Monsters

FRANKENSTIEN

 

Monsters have been around a very long time, from Leviathan to Grendel.  Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein during a small European cold spell.  The monster of that novel is a bit different than the one portrayed in film. In the film still above, the monster is destroyed by the villagers, burned up with the mill.  In film there are monsters you hate and when they die you get a kind of release.  In “It Came from Beyond Space”, they suck all the air out of their spaceship to kill their monster and we go yea! There are monsters in films that we actually feel a little sorry for.  The monster in the Frankenstein film is one of them.  I feel a little sad when they burn up the “Beast from 20,000 fathoms” in the amusement park.  A person can keep fictional monsters at arm’s length whether they are likable or unlikable.  From giant bugs to alien invaders the army always saves the day and we can rest easy after a rollercoaster ride in fantasy land.

Frankenstein in the novel follows his creation north to destroy him after the monster has done some pretty crummy things to those around Frankenstein in the name of some form of monster angst. I suppose in the end Frankenstein destroys himself as well.  Some might argue that the scientist destroyed himself when he created the monster.  His willful pursuit of creation being his undoing as, to me anyway, he does not possess the inner strength to cope with creation. He passes out at the point of creation when he needs the strength to deal with what he has done. The real work of taking care of a child begins when a woman is most exhausted.

Real monsters, in the real world do not get the luxury of sympathy.  In the real world when you sympathize with a monster, you eventually become something like an Igor, partly responsible.  But it is more than that in the real world, it is like vampirism.  It is a disease that infects and can be spread not only by patient zero (e.g. the monster) but as in the zombie apocalypse they are all monsters, ghouls feeding on humans.  They are all monsters without souls.  They lose the shed a tear for them along the way factor.

In the current real world we live in, the monster Trump has risen his ugly head.  Unlike the monster in Frankenstein, he will not get a tear from me when he meets his end.   He was a monster before he became a politician; he embraced his monster-hood.  In this case, there was not just one mad scientist, there were a whole slew of them, many of which are still in the shadows, hidden.  They will not get a tear from me when they are brought out into the light.  They are monsters in their own right.  They were willful in this crime.

The forces that I believe created the monster Trump are the same group of mad scientists who believe shell corporations and LLCs are a good idea.  Hiding moneys in a tax haven defrauds the infrastructure of what nation or nations helped make that money, including the human resources who have to pay their taxes.  Hiding assets is just a way of protecting it from being taken away from you does not cut it as an excuse.  That is what bank guards are paid for and why we have the FDIC.  There is shame and criminal behavior in hiding assets.  How many trillions of dollars are socked away somewhere that cannot be seen by anyone, and what kind of dark deeds made that money for somebody? There is no army going to save the day from the giant insects in this particular reality we are living.  Many of those mass graves being uncovered have their origins due to “the army”.  And unfortunately the same forces that are guiding “the army” in this case are supporting those hidden funds.

It has been pointed out that the monster Trump was a reality T.V. show star. It makes the leap from movie monster to reality monster a much more applicable metaphor. Hollywood fantasy monster mutating into a real world monster. The media likes to label this White House as a reality show presidency. All the extras in this reality show are not extras from a film set, they are real people that this real monster and his own personal Dr. Frankensteins are destroying, maiming, and murdering for profits that is not coming out of ticket sales; it is coming out of human blood.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Lost Room

3071 Dec. 72

 

For those of you who like a nice season of what do the little people do when they run into the deeply weird, I highly recommend a made for TV mini-series called “The Lost Room”. I believe it had hopes of a second session, but never went on. That is why I like to call it a mini-series, although it was not designed as such. A strange event has happened in a motel room, leaving objects scattered about that ­­are fragments of some greater power and possessing little powers all their own. It is another look at what has floated through film for years; what happens when someone is given god-like powers?

I bring it up because something crossed my mind the other day. The image of the single room as a metaphor for humanity’s view of the universe. Plato has his cave of shadows, I present to you the room.

Picture a person inside a room. It can be any shape, a cube, a cuboid, even a dodecahedron: any three dimensional shape with walls. On each of these walls, there are doors: wood doors, metal doors, sliding doors, but they are all locked from the outside, and there is no key. Each wall also has a window, but the curtains are drawn from the outside. They cannot be opened. Maybe some of them have black out curtains.

There is a light switch somewhere outside the room, and someone, or something turns it on and off on some kind of regular schedule. The light source can be seen, maybe it is a beautiful chandelier. Maybe it is a bare bulb on a bit of insulated wire. It helps regulate when you sleep and when you wake.

