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Something I was working on last night.

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Santa Klaus

The World Economic Forum’s Klaus SSchwab has just released his 2023 Christmas single, a whimsical number called All I Want for Christmas is Obedience. Nostalgic for the golden days of vinyl as record lover Klaus always is, the single also has a b-side - which some are saying may have more substance, but perhaps yes, may possess less commercial appeal for the masses - and it goes under the title of I Want to Hack Into Your Charming Little Brain and Control You, My Love.

Abstract Not Abstract

 

“Did you go the exhibition of Old Masters works there last week?”

“Oh no, that wouldn’t be my thing at all.”

“I thought you were big into art?”

“Only modern art, and preferably non-representational art.”

“Oh. That seems very strange or narrow to me.”

“Substitute sophisticated for narrow and you’ll be closer to the mark.”

“What do you think of this painting here?”

“This one above? That’s excellent. Who is it by?”

“Well it’s part of the upper left section of this painting below, Burial of Saint Lucia by Caravaggio.”

Costa del Brainwashing

 Someone sent me this link yesterday of a piece on Ireland’s national broadcasting   brainwashing agency, RTE, in action, pushing very, very, very hard a climate catastrophe agenda. Weird seeing how the cautionary ‘fictional’ vision of something like Brave New World playing out as reality in front of one. 

Michelangelo Antonioni, China, ‘Fascist’

 I recently watched a documentary on Michelangelo Antonioni, the Italian filmmaker best known for 1960s films like l’Avventura, L’Eclisse and Blowup. These films have an absolute integrity to Antonioni’s artistic sense, can be deep and poetic, visually rather than narratively focused, but also to be honest contain at times for me very tedious passages. They typically embody both an ennui or emptiness at the heart of Western society, not overtly portrayed or discussed but silently portrayed in the lives of its generally beautiful, quite well-off lead characters, like Monica Vitti; but also at the very edges of all this is, very much unspoken, a sense of the spiritual whose very absence in the modern Western world, is the cause of this emptiness, and towards which there is some almost wholly unarticulated, or barely even sensed, yearning. In embodying this spirit of emptiness, this lack of dynamism, though as a consequence the result can be that the films themselves, are heavy with this spirit of ennui; Passenger with Jack Nicholson from the 1970s a strong example of this.

So anyway, I think it fair to say that regardless of how much his work resonates with one, there’s possibly no well known director of the West who could be less claimed to be a product or slave of the system than Antonioni. To add, by contrast the very purpose and heart of totalitarian ‘art’ is always propaganda, and where the heroes of fascism or communism are all-conquering superheroes, certain of truth, embodying good and defeating evil, and thus incarnating in themselves the very essence of the State itself - which of course is the very highest good. The films intentionally target the big emotions and adrenaline of the viewer, full of action and excitement, with, to add, the modern Hollywood mania for superhero films very much in this tradition and of this ethos. And tinkering about with, for example, the gender makeup of the superheroes is itself specifically an ideological motivation, rather than in any sense an undercutting or breaking free of the this propagandist essence. 

In 1972 Antonioni was commissioned by the Chinese Communist government to do a documentary on life there, which he accepted. Perhaps they asked him because they had the idea of him as either apolitical or at heart inimical towards ‘degenerate’ Western values. Or perhaps someone there knew of his earlier documentary works, focused by contrast to his later films, on the lives of the Italian poor. The resulting documentary Cino can be seen on YouTube. I’ve seen only some of it, and it seems to focus on facets of ordinary life, on finding the deeper spirit of the people, and as usual with Antonioni without dogmatically forcing any opinions on the viewer. At first his documentary on viewing was accepted by the Chinese Communist Party apparatus - and which was probably a condition of his commission - but later after its release, perhaps due to internal politics and personality clashes within the Party, there was a major sea-change in attitudes to the documentary, and in the official proclamations about Antonioni it was declared that:

“Inspired by a vicious motive, by underhand and utterly despicable means, Antonioni hunted specifically for material that could be used to slander and attack China. [This is the work of] an extremely reactionary and despicable fascist.”

As shown, there has likely been no director in the West who less fits the criteria of a fascist propagandist than Antonioni, but this was of course irrelevant to his accusers. Antonioni responded that he had fought in the Resistance during World War 2, and was condemned to death, in his personal absence, by the fascists under Mussolini. True though this was, though maybe at times it may be unavoidable, one should be very slow to go on the defensive against these kinds of people - which is to accept in some sense the legitimacy of the position from which they attack, and against which one then seeks to defend and justify oneself. Instead if at all feasible it is they and their truthlessness that should be attacked and exposed. 

