as everyone must know, ingmar bergman died recently. Malale doesn't see films very often but he has seen the following bergman ones:
- the seventh seal
- the silence
- winter light
- wild strawberries
(mio can add persona to that list)
Malale tended to like the closed spaces of winter light and the silence, their world being closed as the consciousnesses depicted were closed and alone as they faced final moments. It is always worrying to contemplate the death of someone who was terribly afraid of death. Perhaps by his constant facing of it in his work, in the actual event he found it quite acceptable.
Feel free to relate your comprehensive understanding of the work of bergman in the little comment spaces, and feel good about yourselves like peacocks, until you too are extinguished.
ceased being (001)
diphenhydramine and a trip to the cinema
diphenhydramine, trade name of benadryl, was an early histamine and is now available as an over the counter sedative. "People who consume a high recreational dose can possibly find themselves in a hallucination which places them in a familiar situation with people and friends and rooms they know, while in reality being in a totally different setting.
Diphenhydramine readily crosses the blood-brain barrier"" wikipedia
Here are some transcriptions of experiences with diphenhydramine, from the 'Erowid Experience Vaults' . . .
"Went to the bathroom, and out of nowhere the green walls became blue. . . Hearing Random sounds. (I.E. Clicks, Beeps, Music Parts, People Talking, Birds Chirping, More People Talking)"
"About a half hour later, the ceiling took on a weird gelatinous appearance, consistent with other reports. I then decided to get up, and listen to a little music. I didn't hear any distortion of the music, but I could hear my name being called over it. After turning off the music, I turned to see a black woman in a cape and a large fur hat sitting next to my roommate. She explained to me that he was very sick, and that she needed to heal him. She also told me not to be alarmed, so I turned back to the computer. This episode took about a half hour."
"I'm in my kitchen drinking some water, I go to get an ice tea from the fridge, BAM, I'm in my room, no ice tea, I go downstairs, get the same ice tea, the can is closed, I look down again, it's open. It's like I'm slipping in and out of time, the order is all wrong."
"At one point, I was staring straight into the eyes of a very old woman who was getting her hair done at a salon. She just kept staring me straight in my eyes, and I asked my friend sitting next to me, 'Is it rude to keep staring?' After I had spoken aloud for the first time during any of these trips, I snapped back into reality and realized that I had been staring at jeans and talking to absolutely no one."
here is a mio picture depicting the film we went to see. Can you tell what it is yet?
in case you were still wondering, I can now reveal, that we went to see the motion movie picture film "INLAND EMPIRE" by David Lynch. It was a good film, it had rabbits, prostitutes, and Laura Palmer's mother. It has Tits and Ass. A gun or two.
It also explicitly folds itself up and in more than any film I have seen, like if someone did a literal transcription-in-film of the soft machine for example. Tarkovsky's Mirror looks like something similar, but INLAND EMPIRE goes its own way.
The Laura Palmer Mommy character at the beginning-ish acts as oracle which signals some sort of future misfortune. Malale thinks now and again it may be something to do with a long-ago curse being restituted. The curse is variably:
-The curse of being-in-the-first-place
-The biblical curse, the instigator or fooled party being a woman
-Some sort of fall, in any case.
'it is a simple hole running from one thing to another' (jack spicer)
I think this means it is a recommended moving motion picture.
For those who are not sure, await the upcoming review by astute nipponese mio.
She has looked up the words:
-"ontological"
-"embedded"
-"metonym"
(she couldn't fine a definition of metonym)
nice webslot (001)
Before web slots, flying cars, and frozen heads, there was the teletext. All that is known about it is: that it appeared in the early 70s; it is great and british; it has a good game information section.
And it is now available on the inter slots, like some sort of imploded human!
double-u, double-u, double-u dot, teletext.co.uk
The letter section (of the game bit) is refreshed twice a day, and contains some good debate and a few jokes now and then. It helps me retain interest in video computer television games, which I must admit ebbs often now I am getting old and frightened about important things like the future and the liver and kidneys.
Other teletext sections of note:
- the local news to see if your friends have died yet
- the music section to stay hip, but their indie-focus can be terribly annoying
- that's about it. Those with interest can go to wikipedia and learn more about:
teletext, the vertical blanking interval, the days of digitiser
Thanks for briefly listening.
Latter Spicer / Lovecraft 1.
Jack Spicer listening to a baseball game
on his little transistor radio
-- Jack Spicer (1925-1965) is a principal figure of latter literature, many commentaries on his work have positioned it as being somehow of the future, or the outside (see Robin Blaser's essay "The Practise of the Outside" for example) If Spicer is of a time, it is implied, we have not yet reached it.
