Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Les Claypool and the Holy Bible

I've been reading the Bible lately.
Not for any religious reason -- I'm agnostic -- but, as Hunter S Thompson so eloquently wrote in the preface to his Generation of Swine, for the awesome beauty and power of the language, and (my own reason here) for the absolutely wild, violent, phantasmagoric visions and events depicted and described. I guess it's the Bible-as-literature approach. I also didn't realize that many movies I enjoyed got their titles from the ol' Good Book -- There Will Be Blood (Exodus 7:19) and Children of Men (Daniel 2:38). The Bible is big, it's bold, it's imaginative, it's chock full of hallucination, violence, sex, weird scenes from the desert.
I was just reading Daniel about a flying goat that comes out of nowhere and attacks a multi-horned sheep:

And as I was considering, suddenly a male goat came from the west, across the surface of the whole earth, without touching the ground; and the goat had a notable horn between his eyes.
Then he came to the ram that had two horns, which I had seen standing beside the river, and ran at him with furious power. (Dan 8:5-6) (Gideons version)

There are also emphasized (italicized) words that don't seem to make sense why they are italicized; as if someone speaking puts the wrong accent on a syllable or phrase. The Bible is full of such cryptic emphases and off-kilter rhythm.
There's also an Iron Man, like the Black Sabbath song, Dan 2:32-33.
Violent words and images:

you shall be cut in pieces, and your houses shall be made an ash heap (Dan 2:5).

But also beautiful analogy:

like chaff from the summer threshing floors; the wind carried them away so that no trace of them was found. (Dan 2:35)

Monday, March 24, 2008

The zoo grows...

rumblefish

Got a new member of the fambly.

A lone male Betta fish.

Red, graceful, beautiful.

Lethal -- to another lone male Betta fish.

Cheap and easy.

But I have this desire, I will be honest with you, to put a mirror up to the tank.

...to introduce another male Betta into the tank.

Thunderdome.


We'll see.

Dark furtive curious things swirl around in my soul.

I will be honest with you. I won't lie.

I'm not too concerned with my "carbon footprint." Not too concerned with conventional morality. Not too concerned with the mores of society. Not too concerned with altruism, Christianity, do-gooding, saving the earth, making a difference. Ain't too concerned with preventing the apocalypse, and especially the post-apocalypse. Ain't too concerned 'bout the herd. There will always be a herd. Be it bovine, swine, buffalo, sheep, human.

Ain't too concerned with authority figures. I've had run-ins with two different ones lately and they're both the same. All bark, no bite. Pufferfish. Homeland Insecurity. They've only reinforced my anarchism.

Filipinos are warm, mellow, loving, happy-go-lucky people who welcome complete strangers into their homes as intimate loved ones. What do you need? Here, have my pants.

And Filipinos love blood sports.

Horse fighting, cockfighting, boxing, poverty, porn, prostitution, smoking, greasy food, drinking, karaoke.


Hermit crabs on tropical shores.


The world is truly and deeply beautiful sometimes.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

thinking aloud on anarchy, apocalypse, and venison

I've been wrestling with something for awhile.

(Well, a great many things, but I will focus it to one thing here.) That thing is how to reconcile, if possible (and it may not be), my anarchist-leaning worldview with an apocalyptic event on earth. By this I mean: as an anarchist, I believe in a world devoid of ultimately-powerful government(s) that hold paternalistic authority over its "children" citizens. I believe in true freedom, not just the feel-good phantom freedom of democracy. I believe in punk: put as tersely possible: thinking for oneself. I believe that a world in which 1% of the population controls 90% of the wealth and power while the remaining 99% -- the overwhelming majority, if we want to be democratic about it -- quibbles over the remaining 10% is deeply out of whack. I believe that a government such as the United States', in which upwards of 50% of the budget is spent on military while a mere fraction is spent on alternative energies and fuels, has its priorities deeply and perhaps irrevocably misaligned. I also believe that people get the kind of government they deserve, and it is high time to rouse the American people from the complacent and uncritical slumber they have been enjoying for far too long. I believe Abe Lincoln was right when he warned against the advent of corporations; I believe Eisenhower was right when he warned against the trinity of military-government-big business. I believe we have largely failed to listen to either men, and are living, at least in the US, in a theocratic monarchy edging slowly toward a totalitarian police state, a frog sitting in slowly boiling water, while we stand in line at the supermarket distracted by the petty and ultimately meaningless dramas happening to our beloved celebrities. I believe both the political right wing and left wing have failed us, that we have lost our way.

