Good or bad

Good or bad, something quick I did.

Exploded

 “If the sun exploded, what would you do about it?”

“What would I do about it?”

“Yeah, what would you do to fix it?”

“To fix it!? Who the hell do you think I am?! What the hell could I do to fix it?!”

“That’s a very defeatist attitude, if you don’t mind my saying so. Whatever the situation, there’s always something we can do.”

“I think whatever culture you’ve been immersing yourself in has infused you with some very strange notions.”

More Dialogue

The dialogue from another scene from the screenplay I’m writing below. To emphasise this is for an as yet unmade film.

“The man’s a bloody fool if you ask me”

“A fool? Nobody - man or woman - in this college knows more about thermodynamics than he does.”

“But what does he know about 19th century French poetry?”

“I don’t know if he knows anything about it.”

“And that is my point exactly.”

“Yes. I see what you mean.”

“Finally.”

garden, late

 

wall, sky

Attain

The entertainment industrial complex of course never sleeps and word of the newest projected Corporate Whore outpouring has just surfaced, which has a working title of Corporate Whores Attain Nirvana.

Oxidised

 I’ve been writing a screenplay for an as yet unmade film, and below is an extract from one of the key scenes:

“The whole damn thing is oxidised!”

“Oxidised?! Are you sure?”

“Look at it!”

“How the devil did that happen?!”

“How the bloody hell should I know!”

It’s quite an intense exchange.

Wine

A man was invited to a party, and so there he went bringing with him a really excellent wine. Upon arriving he was greeted and was asked to pour the wine into a bucket along with all the wines other guests had brought along also. However he shocked everyone by declining, and so he instead he left.

Leave

 

I don’t know whether I’ll leave this quick piece as is or add it to it - and take the chance of ruining it - but here it is anyway.

Sumi e colour

 

Allegiance

“If you knew for certain you were about to die in the next couple of minutes, would you give your allegiance to God or to the world?”

“Oh the world of course. I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of the world.”

Exercise

 

I suppose something of a throwaway exercise with colour.

Pure

 Musical news, and Countercultural Icons of Humanity have a new song recorded and primed for global release: Until Donald Trump Came Along All Politicians Were Pure and Beautiful (If the System Ain’t Broke, Don’t Fix It).

The b side is Taking Down the System.

Phrase (Or Expression)

“Do you have a favourite phrase or expression? I’ll tell you my one.”

“Your favourite phrase?”

“Or expression.”

“Go on.”

“‘It’s my way or the highway.’”

“You like that one?”

“It speaks to me.”

“Do you use it often?”

“On average, several times a day.”

“Good man.”

“The more I use it the more I like it.”

Rules

“You know what I think about rules? Rules are there to be broken.”

“Are you sure? I thought the whole point of rules is that they’re not broken. They might as well not be there at all if they’re there to be broken.”

“Oh. I didn’t think of that.”

Credence

I’m not sure how much credence to afford rumours that have just emerged from the entertainment industrial complex, but people are saying - and not just any people - that the next emanation from the Corporate Whore franchise will be a series titled Corporate Whores Dissolve into the Mists of Eternity.

The idea of anyone, and particularly corporate whores in the entertainment industry, wishing to leave this heavenly realm and dissolve into some eternal mists does strike a jarring note, and so I believe it is wise to be sceptical about the truth of this alleged series until it does achieve tangible and undeniable form in this real world.

Clothes

“Imagine if you didn’t think or know that clothes could be washed.”

“What do you mean?”

“What kind of a state would they end up in?”

Sumi-e a and b

 

This is a very light Japanese paper, and so if the ink is on quite dense, it comes through on the reverse of the paper, and so sometimes I end up then working on the reverse side with maybe some pastel, more ink or whatever. The reverse side may be easier to work with but then one can also end up with going from one side to the other and not knowing which one I prefer or is worth more focusing on!

Maybe a more interesting or more striking example of this below:

Betrayal, Sherpas

A rare slice of disappointing news from the entertainment industrial complex where upcoming series Corporate Whores Piggyback Up Mount Everest has been shelved for now due to resistance from what the show’s producers believe to be native far-right elements. The show is built around the concept of some of our favourite corporate whores heroically ascending Mount Everest atop the shoulders of local Sherpa guides, each whore bravely carrying a rainbow flag, all of which are to be planted in the shape of an inverted pentagram at the summit of the mountain. 

