of it but... 'it'? You ain't going to see much of it.

I can't figure out if this film is supposed to be satire; spoof, or.. what? It's pretty bad is what it is and this brings me to part of my point in the writing of this post today. There's a film out there running around starring the Beta Dog of the moment, Bradley Cooper. It's called American Sniper and after foisting The Hurt Locker off on us, the intelligence agencies that dictate what films get made these days figured they would do a ten year anniversary rerun and give us one more glorified piece of shit serving the military industrial complex. I'm guessing the Best Picture award is in the can, which is where they extracted the raw materials used in making the film, unless they are importing it in bratwurst links made from the main characters from a Goa Pig Toilet.

You don't usually see a film that is really, really bad get worse and worst at a higher rate of speed, like this one. The saving grace is that I was already mercilessly tortured by it last evening and there isn't that much left but... what there is is far worse than the first half and that surely deserves some kind of award.

I'm thinking this is all good metaphor for the world we live in. Whether it is movies or music... or whatever... I deleted the rest of the examples here, thinking they might be in bad taste. Well... given that they are all about bad taste that would probably serve to be so. American Sniper. I could imagine it entitled as American Viper. One more gung ho, Banker bought cowboy, killing whatever moves, in the service of certain elite circles he will never be allowed to swim in but... they will trot him out, decades down the road in his mothballed uniforms on the proper holidays, set aside to celebrate those too stupid to kill and comprehend what they are doing at the same time.

I won't be going to see American Sniper any time soon. It took years for me to see Argos and that was done just to keep my hand in and stay (relatively) current with their ever the same juvenile mechanics of elementary brainwashing tech.

Why is it that really, really bad films always take forever to end? I'm guessing if you are very afraid of death and you feel like it is closing in on you, it might be a good idea to rent or buy a whole bunch of these films (and there are a whole bunch of them) and just watch them over and over. I'm guessing you will feel practically immortal.

I often ask myself, when I am watching a movie, reading a book or reading about the daily doings of the ever replicating coyotes of darkness; What! What is it they are trying to do; to convey... to communicate? These are not the only questions I ask. I also wonder about where they got the money; who decided to fund, promote, produce or publish any of it.

When the world gets to Crazy Town, it doesn't just cannonball into the pool, one twisted and lubricious evening. It gets there in stages. It gets there in slight twists and turns of which not much extraordinary happens from one to the next. It move from the irritation of a hangnail or a temporary rash by one degree to the next until, without anyone knowing just when it happens, morphs into a full blown and terminal pathology; some kind of Stage Four, an irreversible condition for which no real fix can be found and then it staggers along, bouncing from one parked car into the next, until it finally slides down a passenger window like a forgotten derelict, picked up and tossed into the sanitation truck before the sun rises and before the good citizens are awake and on their way to whatever it is that they do every day; holding up their end of the facade just like all their mutually conditioned fellows.

Sometimes you get here and you spend a lot of time looking around; trying doorknobs, knocking on plate glass windows, talking to security guards and secretaries, if you get that far and... it dawns on you that you came in the wrong century and nothing you imagined you might get up to doing is going to be possible for you. You're in the wrong time zone. You got the wrong clothes on and your face looks funny to everyone else who see nothing unusual at all with any of the rest of the people they do business with every day.

It might occur to you now and then that it could be much much worse than it is and you thank your intermittently flickering stars that you aren't somewhere else, like one of Genghis Khans prisons or some hunter gatherer in the Hindu Kush. “Always look on the bright side of life!” (grin).

Here's a little anecdote that may or may not be revealing. I had left some limited funds behind. I knew I would need them further on and it doesn't make sense to carry everything with you because there is always the chance that you could lose everything at once. That sort of makes sense. So... I asked someone to Western Union me some part of that because it would get here quickest and for some reason we can't figure out how to do a bank transfer. I very much dislike Western Union. They are thieves and any time you have to deal with them there is a high annoyance factor. So... the money came in and I went to get it and first they said, “All our lines are down. You will have to come by some other time.” I thought maybe I would drive to another location. Luckily, my friend said, “We should call first.” Their lines were down too.