-- Howard Philips Lovecraft (1890-1937) perhaps was a principal figure of latter literature, until his time seemed to come, and many books, and newspaper articles on the books, were written about him. Michel Houellebecq wrote an essay "H.P. Lovecraft: Against the World, Against Life"
Here is Howard failing not to smile
"The Call of Cthulhu" is a description of how messages from an outside alien zone are gradually connected,
to reveal a threat against all life on earth.
There had been a slight earthquake tremor the night before . . . and Wilcox's imagination had been keenly affected . . . an unprecedented dream of great Cyclopean cities . . . from some undetermined point below had come a voice that was not a voice; a chaotic sensation which only fancy could transmute into sound, but which he attempted to render by the almost unpronounceable jumble of letters: "Cthulhu fhtagn." . . . a thing "miles high" which walked or lumbered about . . . scattered cases of uneasy but formless nocturnal impressions appear here and there, always between March 23 and April 2 - the period of young Wilcox's delirium // The size of the Old Ones, too, he curiously declined to mention . . . //MYSTERY DERELICT FOUND AT SEA//They had come from the stars, and had brought Their images with Them.
-- Transistor Radio (1953 - )
"I don't think the messages are for the poet
anymore than a radio program is for the radio set" (Spicer)
-the transistor radio was not seen in Lovecraft's life, but it is what he had in mind, let's say
"They could only lie awake in the dark and think whilst uncounted millions of years rolled by. They knew all that was occurring in the universe, for Their mode of speech was transmitted thought. Even now They talked in Their tombs. When, after infinities of chaos, the first men came, the Great Old Ones spoke to the sensitive among them by moulding their dreams; for only thus could Their language reach the fleshly minds of mammals." (Lovecraft)
Sporting Life
The trouble with comparing a poet to a radio
is that radios don't develop scar tissue.
The tubes burn out or with a transistor which most souls are
the battery or diagram burns out
replaceable or not replaceable
But not like that punch drunk fighter in the bar the poet
takes too many messages
The right to the ear that floored him in New Jersey
The right to say that he stood six rounds with a champion
Then they sell beer or go on sporting commissions
or if the scar tissue is too heavy demonstrate in a bar.
The poet is a radio
The poet is a liar
The poet is a counter punching radio
and those messages
god would not damn them
do not ever know they are champions
(Spicer)
notes
- My books are not with me so I have had to rely for the poetry on transcriptions of recordings of readings, hence the innacurate arrangement of the lines and so on. Don't get heavy handed.
- Therefore i will continue this loose beginning in the eventual future with discussions of Hannah Weiner and Daniel Davidson, who wrote "culture" half of which is available as pdf. I will put the links in comments in the next few days. Or, find them yourselves, why don't you.
-- this post was troubled by my not knowing what I was doing, like someone trying to beat you at street fighter 2 by wriggling the joystick a lot. May I apologise and ask that any errors be blamed not on me, but on the unfairness of being born.
self-esteem (001)
today we went to the supermarket. I think we went at a wrong time because there were lots of woman from about mid 20s to 50s and all were mothers. "There is a certain statement being made," I said to mio after, "when a western gaijin twat and a lovely nippon girl enter the streets and the supermarkets together among the resident natives." Anyway, we got what was needed from the supermarket. I managed to get a discount beer, a discount crisp(s), and a carton of red wine.
We got home sharpish.
-- I just found (this will appear in a future post, beautifully illuminated) that the japanese whale fisheries slogan is "Protect, by Eating!" - that is my interpreation, bit mio begs askance
- mio's translation "Eat, But Protect"
here is the japanese, for the light of judgment like in the episodes of urotsukidouji I haven't seen
「まもって、たべる」
two books read
Malale read two books, half before the plane, half on the plane, and half after.
---
"Timescape" by Gregory Benford - scientists in the 90s try to send messages to scientists in the 60s in the hope of averting an environmental disaster that threatens all life on the planet.
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Analysis - of course, if they were successful, there wouldn't be an environmental disaster in the first place. Or, we think the transmission of the message will give the past the information to prompt unwittingly the disaster (so if they did not send the message to the past the disaster would not happen, but if that was the case they wouldn't have need to send the message in the first place) All these sorts of fun things are part of the book, but it manages to avoid any simplistic paradox by having all sorts of pathetic characters and little scenes that appear as outside the plot. One character is a terrible womaniser. He likes to have his way with married women. Perhaps the crisis prompts him to desperately spread his seed for the sake of future humans, and we are supposed to think in the long term, to disregard petty feelings like jealousy and so on.