The person in the room has everything they need to be happy. There are other people if they want them; there are no people if they do not. There are games. There is food. There is adventure. There is peace. It is all there.

They really do not need to know what is outside the room, but one night they stay awake after dark and notice that through the curtains a little light seeps in, at least with some of the windows, others do not. Sometimes there is a little light under the door. They begin to wonder what is out there. They do not have to, but humans seem to do that.

It becomes one of their games, their conversations. Why light in some windows, not in others? Why do the windows and doors not open? Is it all an illusion? Is the light under control, or does it just work like that? The windows and doors and lights could just be there for no reason. How can we find out?

I cannot help but think that things have changed since Plato’s cave metaphor. Our reality, at least my own, has become much more inside/outside oriented based on the idea of the room rather than on the room itself.   Was Plato’s cave of shadows based upon a real cave and observation, or was it an idea of an idea. My room metaphor seems to be a construct of a construct. Has the X number of years of humanity stepping back from the natural world allowed us to make more use of ideas about ideas, and has our ability to observe the world around us and to draw theories from it been blunted by lack of use? Maybe that is why I have such a hard time with extrapolating substrata in geology while looking at a surface in the world, too many preconceive ideas.

I have watched more and more movies based on videogames, not on real events. There have been movies based on books probably since the beginning of film. If not books, then the pulp magazines.  So these would be made up stories about made up stories.  Maybe this is why film has a classification called documentaries.  I might even through in the “based on a true event” films as made up stories about stories.

It was over Thanksgiving that I ran into my my niece and nephew, they are much bigger than the last time I saw them. They are in high school and college now. One of them had just discovered Plato’s cave and were just as intrigued by the picture as I was when I first heard it. I never did get around to asking if they had heard the one about Socrates being shown writing for the first time, and him saying this looked like a bad idea. People could learn things without having the wisdom to use or not use them. I think that story was attributed to Xenophon, but I have yet been able to source it.

So I have a metaphor of a room. It is based on an idea of a room, not drawn from some experience of a room. As a writer, I wonder if that is as good of a mechanism for telling a tale, or is it better to have a real, slap in the face contact event to draw upon than just an idea.

The preface of “Lyric Ballads” talks about powerful emotion remembered in moments of calm. So it would seem they favor the experience over the idea. I favor it myself, but my inner Hobbit is less enthusiastic to those “nasty uncomfortable things that make you late for dinner”.   It has been that way most of my life. Maybe it has to do my frail younger years, and I turned inward. Then I was forced by life to turn outward.

The question remains to be explored: metaphor of metaphor, or life creating metaphor? I lean toward gnostic learning, personal contact. What is your take?

Interdimensional Paperwork

6366 Nov. 81

 

I was working at picking up the recycling on Earth 1457 the other day, moonlighting is so much easier when multiple aspects of the self are doing the same job as in this Earth. There is some easy bleed through.

I came across a piece of white ledger with a few editor marks in red pen. There also was a big red X covering the entire text, somebody decided not to keep this in whatever they were writing.

It read like this:

“The Devil spawned the Democrats,” he said, “and even though I may be best dealmaker in the whole world, I think that Satan did too good a job on these guys.”

That was it.

I stared at it over the open gaylord before I tossed it in, kicking absentmindedly at the pallet underneath the big box.

Now in my reality, with what is going on, I thought it might be a quote out of the Earth’s “Sound and Fury” book. It certainly did not make it in our edition.  But I could not decide who said it in that world: Trump, Pence, or Bannon.  If they even had those guys in that reality.

For the rest of the day I had “The Devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal.” by the Charlie Daniels Band running through my head.

The People’s Assets

31 MAY 78

 

In the land that was the CCCP, now called the Russian Federation, the people’s assets have been taken away. Now is the time for those assets to be returned to the people.  Workers of the Federation unite.  Your father’s fathers did it once, do it again.  The Revolution never ends; it is an endless battle.  In my country, we have been asleep as well.  We have been forced to wake up and look at the country we have allowed to be overrun by greedy gluttons.  We have begun to fight back.  It is a hard row to hoe, but spring is coming.  This has been the year of the roaster.  This will be the year of the dog.  I hope this dog can hunt, and has a hard bite.

The More Things Change . . .

223 Mar. 74

 

. . . the more they stay the same. That is how the old song goes, and given what happened at the Inter-Con Hotel in Kabul this weekend, it pops into my head again.  There was a lot of bad news all over the world, Syria, DC, Kabul.  There was some good: the Women’s March.

In Kabul at the Intercontinental Hotel, gunmen, deaths, hostages. It was an ongoing situation when last I looked.