So... my friend left and I got a few things from the store and as I was leaving the woman from Western Union called me over and said, “Our lines are working now.” I filled out the form and then she told me that she was sorry but they didn't have enough money. She said they could only pay out from what they took in. She was wearing the uniform of the big supermarket that I was in but... so it goes. I went in the next day and it was the same thing. Then I said, the heck with it and just stayed home. Now I will go into town in a few minutes to what I hope is a bigger location. It isn't all that much money. The whole point of using this company is that it is very quick. Well... it's not.

I shipped all of my belongings a few days before Christmas. They still aren't here. I'm not complaining and I'm not agitated. I'm amused mostly. I have had so many unusual events since I got here that it can only mean a few things. One... it is being intentionally done to me. Two... I am seriously out of sync with something or... Three... I really don't know.

For 3 weeks now I have been trying to get the internet working in my place; can't figure it out so... I traipse a ways to the greenhouse, or mosquito feeding zone as I also know it by and that accounts for the occasional infrequency of postings. I am not complaining and I don't want anyone getting that idea. I wouldn't even write about these things if that was the case. I write about them because they are what is happening and part of my job is to talk about these things, especially when I can't find anything in the world worth talking about.

What I have done is just stepped back, expecting nothing and anxious about nothing. There's a message here but it is taking a really long time to mist write itself on the window I am looking out on the world through. I'm not going to worry about any of it. What will be will be (Que Sera). The truly amusing thing is that Mercury is not in retrograde but... it soon will be... heh heh... what a world.

That movie finally ended and it was really, really bad. Toward the end, Joaquin wasn't doing Jeff Bridges doing John Lennon anymore. It was more like a junkie Neil Young or a seriously retarded Elvis.

End Transmission.......

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Anonymous said...

hello hawaii
i read the book -- inherent vice -- very slight pynchon with some good pynchon moments -- an easy read on a hot day on the garage couch but i suspect a hard viewing. i will stay clear.

interesting how we are taught to be someone -- that we are 'someone' and so we of course expect events to run according to that 'someone's' plan. so we live on this self-constructed stage of expectation/disappointment/tragedy/ etc....snore.

but when you step back and expect nothing -- resist nothing -- you see through the con -- you see the world as it is around you -- not as it is according to your persona deluxe someone.

and you are free. of you. or rather, that someone.

in this state you may not be much fun for parties or small talk or participating in the game (or you may become electric) -- of course you can always slap the mask back on -- any mask will do -- and join back in but the difference will be -- you know it's just a persona playing with other personas - and you are no longer trapped into 'being someone'.
someone told me that today is chinese's new year
year of the sheep....
liz in l.a.

Anonymous said...

Columbus, Nogales. It is a hell of a thing to be rejected, and not hate. Having been sort of born by one, and wandering into the other, that is a frame of reference that takes time to digest.

Chinese Sneakers said...

This was truly funny: "Why is it that really, really bad films always take forever to end? I'm guessing if you are very afraid of death and you feel like it is closing in on you, it might be a good idea to rent or buy a whole bunch of these films (and there are a whole bunch of them) and just watch them over and over. I'm guessing you will feel practically immortal."

Thanks for the laugh!

Operation Agatha said...

"...there's First World and there's Third World and then[...] there's supposed to be a Second World there somewhere but I don't remember running across it..."

Les, is this a reference to wars, and their never-ending nature - albeit contrary to commonly-held mythology?

Anonymous said...

I do not participate in the matrix, which includes paying (too much) money to see obvious lies and outright propaganda. -DON'T feed the beast...

missingarib said...

Vis, sometimes one needs to walk through a couple of innings instead of swinging at too many pitches. The pace of life you left and your present local will most certainly take some time to integrate . What with all that lave under your feet there must be some strong energies circulation in the environment. I came across a writer you may be interested in reviewing http://dlnr.hawaii.gov/sharks/files/2014/07/APaperbyHerbKane.pdf

You say "There's a message here but it is taking a really long time to mist write itself on the window." just remember things are backwards in the mirror.

live long

Erik said...

Liz in L.A. ...

Thanks, that's a very good way of putting It ... ;)

Not so much fun at parties anymore, Oh well ...


Erik said...

The task seems hopeless until suddenly
all becomes clear and simple and
so wonderfully easy.
But, as long as you are interested in
your present way of living,
you will shirk from
the final leap into the unknown.

~ Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

Anonymous said...