So Antonioni was felt now to be on the wrong side of the good/evil divide in the dynamic where no opposition is permitted and where one must overtly serve the establishment, and so he was now a legitimate target for the ruthless mechanism of cancel culture. Any felt threat is absolutely demonised,  and thus the catch-all accusation of his being a fascist, and which should generally tell one far more about the nature and motivation of the accuser than the accused. And being declared to be a fascist, or some such slur, by these kinds of forces should very likely be considered more a badge of honour than one of shame, it signifying that you are now a felt threat to their paranoiac, totalitarian lusts.

Union

 “the unconfused union and conjunction of soul and body constitutes, when maintained in harmony, a single reality... When not harmonious, there is a civil war in which each side desires victory.”

-- Nikitas Stithatos

Wound

 Children’s aesthetic sense is a deep half-animal feeling and when it is outraged it leaves a wound behind it that never quite heals up.

John Cowper Powys, Weymouth Sands

InK

 

Some extremely quick thing from a while back.

Out of All the Impressions

  Out of all the impressions that had crowded up in her in the last few hours since she had stood on the deck in the harbour watching the drifting foam, the deepest was the one that it was hardest for her to analyse or define. It had to do with the personality of the man called the Jobber. She had never felt about any man - or indeed any human being - this curious disturbance of her inmost reserve. It was as if some hidden self, hardly known to her own consciousness, had at last found its recognition, its defence, its security, its refuge.

John Cowper Powys, Weymouth Sands.

Slightly Slow

Slightly slow to the party, Fake News Shitstorm have just revealed their instalment of the sacred tradition that is the assault on the Christmas charts: Won’t You Come and Live in Our Brainwashed Fantasy Land - You’ll Never Want to Leave! (Please Don’t Ever Leave). 

The song features trumpets, bassoon and sampled cowbells. It is said to be “upbeat but also downbeat.”

Wavers

If in the ring during a fight a boxer loses focus his attention wavers and and his mind starts to wander, what’s going to happen? 

He’ll get hit. And probably pretty hard.

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Winter Waves

 ‘Drawing away her eyes with a sigh from the warm lamp-lit squares of human comfort presented by these small houses, every one of which she felt to be a world of homely drama from which in her loneliness she was excluded, the girl stared down again upon the blurb and blotches of floating spray which showed like streaked marble now in their wayward outlines as the waves beneath them grew darker and darker. How would anyone know that these waves were winter waves?’

John Cowper Powys, Weymouth Sands, 1934.

Big Tech, Dark Substance

 Posting this very much in relation to the theme of the last post.

Pizzagate “Debunking” Journalist Arrested for Raping Toddlers

 

The video is likely to be removed, but here it is for now. Pizzagate, in case you didn’t know, with its allegations of pedophilia rings servicing some of the ‘elite’ members of society, was of course debunked by serious investigative journalists like this guy, who coincidentally has just been arrested for multiple allegations of child rape. 

Final Words

A modern general, reassuringly advanced in thought and at one with the times, stands before his troops in the grave moment before they are sent into an arena that promises, as they are all all too aware, near certain death. He nods introspectively, then raises his somber eyes toward them and utters his final words before the fatal hour:

“Stay safe everybody!”

White Houses

 

By Maurice de Vlaminck (1876-1958).

Young

Neil Young, one of the leading figures of Rockstars Against Freedom, has recorded a new version of his famous anthem Rockin’ in the Free World, with the tune remaining the same but with the main line now altered to Silence All Dissidents. Young is hopeful this new version will shine a light in the darkness, and hopefully have a special place of resonance in the hearts and minds of the youth of today,

Sweatshops

Quick idea that just came to me: Ideological sweatshops - intellectually inclined but impoverished youths in various parts of Asia kept chained up in sweatshops, subjected to incessant stresses like bullying, food and sleep deprivation, lack of daylight, etc. And after weeks of this when resistance has been overcome and their personalities  sufficiently broken down, from the ashes and bloodshot remains of their minds they start to come out with terms like non-binary and various inane and deranged ideologies; and then these creations are imported to the West and consumed by unfortunate idiots.

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Unseen Warfare

 This below taken from this site, Unseen Warfare

“Once the holy fathers of the Egyptian Skete were talking prophetically about the last generation. ‘What have we done?’ they said. One of them, the great Abba Ischyrion replied: ‘We have carried out the Commandments of God.’ They asked him: ‘And what will those who come after us do?’ Abba replied: ‘They will do half as much as we have done.’ They again asked him: ‘And what will those who come after them do?’ Abba Ischyrion replied: ‘They will not have any monastic activity whatever, but they will be permitted to have troubles and afflictions, and those of them who persevere will be superior to us and our fathers.’”