It has been a long time since nineteen-seventy-nine, Feb. 14th.  US Ambassador Dubs in Kabul was kidnapped and taken to the Kabul Hotel.  He was held hostage and killed during a failed rescue attempt.  My father was a doctor, stationed there at the time.  He was called to the hotel where he examined the man and told them there was nothing he could do for him.

That was thirty-eight years ago next month. Given what the Soviet’s and the US have done to Afghanistan, I would say that our military intervention and policies have failed badly.  Time to rethink this folks.

There was a story on the web in the last year of McMaster showing Trump a picture of women in Kabul in mini-skirts in the seventies. He convinced Trump that we could make Kabul like that again.  I assume there was some military solution.  Thirty-eight years of military solutions.  It is long past time for the Afghan people to get what they want.  And if it is not what the Americans, the Russians, the English, or the Chinese want, so be it.

When I was last in Kabul, it was the early seventies, it was just after the first “bloodless” coup. Mohammed Daoud Khan had just taken over from his cousin, Mohammed Zahir Khan.  He was trying to head of a communist movement.  He was finally assassinated by that movement in seventy-eight.  At night I remember the flashes of artillery fire in the Khyber Pass.  The previous king and the Pakistani government had a deal with the Pathans, the Pashtuns.  They paid them to let traffic through unmolested during daylight.  At night, that was your problem.  My guess is the coup upset that deal.

Kabul was a beacon of modern civilization. Ariana air was partly owned by TWA, the Peace Corps was there, and they wandered into town once in a while.  They had been taught Dari, but the villages they were in spoke Pashtu.  The borders were porous and contraband moved fairly well across them.  It supported the local tribes.  The provinces were controlled by the local tribes.  There was an annual bushkazi event where the King awarded a gold coin.

It fell apart, but it worked until the first coup and trying to bring democracy to the place. Socialism did not work any better.  I think I would describe how the country worked as enlightened self-interest.  Not necessarily somebody else’s tribal interests, but your own.  How are you going to put it back?  That is something the US government really has to ask itself, because so far they are grossly misinformed.  They cannot even do that in the US right now.

Oh My!

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The hills have lions, no tigers, but bears.

We have lions, no tigers, but bears.

I worry more about the flying monkeys,

and the wicked usurper in the East.

We have hetmans here, monarchs

in their own right,

but they are like the lions and bears.

They follow their nature.

I worry more about the flying monkeys,

and the wicked usurper in the East.

The lions, and hetmans, and the bears

can be hunted.

I am waiting for the clean waters

of Allah to melt the usurper.

As to the flying monkeys, well

. . . a primate is just a primate.

 

Shutdown

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One year in, technically the US government ran out of money at midnight. It is now the weekend, whatever that means in these wacky days.  I use the word wacky loosely, weird or creepy or frightening also apply.  I am trying to look on the bright side.

Criminal government is tyranny. Behaving as if what has occurred in the USA over the last year is government as usual is conspiracy after the fact.  The GOP is at the very least, guilty of that.  It is a fitting anniversary for the most successful attack on the USA ever.  Kudos to the enemy, whoever they are.  You saw our weakness and turned it against us.

But there are no failures, only lessons. Thank you for waking me up.  I am waiting for the honest civil servants in our legal system to catch up with the criminals.  I hope I live long enough to see some of them pay for their crimes.  I am no saint.  They have caused me great psychological distress over the last fifteen months, ever since waking up to the election results and finding a career criminal embraced  by our system.

I cannot remember when Mr. DeLorean tried to save his car company with a large drug deal. The DEA was there to help him try.  I wonder why when Mr. Trump was trying to save his company by dealing in proscribed moneys, the IRS and the Treasury Dept. were not as helpful?  Is it perhaps because the US government is somewhat lax on crime when they get their cut?  That is part of it, but I have yet to figure out the full subtlety of the system.

Sixty-two million people in the USA voted for Trump. Yes government has an inherent flaw, it leads to corruption, but embracing corruption is not the answer.  The USA has proven to the world that its governmental system cannot be trusted.  We now will spent the rest of our lives, and our children’s lives trying to save face.  It has been said that honest men cannot be cheated.  There just do not seem to be a lot of honest men in the US.  Not enough.  I have spent my life trying to learn from my mistakes.  It is a hard row to hoe.  Like I said, I am no saint.