That said, one event that largely "solves" the above problems is an apocalyptic event -- nuclear war, massive weather disaster, pandemic plague, peak oil worst case scenario, asteroid impact, etc (you know, the disaster movies we know and love) -- because such an event wipes clean the slate, creating a tabula rasa, a decimation of the former world (with all its problems and goodnesses). When the power goes down, so does the World Wide Web. When the government goes down, anarchy replaces it. (I'm tired of reiterating this, but it bears repeating: anarchy is NOT chaos, bloodshed, looting, destruction, rape, pillage, horror, etc. This is the "scared of anarchy" interpretation, the pop interpretation, the misinterpretation we've been fed by the very people and forces who wish to quiet the anarchist spirit. Anarchy, literally, is lack of structure, lack of authority, without ruler -- at least structure and authority and rulers as we've come to know them and live under them, ever since the days of the Greek polis. Government as we've come to know has meant a small group of pampered, powerful, wealthy and elite governing a massive population of the unpowerful, unpampered, unwealthy and ordinary. What anarchy is is mutual cooperation, self-regulation, self-reliance, DIY, evolution, self-defense, ground-up rather than top-down decision making. Agrarianism. Hell, it's whatever the fuck you want it to be, within reason and (self-created) limits. It is not a hippy commune but it shares certain features and ideals. Anarchy is off the grid, off the media, off taxes. It is perhaps a more brutish, ugly, shorter-lifespan scenario, but a far more honest one. I can only urge one to read up on the long history of anarchy and how it has largely been straw-manned over time.)

A global, or even local, apocalyptic event produces anarchy: quickly, devastatingly, thoroughly. And, yes, there are elements of extreme danger and human depravity: in the absence of a government, you will see things like rape, murder, torture, looting, might-makes-right, etc. (Not that we don't have these things now, sometimes even government-sponsored, mind you!) But you will also see the positive side of freedom, rebuilding, reorganization, renewal, the phoenix rising from the ashes of the old, corrupt, abused and abusive world. A great leveling can take place; the caste system that exists in every culture, whether openly or acknowledged or not, comes crumbling down. Sure, despots and dictators rise and flourish in such environments, but they do so anyway and often with the help, support, and resources of government. The post-apocalypse we are so fascinated with in literature, film, music, etc, is a fairly open playing field of possibility, re-creation, restructuring, cleansing, and improvement-via-destruction-of-the-old.

Consider a recent article in Time mag on representations of post-apocalypse scenarios in pop entertainment:

Watching [Will] Smith in I am Legend as he romps through a Manhattan blessedly free of people, you try to remember that he's supposed to be mourning the death of humanity, but it's damned hard. He's playing golf and driving a sports car. He's picking corn and hunting deer -- he's eating locally! The apocalypse is an epic tragedy, but it's also a fantasy of cleansing and regeneration wherein everything inessential and inauthentic is swept away so that we can build afresh among the ruins. ("Apocalypse New" by Lev Grossman, Time, Jan 28, 2008, p. 111-113)

The writer goes on to call this scenario "a convenient untruth." But is it? Consider the source -- Time magazine, one of the major media sources for the world. Grossman calls the "epic tragedy" of a cleansed, regenerating post-apocalypse a "fantasy." But isn't it up to us whether it's fantasy or reality? And why is it necessarily only fantasy? Grossman is in essence defending the current (pre-apocalypse?) world and its superiority, while patronizingly telling us to enjoy our fantastic post-apocalyptic movies, books, music. I find it dismissive and somewhat ill-informed.

The world I see, you're stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You climb the wrist-thick vines that wrap the Sears Tower. You see tiny figures pounding corn and laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of the ruins of a superhighway.

- "Tyler Durden" in Fight Club


Now, here is the rub, my dilemma: I, of course, don't want misery, death, injury, dislocation, confusion, anxiety, ultraviolence, etc, to come to my loved ones, friends, and humanity as a whole. But I do believe in anarchy, and the/an apocalypse = "instant anarchy", in most cases. In many places, many countries, anarchy has led to misery. Look at Somalia, which has lacked a government for some 13 or 14 years, and is just a mess. The 60-year ongoing civil war in Burma. It seems as if humans almost need that powerful authoritarian figure such as government to keep themselves from killing themselves. But government also creates massive misery. The corruption in Filipino government and the widespread poverty of the country. Atrocities committed against Palestinians by the Israeli government/military. The US's questionable, ill-executed, and bloody occupation of Iraq (world's 3rd largest source of oil reserves, by the way). So, which is better: misery under government or misery because of no government?

All I am saying is there is a way of thinking, being, doing, and living "anarchy" that goes beyond these either/or, false dilemma, polar extremes. Don't look at the world as what has happened, what is possible or impossible. One cannot deny a Somalia, a Philippines, an Iraq, a Burma. But anarchy, to me, is largely about the freedom of imagination, the human mind, and the interaction between it and the physical world. I am not saying to become a Pollyanna dreamer. I am not saying "imagine." I am not saying "give peace a chance." I am a realist who takes frequent sidetrips into the dark forests of pessimism, cynicism, misanthropy, nihilism even. But anarchy is a way, by not being any particular way. It is vague and open-ended, and intentionally so. It is ill-defined. Again, intentionally so. It can jump disciplines, from political anarchy to the "epistemological anarchy" of a philosopher like Paul Feyerabend. Hell, I even imagine "fusion" cuisine as "culinary anarchy." (Trying to lighten up a heavy topic, here, folks.)