-- St. Ignatius Brianchaninov

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Part of something I did recently.

Strike

I received this email from Orthodox Ethos, an Orthodox channel, who amongst other things are also prolific book publishers under the name Uncut Mountain Press:

Attention!

Due to ongoing censorship on Youtube, The Orthodox Ethos received a strike on their channel for discussing the covid vaccine during a question from a viewer. They are forbidden from livestreaming videos for one week

………………….…….

Ah fascism: the seamless and heartwarming union of Big Government and  Big Business - Big Business here represented by the ethically and intellectually perfect duo  of Big Pharma and Big Tech. Together these forces are protecting democracy from its enemies.

 The meaning of words though, as we all know, has now become quite flexible, and it is possible that ‘democracy’ is now identifying as something a bit different from what it used to. I’m not sure but I think maybe fascism now identifies as democracy and vice versa - I’d have to look it up though.

And to add, since Youtube is owned by Google, then of course the same attempts to edit reality are applied with great enthusiasm to the parameters of that search engine.

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Not that it’s finished yet, but the current state of something I posted a photo of a couple of days ago after meanwhile working on it a bit.

Percy

Deep State Cabal are of course far from the only ones eyeing a Christmas smash hit, and it seems there’s also no stopping Rockstars Against Freedom on the activity front. And so with their reinvigorated taste for relevancy, fame and noble desire to contribute to the cause, their soon to be unveiled Christmas effort is a slightly modified cover of Percy Sledge’s 1960s hit, When a Man Loves a Woman, now re-imagined as When a Man Is a Woman. 

Rolling Stone magazine, though admitting they haven’t as yet heard the recording, have called the song, “perhaps the most beautiful and enlightened Happy Holiday gift humankind has ever received”, whilst Pope Francis has not been slow in granting the song an official papal blessing. “Together we can make it to the other side of truth,” he added.

The rockstars are said to be very proud of their efforts.

World War Three

Deep State Cabal have just recorded their attempt on this year’s Christmas charts, and which battle for No. 1 should prove very exciting. Their single is called World War Three, and the opening lyrics below:

Would you like to have World War Three

Would it be nice for you and me

As we gaze out from the Christmas tree

I think it could be lovely.

moRe fIgurEs

 

Something from a couple of days ago I must try and finish.

Moist

George Soros, the oldest man in the world, has a new autobiography instalment out called Satan Will Reward Me For My Obedience (Things Are Good Now but I Can’t Wait for the Real Payoff). Hilary Clinton has described the book as “inspirational and educational”, Bill Clinton has called it “a real turn-on”, while Tony Blair, speaking in an official capacity on behalf of the EU, has called it “moist.” Not sure what that’s supposed to imply but it sounds really cool.

order

 

Something I’m working on tonight. The main core of this gets made very quickly, in a minute or two, and at its best, very interesting things happen with the conscious mind not at all at the wheel of things. On the other hand though, the far greater likelihood is crap gets made very quickly. The trickiest result though is when you feel there’s deep things going on, and maybe you can somehow unify it into a desirable order, but this is an awful lot easier said than done! Partly also, because given the nature of these kind of things, the nature of that finished order may be far from obvious, never mind being technically able to achieve it. So sometimes you get somewhere, and other times you don’t - but I suppose without the effort you wouldn’t find out either way.

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Not that I consider this as something which really came together into a proper piece, but here it is anyway, something from a few nights ago. 

If I Ever Say Anything Wrong

Rockstars Against Freedom are on the march again, and while their attempts to be cool and relevant may be a little let’s say embarrassing, only the hardest of hearts could deny that there isn’t something a touch endearing about their efforts to be in sync with the current and currency of the times. So anyway, their newest musical effort, If I Ever Say Anything Wrong was aired last night on ‘MTV Narcissist Drivetime’, and some of the lyrics, as far as I could catch them, are reproduced below:

If I ever say anything wrong

I want you to cancel me as fast as you can

And a little bit later

Oh yeah just a little later

There can be a celebration

For my successful re-education!

Just cos I may be a little bit old

Doesn’t mean I can’t do what I’m told

And I don’t think I could live

No, I could not live

Without the embrace of your love

(Chorus)

If I ever say anything wrong

I want you to cancel me as fast as you can

(Bongo solo)

Relevant

I wanna stay relevant

Forever

And I don’t want to have to rely on anyone else

I wanna learn how to cancel myself

Oh baby

Wounded by Love, Saint Porphyrios

Just a quick book recommendation, compiled from the talks and reminiscences of Saint Porphyrios who died in 1991, and one of the major Greek Orthodox ascetic figures of the 20th century.