I believe in the illusion of government, it helps the free market thrive. If all the greedy kleptocrats out there have any sense at all, they will help restore order to the illusion.  Boarders are only valuable if they are porous; it helps prevent explosions.  If a body wants their proscribed moneys released, maintain the structural integrity, do not take territory, property is an illusion that must be maintained.  It you are going to pick pockets, do not pants a body to get the wallet.  People notice the breeze.

I am not a good political analyst. I am slow.  Most of the things I have broken in my life have been a result of haste.  I am leery of people who know what is what and want to fix things because I am not much different than everybody else.  I have learned that how I want the world to be is not necessarily the way the world should be.  In all of the bureaucracies I have worked in, people who have generally come up with better ways of doing things, have not made it better.  People only see so far as the consequences of their actions, then things move in ways that are not foreseen.  Sometimes wisdom is not a matter of doing, but not doing.

Still, when it is bleeding, we all should know how to apply pressure to the wound. It may not help, but there is just a freak out function to try.

Kindle

 

I received a Kindle for Christmas. I have been watching my friends with them for several years, and I knew that I was going to have to get one, “one of these days”. Friends are there to nudge you in the right direction. Or if you have some strange friends like I do, they drag you into some of the darker corners of the world, tracer rounds in abandoned gravel quarries in the middle of the night, mostly you come back alive.

The publishing industry has changed since I sent out paper copy on all my works, waiting weeks, if not months before I could send materials out again in the hopes of being in print. Sometimes you get published, mostly I did not. I have a list of publications, but poets are a dime a dozen. You just keep writing in the hope that it has some relevance. If it does, you will make a fortune after you are dead. You can tell if you wrote something important if after you are reincarnated, you have to read your works in a literature class.

I will be trying to get my poetry on to Amazon for sale this year. I expect it will not have much of a market, but it will be there if my work becomes a meme. I have been meaning to work on my prose, however I keep being distracted by the horror story of fat cats trying to deconstruct the administrative state. The idiots do not realize that the bureaucracy is what keeps working-stiffs from having to worry about governing. I guess I am working on my prose no matter what.

I have an extensive research library around the house. I have worn out editions of books that I like to read. There is usually a pile building up around the bed as I am a restless sleeper. It goes back on the shelf as I start tripping over it. I think the Kindle will cut this pile down. This past weekend I loaded “Fire and Fury” by Wolff. I have never read a book the very first day it was published, and I would not have been able to as it sold out in hard copy too quickly. I am catching up on other political relevance at the same time, “Collusion” by Luke Harding, “Secrecy World” by Jake Bernstein, and “The Man without a Face . . .” by Masha Gessen. I will have to actually print off a copy of the Fusion GPS testimony.

There is fun stuff on my Kindle now so I do not have to drag that research library around with me “The Star Treader” by Clark Aston Smith, Robert E. Howard’s complete works, and Lovecraft. Not that I travel much these days, but packing will be easy.

There is even some Crowley, “The Book of Lies” and “The Book of the Law”. I donated my copy of the “Law” to a law Library many years ago; I thought it was funny at the time. Somehow my book of lies disappeared. Aleister is not my base line as far as working with the rituals of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, I prefer Mathers. I have never had a chat with Aiwass. It was not until I read “Agent 666” that I finally came to grips with how Crowley be bopped around the world. He probably had that extra cash from the Ministry.

All in all folks, Kindles are a really useful research and reading tool. I have discovered you can highlight a word, and it looks it up in the dictionary for you. I use to have to break out the dictionary all the time. True, I will still have to look in the OED when I want to find out origins, at least I think I will, it may be on Kindle.

I hope the New Year is shaping up for everybody.

Stress Meme

Sessions Meme

Back when I use to catalog books for a living in the 80s, somebody in my area had a coffee mug on their desk which had this meme on it: “Stress . . . The confusion created when one’s mind overrides the body’s basic desire to choke the living shit out of some asshole who desperately deserves it.”

The last year’s horror show of hidden oligarchic-creatures running amok in the world without check or balance has been causing that constant fight or flee response. I cannot imagine why.

 

 

 

 

The Peter Principal

Memory is sometimes like lightning flashes on the horizon many miles away, but with memories, the miles are years. They are little bursts of light in the darkness.

It has been a tough year with all the chaos caused by the Trump Administration. Anybody who has watched Donald Trump bubble up from the melting pot of America over the last thirty years probably remembers “The Peter Principle” a book that was published back in 1969. It became a meme for the following decade. Stated simply it goes: “In a hierarchical system, a person rises to their level of Incompetence.” There are caveats, but it is a nice observation of how humans work their way up in management. It is well worth taking a look at.

Somethings just jog a person’s memory, i.g.:

Trump Meme