Friday, 22 February 2008

Last Words.

"Go on, get out! Last words are for fools who haven't said enough!"
Karl Marx

"Where am I...What the hell? Oh God dammit no!...I couldn't find the left foot sock. Is it under the chair?"
Josef Stalin

"Friends applaud, the comedy is over."
Ludwig van

"My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or other of us has got to go."
Oscar Wilde

"I can't sleep."
J. M. Barrie

"Does no one understand it?"
James Joyce

I don't know if anyone cares or not /// But I have never liked you idiots.

The entire universe is made up of matter in different states. All matter is made up of atoms and atoms of subatomic particles. I know from school that every subatomic particle has a positive or negative charge.

For every particle with a positive or negative charge, there must be a particle with the opposite charge to balance its existence. So all existing matter has antimatter as its counterpart.

If that is the case, then where is all the antimatter in the universe? You cannot see the two side by side cos, when they come into contact they repel or cancel each other out and boom! disappear.

But how can matter exist without antimatter? the physical universe is existing, unbalanced. The solution to the mystery can only be that there are two planes of reality coexisting in the same spacetime but out of contact with each other. *** i did not figure any of this out on my own. But, i do understand that this is why life always seems so unfair.

Monday, 18 February 2008

Thursday, 14 February 2008

hard to watch her suffer but with the 2nd shot she died....

i did forget it was valentines today and went for a walk in a cemetery. i have never seen it so full. people standing by the lovers', wives' and husbands' gravestones with flowers.

Saturday, 9 February 2008

I evolve but I don't revolve.

another dumb one. generally accepted music started in africa right? as drumming.

out of that have evolved 2 quite disparate things. first you have the MODERN POP MUSIC INDUSTRY in all its glory. but you see, drums were used for parties and prayer and all that but ALSO as communication between tribes, far flung around jungle and desert. SO......the second thing, which, if you follow the chain along, which has evolved from ugga bugga's early sonic efforts is...YES!!! the mobile phone.

two evils of the modern world? or what we have all been living for all along.

it all comes together in the rather awesome form of. yeah. you know.


it's all so fucking poetic.

Tuesday, 5 February 2008

I'm In The Milk And The Milk's in Me!

Most people know Maurice Sendak. Where The Wild Things Are... and Mickey in the Midnight Kitchen has become the default slip-in-to-conversation pieces if you are talking to someone of your own age who is cool enough for you to have little in common with.

PLus Spike Jonze's decision to make Where The Wild THings Are... into a feature film SOON TO HIT THE BIG SCREEN has sent a lot of us back to boxes in attic's to dig out childhood favourites. Quite how he intends to turn the 10 minute read into a hour+ long film without adding incredibly irritating plot sequences and morals, I don't know. We shall see.

Spike is, however, not the first at having a go at bringing Sendak's creations to celluloid and while I am not over the moon about his attempt, he at least had the grace to include the book's original author in the credits.

Many of the same generation who gazed in awe at the ink Sendak put to paper have the fellow cornerstone of their development of David Bowie in Labyrinth. Loads of people's favourite film. Oddly, writers Jim Henson and Dennis Lee take full credit for the story. They seemed to think that when they fell upon what they obviously imagined to be the 'lesser-known' Sendak story Outside Over There....that no one would ever have heard of it. So true to human grace the pair simply lifted the story....which, to those who know neither goes...
While Ida is busy playing her wonder horn faceless goblins come in through the bedroom window and kidnap her baby sister. So Ida puts on her mother's yellow rain cloak and sets off on a mystical journey into outside over there, to rescue her sister and save her from having to become a nasty goblin's bride. But once she finds the goblin's hiding place she has to employ a very special, clever ftrick before she can carry her sister home to safety.

I won't spoil the end.
Buy the book, steal the film and compare. You would think Jim Henson and David Bowie would have enough original ideas of their own. The audacity of success if ever I saw it.

Monday, 4 February 2008

Reading Books. Writing Books.

"Books are the only things we have left which don't contrive to steal what little time you have left to yourself. Whether writing or reading."

"You Don't Know Me."

"I decree that history shall be rewritten. This time without any punctuation so that it is just one sentence linked together by the phrase "And then what happened was..."

It is odd that US citizens so bemoan their lack of history especially in comparison to the UK but also, more generally when using Europe as a frame of reference (they rarely dare line themselves up against the ancients of the Far or Middle East).

Human history can be traced in two ways. Either through ancestry, in which case theirs is a rich as ours, being one and the same thing until the infamous split of 1776 and conjoining of The Thirteen Colonies. Otherwise, by geography, in which case America can boast a far more varied history than us. Only in their pursuit of freedom, they seem uncomfortable to include the rather awkward point of mass genocide and decades of bullying, starvation and theft (not that the British have that missing but it is a less considerable part of their founding, more their evolution).

hHistory is what it is, there isn't a right or wrong because who can really enforce, punish or reward what goes on over generations, if in their lifetime? If you or your peeps have been (metaphorically) fucked in the ass, all you can really do is lie down, enjoy it and walk like a rudeboy ever after. You can also take some enjoyment from realisation of guilt on the part of the the perpetrator, which usually takes the form of repetition and denial.

"I mean, it is just so sad that we have nothing other than Hollywood and rock 'n' roll to fall back on." It really is just bizarre.

- more on repetition and its convictions through blurred meaning later. and the sorry state of modern rock 'n' roll. which would be fine if it acknowledged it roots. bloody roots.