But still I wrestle with a desire for real, actual anarchy with the non-desire to have the world undergo a painful and traumatic apocalyptic event that leads to a post-apocalypse. I don't know how to reconcile this. I welcome feedback.

May we continue to try and concur with Hemingway that this is a fine world worth fighting for.

A Boy and His Dog

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Friday, March 21, 2008

don't be deceived by the pretty pretty flowers

I live
under
a sky
of angels

Bullet proof
vest of
all my
dangers

I've been
deceived
by all the flowers



God Lives Underwater, "Vapors", Life in the So-Called Space Age

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Bob Hoskins' ballsack

Saw Doomsday tonight. Paid full price. Totally worth it. Director of The Descent and featuring one of the hottest actresses walking this planet, Rhona Mitra. More nods to The Road Warrior than you can shake a flaming torch to. Hyperviolent, anarchistic, cannibalistic, stylistic, titty-rific, Gimp fun. They are totally marketing the film wrong. It should say FROM THE DIRECTOR OF 'THE DESCENT'. It should have a big picture of sexy Rhona Mitra holding a decapitated man head. It should be presented in Smell-O-Rama so you can smell cooked human flesh, the nauseating smell of viral blistering people, burning tire rubber, cigarette smoke, blood, Bob Hoskins' ballsack, and Rhona Mitra's sweaty crotch.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

the abortion (of a fictional project)

I had planned to shoot a short film about a gnome on turtleback leaving the forest looking for something, but I couldn't figure out what he was looking for, and I couldn't figure out the camera's video toggle, and I ended up drunk, hacking at some poor exposed treeroot with a handax, and with the gnome & turtle melting and smoking and disappearing in the campfire, and that's just fine.

Gnome on turtleback with pecan pie still life

The pie was good.

Big ol' fuckin' hermit crab in da house

I'm so behind on shit. Taxes, unpacking from last weekend's camping, laundry, etc.
But we got a new hermit crab & the thing is disturbingly large. We got glow in the dark sand. I think the other little crabs are shitting their shells scared of this overgrown mutant beast hermit krab.
I wonder if it's a gentle giant, like Schuyler Feekes (last on right). Maybe the 2 resident crabs know the new guy. When we bought him (?) he was just in the corner of the tank and the other crabs were hiding underneath a fake log. I gave the crabs a piece of orange as a treat, some purple cabbage, and a piece of goat meat.
I was thinking of mixing animals in the tank to try and get a fight going. Put a mouse in there, a frog, Chihuahua, something like that. Like that awesome book Food Chain. Go intentionally for discord rather than harmony and peace. I mean, hell, people, Harmony Korine has a lovely first name but the man and his work are the farthest things from harmony.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Two strange womenfolk, jury duty, bad beef, and droogs

I had jury duty today but got out of it on economic/personal hardship, which is 100% true. I also went to jury duty with bedhead bordering on an afro, an Amish facial hair style (goatee but no mustache), "11:15" in black marker on one hand and a large bandaid on the other (camping mishap), and two long rubber bands linked together holding my too-loose pants up because all my belts keep disappearing. (Belt thieves? Belt thief gnomes?) So my pants were too high. I'm sure both the defense and prosecution had no problem excusing me. I didn't want to be there anyway. As a philosopher I can never belief anything "beyond a reasonable doubt", because doubt seems to me very reasonable, and I have no f-ing idea what "truth" is. I really don't. And that's me being honest. Honesty and truth can be quite different.

As one of my female coworkers was leaving for the day she said goodbye to herself, then me, adding "I'm going to go home and kick my cat."
"Kick your cat?"
"Kick my cat."
"In the head, or in the ribs?"
"Kidneys."
"Ciao."
"Hasta la vista, baby."

Which reminded me of a woman riding her bicycle in my apartment complex the other night (well, not my apartment complex, I don't own it -- Borat: King of the apartment complex! King of the apartment complex! 615 square feet of regal, royal splendor! etc). The woman was fiddling with her bike by the mail boxes as I was rooting around in the trunk of my car looking for a can of soup. Then she remounted and rode away, saying to me, "I'm old, I'm drunk, and I talk to myself." Exact quote. Shit you not. I laughed and wished her well.
Couldn't find the soup though.

Hey, how about this new Funny Games movie? Looks rrrreeeeeaaaaaaallllll fucked up. Like A Clockwork Orange for a new age. 2 droogies instead of 4, but hey, whatever works. I was just watching Michael Pitt in The Hawk is Dying. That Pitt kid chooses some good movies -- Bully, Hedwig & his Angry Inch. He likes acting in f**ked up movies, don't he? Funny Games -- 2 normal looking white kids who are psychopaths. The Columbine Generation. The Snappers. Goin' postal. Took a wrong turn somewhere. They're out there. They walk, live, breathe among us.

Well, on a happier note, happy Vernal Equinox, y'all.