(Of course jealousy is not a petty feeling, it is extremely ruinous. Only sociopaths go around sleeping with other people's wives thinking it is for the greater good - - but I suppose that is the point, sociopaths being defined by society, ready to collapse as it is)
I would feel reasonably comfortable recommending this book, but would like it to be twice as long. As it is we have an intriguing sense of a future (I mean, their present) almost unwittingly sacrificing itself in the hope that they won't happen.
---
"Tau Zero" by Poul Anderson - a space-ship intended to transport a crew of fifty to a new earth-like planet for colonisation experiences a spot of bother when the engine starts accelerating infinitely (or something like that - this book likes to discuss now and then equations and all that, but all we need to know is that it starts going very fast, and can't slow down, and because of relativity and jazz, the universe starts to age &tc)
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Analysis - generally, the idea is good, and there are a good few moments of terror when the engines get messed up, but the book is far too short and rather cursorily written as regards its setting and characters to succeed at its attempt at cosmic transcendence.
--
Read these books anyway, as they are quite pivotal works of SF. An alternative couple could be:
Appleseed by John Clute - gets the manic far far future right
Inverted World by Christopher Price - wonderful description of messed-up world, ruined by the tying up of things in last 20 so pages.
Nothing is perfect anyway, so please enjoy things when you can !
live/UFO/kawaguchi
- On the 18th of July we managed to alleviate the pain of being by embarking to a live house and witnessing some rock. (The 18th of July is a half year for Malale if we want to take these things into consideration. One thinks of a prism, or a perfect point of rupture.)
- Kawaguchi Masami's New Rock Syndicate were playing at the UFO Club in Koeniji. Kawaguchi was the bassist on the Aihiyou albums (haino keiji's cover band) and seems to have graduated from haino-proximity to become a confident leader in the current avant-psych-rock-scene.
- The UFO club is a great basement spot with blue glowing bar, pretty tiny, nice strong cocktails, red curtains (liverpool beings can recall the magnet in happier times, reduce to a quarter of its size, and you would be within acceptable limits)
- New Rock Syndicate started playing with the curtains still drawn; unveiled the trio (slightly pictured above) in fetching spasm garage rhythms. Kawaguchi plays guitar with a fetching serene smile. A tiny-ish girl plays drums and a groovy-trousered man plays bass. An apprenticeship with haino keiji is evident when angular introductory solos are started, worried over, and extended; when the song breaks up and is carried on; when the end of the set comes and it is carried past ('alluvials' Kerouac called it) - the desperate approach to failure of haino does not happen, the risks are mild - but it is an approach to a New Rock with an ever expansive future. The smile and the freedom of things, as a benevolent sort of disharmony.
notes
- there is stuff on youtube that can be gazed at. I am not here to encourage laziness
- The recent death of jutok kaneko, elder of 70s sourced undergound guitar, may have something to do with the benevolent feeling of the inheritors, like the dark branches being cropped (see wikipedia for more)
- Sorry for the lack of exciting posts. In the second week of august at least 3 lives will be gone to and studied
ridiculous food (001)
Browsing the post-midnight discount in local super market, mio likes the look of deep fried rivercrabs.
Soon after she has a sick tummy.
The poor tiny rivercrabs.
The first ridiculous food.
Someday on Planar Surface 1.
- new book begun, with above acting as complete structure. A prize to who can infer the state of the world to be depicted, only from the above.
compulsory cat (001)
neighbourhood cat in flower thing. The day of the earthquake. Perhaps the cat found this a comforting spot.
erotic bumper comic analysis part 2.
advert-as-small-manga advising on various uses of a vibrator available on special offer in connection with the bumper erotic comic publishers. I enjoy the celebatory portrayal of it all.
nce-with-sex-scenes.
I admire the relaxed attitude and extended foreplay scenes. I hope the girls that read this comic insist on this sort of thing from their boyfriends.
Here is a two-page cunnilingus scene.