Welcome to my world. Whatever can go wrong always does. All fucked up is the norm. I try to wear black all the time. I am surrounded by IQ's so low it is not wise to joke or explain anything. My computer is trying to die. I can't figure out my fing phone. I miss my old bicycle. My new bicycle really doesn't understand. It's winter. They've ruined the oranges. Grrr. Rant.

"Yet still we rise."



galen said...

So this morning I'm stirring at 4 a.m. and it was almost as if Mercury itself had stepped in to say, "I'm here. Yeah, arrived yesterday. I'm here." And then all these thoughts flooded in, worrisome and draining thoughts, mostly concerning the interpersonal level, divisions amongst "friends," petty competitions and collusions. And all of a sudden some competent voice sprung up inside me, a voice I sometimes run over and suppress but it said, "Wait a minute! I'm not letting some far away planet run over me, ruin my day, wreak havoc on my simple life." The voice continued, "I've a choice here." And I call in Spirit, a great teammate for getting through the yuckies. Everything starts lifting, shifting. It wasn't heavy anymore. The voice, now whispering, "Don't forget you have to do your part. Keep communication clean, attend to what's in your care, especially the electrical and mechanical. Above all, keep your agreements with yourself while at the same time not worrying about being perfect."

Now it's 4:10 and I'm remembering an old teacher speaking about "Transcending Your Astrology." She wrote: "The stars impel, but they don't compel." In other words, the influence is certainly there but what we do with it, how we respond to it gives us a choice in the experience. "So," thought I, "we're not victims of the sky." It was like a "Get-out-of-jail-free card." This is not to say that I have mastered the management of all those celestial effects, but at least it makes me a participant instead of a doormat-victim. I got out of bed and put on the gloves.

Okay, Mercury, game on.


Thomas said...

This warmed my heart, and put a smile on my face:


Be well, you all :)

Visible said...

A new Petri Dish is up now-

That Ain't Paradise Beneath the Dashboard Light.

galen said...

Hi Gene, my understanding from amateur study is that the mechanical and electrical, like communication are ruled/managed/affected by Mercury. Well, my life experience has found this out to be true. Mercury Retrograde can wreak havoc on these endeavors. I did just now make a call to an astrologer friend who is far more knowledgeable than I on all things Zodiac. Here are a few other things she mentioned: Mercury is an air planet so it rules all things connected with air, from travel to asthma. Rules accuracy and acoustics, advertising, ambidexterity. And Gene, guess what, and connecting to what you're involved with. . . it rules inventions, inventors, and inventiveness. I didn't understand all of the science you noted but I see where it could be a hot-spot for Mercurial antics. It may be that the stars treat us according to the lessons we need. So vast. One can only wonder and attempt to understand.

Hope this helps. Respect, and good luck to you with those projects, just don't blow anything up. Ha ha ha!! Just kidding.



galen said...

Thanks, Gene, and no, I had not heard of Keshe, but just searched and found. Will learn what I can when I'm able to shift to left-brain for a while.

And now for the right-brain, and just on time for weekend viewing, a most favorite film clip of mine. I love how it builds and where it builds to. Many certainly have seen it already, but here it is anyway:



Visible said...

a new Petri Dish is up now-

The world is the world is the world.

galen said...

Follow up: Okay Gene, I did a little study on Keshe. What I don't understand is why he would suppress his own work. At least that's the claim, but it's likely the all-too-familiar boot, hammering down on real breakthroughs. The mainline story is that he is criticized for promising solutions for many of the world's major problems, like famine, drought, disease. States he's held back public release of his designs and instructions. States he even claimed a solution for Fukushima.

From Wikipedia: "On January 31, 2014 Mehren Keshe and the Keshe Foundation have publicly announced solutions regarding the contaminated water and soil in Japan from the ongoing Fukushima nuclear disaster. The proposed process utilizes nano materials and specific magnetic and gravitational forces that will attract and contain radioactive material."

The sea and its inhabitants are dying. Is there any follow-up on Keshe's Fukushima plan?

Ahhh, but yes, it's all too Teslaesque. Take an uber-genius and assign him his seat at the back of the bus. We can only imagine what Keshe puts up with.

But Gene, thanks for an interesting study though I only scratched the surface. Each time anyone learns a little more, the doors of suppression are less fortified. Glad you are keeping the Everyman version of experimentation alive.

Aside, next lifetime I'm comin' in as a mathematician. :)




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