Friday, 19 December 2014

Cash Killers of the Image Nation

If the curtailment of free speech bobs in the wake of Sony's decision to cancel the release of The Interview, how is allowing government officials and ex-gov thinktank types and intelligence spooks to consult on movies not likewise a threat to free expression? I mean, not necessarily but especially if the result doesn't improve the end quality.

I reckon it's an unfortunate coincidence that the fake torture outrage got knocked from the top spot by "Hollywood is all atwitter with 'North Korea and Sony are stealing our freedom/the terrorists win'" phoniness.

If celeb-Libs can't understand why their appellation has become an epithet slung from both the Left & the Right, they should more closely examine the irony in how they mock things like "freedom fries" ("It actually happend!11") while slurping up the surrounding ketchup with its rat hair & roach faeces to pass the parings of plastic patriotism along to their children and children's children in the hopes of a killer opening weekend.


Everybody's Nose
It is quite possible that political satire can result from conceiving a plot about one country's intelligence arm using a popular personality to off another country's sitting president. But it would not be in portraying the sitting president you know next to nothing about in the framework of the people who have told you everything they want you to know while withholding everything they don't in a "right or wrong, the world'd be better off without someone everybody knows is an oppressive bastard" comedy.

It's Team America's "pussies vs assholes" argument all over again, with the pussies, again, putting a teeny inner asshole on display.

Still, not having seen the spectacle in question, I hasten to point out that I am not 100 percent sure that Dan Sterling's script is not an intelligent, spot-on rip of all the powers that be, whether unelected & dictatorial in the case of brand Murderous Tyranny, or black-budgeted & authoritarian in the case of brand Democracy.

But I suspect not. And it's not incumbent upon me to spend my money seeking an answer to that question; I don't think it's relevant. I find it just as likely that Sony felt they had a piece of crap on their hands and are using an opportunity to spare even the mediocre movie-goer the night out. And while I don't believe they hacked themselves for publicity, of course at least one person in one meeting wouldn't be doing her job if she didn't suggest how they could use it to their advantage. Here, they are just cutting their losses, which are not a lot in the greater scheme of things.

I do, still, find the evidence that the hacks emanated from just above the DMZ as questionable as I find laughable the American statement that they are seeking a measured response to them. In terms of how Kim Jong-un might view it, my guess is he is more aware of the effort taken to assassinate Fidel Castro by the same organization that consults Hollywood scriptwriters than the makers of the movies themselves are aware they are tainted.

(Is there enough history left that fifty years down the road there will be an embassy in Pyongyang in an attempt to infiltrate the country with (pick your poison)?)


But, but.. Holly Jolly LOLly
I wonder what effect the whole terrorist threat angle might have had on the biggest movie day of the year. Would it have been chilling, or brought the Christmas audience out in droves?
The idea that threats r going to stop people from going to a theater & laughing is so bleak... Now I've never wanted to see a movie more.
— Adam McKay (@GhostPanther) Dec 17, 2014

Maybe he should go see a funnier movie. Based on my previous experience and basic taste, I am sure any one of his own would be far superior, not to mention devoid of content that smells like SeeEyeEh spirit.

Reading his kind of reaction, though, you'd think that the US was a country with one movie and one screen upon which to project it. Hm... come to think of it, maybe that's exactly what it is: A convoluted, self-inflicted satire of meta-soap-psy-operatic infantilism.

But it's just a movie. Relax. Or is it? Keep your eyes on the North Star.

Thursday, 18 December 2014

Where Do You Want To Go?

Ritual Trio with Billy Bang - December 18, 2004

Wednesday, 17 December 2014

Leased Her

You be, like, the King & Queen of removing postes. Keep in mind — however, of course, or what have you, and the like, if you will — that those of us who get email notifications done gonna see them anyhow.

D'you think we couldn't take it, or d'ya jus' wanna remove the posterity of death's breath along the blogshore?

Thursday, 11 December 2014

We Are Not Us

One says it's not who we are. Another says it goes against our very metonymical soul. Still another says it's contrary to yet some other high-minded concept we are said to hold real.