Later the boy almost dies while rescuing a cat, but the girl is a nurse and brings him back to life and then I suppose they have cunnilingus again, in between acts of kindness to neighbourhood pets and old people. (he is endangered during an instance of land subsidence, the cat does not fight him or anything)
blue, whale; a
Almost like a beak with a soft body and tail attached, the blue whale
(supposedly captured here in non-specific resins in diving mode)
I await, and have waited, the blue whale heroic autobot toy.
interest thought (001)
- by Clayton Eshleman
" I have also constructed a myth in the book on Ice Age art that primordial image-making was motivated by a crisis in which people began to separate the animal out of their about-to-be human heads and to project it on cave walls. The corollary to this intuition is that proto-shamanism may have come into being as a reactive swerve from this separation continuum, to rebind human being to the fantasy of a paradise which did not exist until the separation was sensed. "
earth platter victimisation
herein Malale uses a mio-image to be aware
of those who turned dead & injured
when the earth wriggled
now, death-scared humour aside, the world is a vulnerable one. Let's be heroic and kind while there is still ground beneath our feet
erotic bumper comic analysis part 1.
the lady came through with promise of erotic manga procurement with barely a blush. Here is a technical analysis of the tome.
Size: akin to the poet Louis Zukofsky's lifework "A"
Contents: akin to teen-drama romance with no frills save intercourse depictions / woman's magazine problem page with illustrations and narrative / This Morning sexually explicit phone-ins with elegant handsome man and cute vulnerable ladies
with handy keiji haino cd for comparison
today's earth plates
today the earthplates of our great globe wriggled noticeably and the first malale-observed earthquake was, and he saw that it was good. He did not notice it right away, it had to be pointed out to him.
Quite pleasant sensation, like on a ship at sea in wake of an annoying speedboat.
Oh, and, some nucelar plant is on fire.
Otherwise all is right with the world.
Somehow, it wriggles on.
blue whale was here
Today we went to see a blue whale. It was outside a museum so we didn't need to pay.
I am always nervous around blue whales and this time was no different.
Unfortunately the camera died but we are determined to return and record the vast
creature for all to see.
Then we got lost in a motorbike district. They had some marvellous footwear.
Then I located an old record shop, and a little corner there selling erotic videos for
one pound fifty. I was too shy to root through them, but mio has promised to buy me
an erotic manga maybe tomorrow. Somehow she has such guts.
-Some have a desire that busts through any nerves, some have nerves that rein in desire,
and some don't have the nerves to need the guts to please the desire.
(pornograph purchase aptitude motto)
Manifest Destinies
meeting a younger brother .
the other girl close to dying was later revived with an allergy tablet.
always keep one handy
>>> mio's comment : sorry, i sent this photo to my mum but
i did not mean to laugh at her....the poor sick lady.
<<<
it was in an okinawan bar. there we were made to eat pig's ears.
quite tasty sort of meat crisps.
More Action on the Threshold
probably the same ant from earlier, in spital phase space
most ants like this one pictured are elderly with a life
remaining of no more than 3 weeks, hence their being
sent out foraging among the laminated floorboards of
wirral suburb conservatories.
"have pity for the dead"
about the latter literature - useless intro.
Plainly these things aren't coming to a conclusion or a twining
wherein we see connections. And I have been meaning to think of
how a certain type of book at least does that while remaining
something as compelling as a detective novel or the latest comic
book inspired american tv series
I will have to approach -plot
-narrative
and the other usual wigwam talk, but in the context of
those works which manage the avoidance but utilisation of all that.
An impossibly incomplete list follows for the moment:
Dr Sax, Kerouac
Soft Machine, Burroughs
Jack Spicer
Dante, Blake, Li Po, Melville, Zukofsky
Olson's poetry will likely always be a headache for those who
like to assimilate and a grand &tc
The Point is that things continue to be misunderstood,
the Latter Literature is ascertained a place in the future,
as something unidentifiable for perpetuity
like a safeholding, access only in special, usually tragic,
circumstances.
humid day irritates me
hello i am the girl who has a gray eye.
and there is no right arm
oops no legs either.
SNAIL かたつむり
Here we can see a snail trying to make a go of it in a spital
stone garden. There may be a worm it will be making friends
with in the upper right damp quadrant. But the snail probably
is shy abouts its size and shiny overbearing shell.
- because time is illusory, all these things are in sequence
Mio's comment
>>the snail is probably too big for the worm which will get frightened.
i am too short anyway.
green cube float
here is a green cube floating over some buildings.
People live in the buildings, but not necessarily in the cube
-Later I will reveal my schema re: Latter Literature, and
things will be tied in like they will stupend you and we will
all float thusly (see above)
ant at heaven apse
here is an ant from spital, cheshire, formerly merseyside, england, part of a world
it is transferred here specially by special blur graphic nodes. We wanted to use it
for the top bit but were and continue to be inept like bastards.