Almost Cut My Hair

Quick on the heels of new project, Rock Stars Against Freedom, and their re-interpretation of Neil Young’s song Helpless, re-imagined as Gutless, is a second song, which is another re-imagining of an old classic, again with a Neil Young connection, this time Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young’s 1970 hippie anthem of defiance, Almost Cut My Hair, which has now become Almost Didn’t Get My Booster Shot.

*Actually, stepping away from satire, I’ve just looked up that song Almost Cut My Hair, which involves standing strong in attitude against the oppression of the establishment - as demonstrated by not getting a haircut - and to be honest the only words from it I consciously knew were the title itself, but I see now it’s actually uncanny how fitting it is for my purpose.

If you remember, 60s icons like Neil “Rockin’ in the Free World” Young and Joni Mitchell demanded Spotify remove Joe Rogan from its platform in protest of his speaking to genuine medical experts like Robert Malone, who had very different things to say about lockdowns, forced vaccines, and how safe and effective these unproven “vaccines” were.  Oh my God! Misinformation! Shut him down! He’s going to get us all killed! 

So when Spotify stuck with Joe Rogan and the little bit of free speech still doing the rounds, Neil Young and Joni Mitchell, obediently at one in ethos with the establishment and also presumably obediently terrified of death, removed their music from the platform in protest of said free speech. 

So anyway, the actual lyrics below to Almost Cut My Hair:

Almost cut my hair 

Happened just the other day 
It's gettin' kind of long 
I could've said it was in my way

But I didn't and I wonder why 
I feel like letting my freak flag fly 
And I feel like I owe it, yeah ... to someone, yeah

Well, must be because I had the flu this Christmas 
Oh, yeah and I'm not feeling up to par 
Oh, I tell you baby this increases my paranoia 
Yeah, like looking in my mirror and seeing a police car

Well, well, I'm not, I'm not giving in an inch to fear 
Well, you know I've promised myself this year 
Well, I feel oh, like I owe it, I owe, I owe it to someone 
Oh ... like I owe it to someone

. . . Separate the wheat from some chaff 
Oh, and I feel ... 
Like I owe it, yeah ... to someone

So just cos he had the flu didn’t mean he was going to give in an inch to fear. That’s the attitude. The wheat was going to get separated from the chaff, with the wheat standing strong and, consumed with said fear,  the chaff bowing down. And this below from Joni Mitchell’s Woodstock:

I came upon a child of God

He was walking along the road
And I asked him where are you going
And this he told me
I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm *
I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band
I'm going to camp out on the land
I'm going to try an' get my soul free 

We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

So beautiful. This fearless child of God. There’s nothing higher than spirit. Except maybe complete faith in government coercion and endless fear for the demise of the physical body - which of course, however much fear it tries to defend itself with, is going to die regardless. So there had been a slight shift from the sentiment of Timothy Leary’s 60s mantra of “Turn on, tune in drop out” towards an attitude of more, “Turn on the mainstream media, tune in, bow down.” By contrast, I don’t think Van Morrison ever made too much self-eulogising noise about flying his freak flag, but here was his response when the pressure came on hard and the relentless propaganda of fear and coercion was pouring out:

 No more lockdown 

No more government overreach 
No more fascist police 
Disturbing our peace

No more taking our freedom 
And our God-given rights 
Pretending it's for our safety 
When it's really to enslave

Who's running our country? 
Who's running our world? 
Examine it closely 
And watch it unfurl

No more lockdown 
No more threats 
No more Imperial College scientists makin' up crooked facts

No more lockdown 
No more pulling the wool over our eyes 
No more celebrities tellin' us 
Tellin' us what wе're supposed to feel 
No more status quo 
Put your shouldеr to the wind

And in another song, Where Have all the Rebels Gone he said about these supposed rebels and their spirit, or absence of, now when it really mattered:

Where's the spirit, where's the soul? 
Where have all the rebels gone?

Why don't they come out of the woodwork now? 
One for the money, two for the show 
It's not very rock and roll 
Where have all the rebels gone?

Where have all the rebels gone? 
Waitin' for someone else to make a move 
Why are they sittin' on the fence? 
Well, it's some kind of pretence 
They're not sayin' much at all 
Where have all the rebels gone?

Were they really all that tough? 
Or was it just a PR stunt? 
One for the money, two for the show 
Where have all the rebels gone?

I can't find anyone 
Where have all the rebels gone? 
I can't find, no not one 
Bravo

So the wheat really did get separated from the chaff. Just a reminder, in the wake of the relentless apocalyptic fear-mongering that had those tuning into it paranoid and terrified, of my own idea for a song: Why Didn’t Covid Wipe Out the Homeless?