THINGS OF ASTOUNDING NOTE

~(sorry, I think I am just chatting to myself here)~


· realised I show more preference to tabs to the right of computer screen; the leftward (and initial I believe) are neglected somewhat.

· There has been a systemized helicopter path over our humble flats recently. I looked out on the balcony and saw three black helicopters, one behind the other, heading towards shinjuku or past it I suppose. Then I witnessed two returning from shinkuju-wards. The passage of these particular helicopters makes the flat vibrate. I am linking it to north korea things, OR the transportation of wikilinked prisoners to less-known places.

· I am feeling terror coming. Actually I feel quite jovial. That doesn't mean anything good for any of you, beware on your tipping toes [I don't feel so jovial now, actually had a terrible time with a tab key the other night, god help me]
· I am finding THE UNNAMABLE really pleasant to read, previously I had not read it properly. "First dirty, then make clean."[p.10]  But then I lost my place, bookmark ragged paper went clear flying out when I was unaware. Then a sinister review:

"Unfortunately, Beckett's new UK home of Faber and Faber doesn't seem able to produce an edition that passes muster - these books are boring to look at, typo-ridden, so poorly bound they fall apart in your hands (useless for prolonged study), and in the present case, not so much Unnameable as unreadable: the copy we received got to page 26 and then jumped to pages 59-74 before returning to page 43, pages 27-42 having been simply omitted. "Where now? Who now? When now?" are questions anyone who cares about Beckett ought to be asking faced with such neglect and incompetence."

I don't think mine has this problem, if it does I will complain to f&f -- and who is "we", reviewer?

· Also I want to demand from the bbc the whereabouts of the Ghost Trio film, or, in fact TV programme

First televised on BBC2 on 17 April 1977

Now listen, what I like about this GHOST TRIO is, right at the beginning, the film, or TV programme acknowledges its presence on the TV set in long ago sitting rooms, early summer 77, evening, thus:

Good evening. Mine is a faint voice. Kindly tune accordingly. [someone in the sitting room bends to the TV, squats before it, either sliding the thingy or twisting the thingy, the volume slider/ knob analogue thingy] Good evening. Mine is a faint voice. Kindly tune accordingly. [repeats so he,she, before TV may judge the effect of the adjustment (if any, of course)] It will not be raised, nor lowered, whatever happens.

Plain, simple, sort of funny I suppose, acknowledgement of the medium. I don't want to say "fourth wall", I hate that, mainstreamy genre authors are getting giggly about it recently, liking to think they are "postmodern", like . . . garfield, probably, or that man who did the voice of him (garfield) and he was in ghostbusters, twice! two ghostbusters. Always I hoped the ghostly portal-opened ghosts-present-in-the-world seemingly apocalypse scenario would not be defeated, they could have a whole ghosted-earth sequel (as urotsukidouji does, beautiful somehow end place scenes --in that bashed-up-together film at least ) Other films too promise the interesting scary zone but "hero" puts stop to -- like in howard the duck for example . . . they (who?) consider somethings as postmodern and therefore somehow something, like, another wrong word "transgressive" and are satisfied? with that? is that all it takes? to be (what?) happy? . . successful?  UGH as the "times literary supplement" said about "naked lunch"/ no, not "naked lunch" some british-only (?) compendium from that to nova express or thereabouts, it was called DEAD FINGERS TALK . . . !


No, I think my complaint stirs due to this: a separation of the norm, and the outside things, used, to spark up a bit the norm.  In this process, the norm is still the powered privileged point, everything else are little, sometimes glamorous, tools it exploits with nary a thought.  But it is the simple separation that is prior to all the power play, that makes such possible, that I am against in quite a frowning manner.  In actual damned fact.  And so (all the terms above, I didn't want to use them) . . .

Rachel Blau DuPlessis (favourite poet) says:

To smash the fourth wall does not change much. (Draft 73: Nanifesto)

And but in any case, GHOST TRIO does not seem to be available anywhere, although I read it the other month so slowly and carefully I almost thought I had seen it, and still see it all in my head . . . (I think because I also read a report on the filming of it, somewhere on googlebooks, that expanse)

Forgive my stating the obvious.
Keep that sound down.