I assume the collective pronoun means to exculpate everyone at once. For we know that those who committed the acts under inquiry — albeit somewhat secretly scrutinized with those who directly designed the infrastructure and gave the orders — were not to be held legally accountable; and that those who administer the current rollout and give the orders that the others not be held legally accountable are viewed free of misdeed, certainly given to pure purpose.

It is indeed gracious to include everyone else in the great register of wonderful people with values of goodness and daring deeds of humble magnanimity, traits exemplified best by our boundless bearing of burdens, not least of which is the soul taxing exercise of acknowledging mistakes and correcting course.

Friday, 21 November 2014

The Geometry of qhu upü

I was writing a missive to our tyrannical overlords when Imblique jumped up into my lap and scooched over onto my keyboard, resulting in qhu upü...

Her appearance was a ghostly anachronism, her words rhetorical: Who tamed whom – the humans the pets or the furries the shavers? The -ists of history tend almost exclusively toward the first conclusion, and it's of particular note that, still today, this unites -ists of opposition who make up the majority of the planet: theists & atheists, evolutionists & creationists, physicists & Christian apologists wind up all bound up in anthropocentrism.

Sunday, 12 October 2014

Der Parkbank Pinkler
Kapitel VII: Projektionen & Projektile

"It's a sweet little flyover"
Jayne Mansfield
VII.

Eine Kinderschaukel, zwei Geschwister. Auf jeweiligen Bretter schießen sie in die Höhe hin und her. Ein Ball, ein Junge. Dieser schießt jener an der Mutti vorbei. Ein Hund, kein Halter. Das Erstere scheißt auf den Spätsommer getrockneten Rasen. Ein Beobachter, zwei Augen. In den Letzteren sind alle glücklich bis auf den nicht spürbaren Hundebesitzer. Um die überfüllten Mülleimer häufen sich die Abfälle von denen, die auch sonst nicht zu sehen sind.

Friday, 3 October 2014

Tag der Einheitlichkeit

Hover your cursor over the image for my English translation.

Seuch' ein Vogel/Such a Dirty Bird :: Breite Straße 32, Berlin-Mitte - 2014

Sunday, 21 September 2014

Bleggalghazi

A collection for your Sundae Edition, but first, credit where it's due: BLCKDGRD inspires the portmantitle above, and several of the phrases that occur herein (or at least an "also too" or two).

I ain' gonna lie. I wouldn't be writing this if it weren't for triggers in me sub-thoughtfully deeming it more valuable than a simple purge of verbilirubin, or were it never or sometimes or always more or less the introspectatorily abeit yon- Blegsylvaniatic.

Friday, 19 September 2014

Depend Ants

To daze online media surrounds the Scots in the pen dance, with imagery, images, post-analytical slogans and the like. We begin with...

Sunday, 14 September 2014

What is What

One side's alleged lament goes that Cheney and his comrades fucked up Iraq, therefore America has a moral obligation to help fix it. The problem with this thinking is that one must assume that, whoever "America" is, they have any intention of fixing whatever "it" is.

Sunday, 7 September 2014

D'you know what? I love you better now.

It takes effort to explain the adolescent passion effused by the enchanted Kate Bush enthusiast at the mere promise of being in the presence of her expected bewitching majesty, let alone communicate a review of what it was like to have been there, to get to see her feet planted firmly doing what I'd theretofore only imagined she'd do best if she did, along with the rest of her bests. Then she goes on and does it.

Therein lies my appraisal's paradox: A pure description of this extraordinary happening can only be done in the fashion with which she and her collective achieved it.

Sunday, 31 August 2014

RIP Fred Burkhart

Poet & performer, photographer & friend, a true artist and inspiration, Fred Burkhart has gone. This time for good. He gave me much, and his last words to me were graciously understanding and lovingly kind, when he responded to my email with:
"A beautiful letter. I will write more at another opportunity. Love is real, no matter the thousands of miles we are separated."

Irgendwo in der Tiefe gibt es ein Licht




These prints of our feet lead right up to the sea.