All was going as planned until the guides began to complain of extreme fatigue and the impossibility of continuing on in this manner up the justifiably famous slopes. To the astonishment of the tv crew, the Sherpas requested the corporate whores do some of the climbing on their own steam, as it were, but this would of course have defeated the whole concept of the programme.

Whatever the precise nature of the extremist politics provoking them however, the fascist guides (we’ll agree to call them fascist) simply wouldn’t listen to reason, and in an unparalleled act of betrayal of the most basic laws of entertainment, they dumped the living icons in the snow and ruthlessly set off back down the mountain. We needn’t mention the risk to life the unhinged guides caused to the crew, but we are at least able to relate that no lives were lost after the crew were successfully airlifted from the slopes over the following half hour. They may have been traumatised, but at least they were safe.

Barack Obama offered ‘to pull some strings’ so as to sanction a series of drone strikes on the relevant Sherpas’ villages, both as an act of justifiable retaliation but also so as to show the world we will not bow down to the extremists. It is not yet known however whether this has yet been acted upon or not.

As something of an aside, Woke Pope Francis is said to be very eager for the show to be completed and broadcast, thus providing much needed solace to suffering humanity in the long winter nights ahead.

Domain

“If you fall into a domain of thieves, you should probably expect to be robbed, not that you’ll become their master.”

“Speak for yourself.”

“I will.”

Relevant

“Is it possible to be relevant without in truth being deeply irrelevant.”

“I don’t know. What do you mean?”

“It would take too long to explain. Though if I put relevant in inverted commas, it might make things a little clearer. I could maybe say, ‘To be “relevant” is to be irrelevant.’”

Might

 

Something I might or might not manage to sort out into a finished piece.

Babylonian Ethos: Human Trafficking, Big Pharma and Killing for Profit

Here Orthodox priest Fr Peter Heers, talks of big issues of the day, and the substance of which up till very recently would probably have meant the video not lasting very long on the Google owned YouTube.

The main person he uses in this series of lectures on the Book of Revelation is the Greek priest Fr Athanasios Mitilinaios’ talks from the early 1980s, and one quote from him from 1983, and with unparalleled resonance in our day, is: 

The monetary power of these corporations is such that it is not so difficult to adulterate a medicine or market is before adequate testing, only to find out the adverse effects of their merchandise and number of years later.

Not to Be Outdone

Never ones to rest on their considerable laurels and not to be outdone by their former bandmates, Rockstars Against Freedom, Countercultural Icons of Humanity have just recorded a new song which the cutting edge posse over at Rolling Stone magazine are describing as “a love song to the common people.” 

The song is called Put a Mask on Your Face and Shut the Hell Up. 

Only

Rockstars Against Freedom are about to release a new song: Only the Unvaxxed Die Young. 

The b side is Me and Big Pharma Are Like This.

And in a truly revolutionary move there is even a c side, which is a slightly modified cover of John Lennon’s  biting song, Gimme Some Truth, now titled I Get All the Truth I Need from the Mainstream Media, Thank You Very Much.

Colour

 

Not finished yet, but as is now.

Protect and Serve

In tandem with the newest upcoming emanation from the Corporate Whore franchise, Corporate Whores Fight the System, is a second series to be shown on alternate days to the above, this one titled: Corporate Whores Protect Democracy. 

A prominent bourgeois academic occasionally contributes soundbites of philosophical wisdom for our mutual edification within this series, one of which utterances we are proud to repeat here: “Cancel culture is perhaps the greatest weapon we possess in the protection of democracy. Ideally through its use we get to cancel all opposition - even contrary thoughts  are forbidden. And thus if all opposition is cancelled, there are no enemies of democracy left. This is simple, beautiful and profound. Even some of the lower intellectual classes ought to be able to grasp this.”

The corporate whores found all this extremely funny, but struggled a bit to understand what it meant.

Vow

 By Julianna Barwick from the album The Magic Place.

Informer

An informer embedded in the very heart of the entertainment industrial complex is adamant that the Corporate Whore franchise are set to unveil their newest outpuring in the coming days: Corporate Whores Fight the System. 

Apparently not all corporate whores involved were initially comfortable with the idea of fighting the system, but when it was explained to them that this is what corporate whores now do, everyone got fully on board with the project.

dots

 

Something I kept working on after this point and didn’t work out, or whatever it might have had going for it it lost.

Not Quite

 If this is to get to a state of completion this isn’t quite it, but this is it for now.

Genuinely

 Countercultural Icons of Humanity, that seminal group that emerged nigh on fully formed from the bowels of the perhaps equally seminal Rockstars Against Freedom, have just released a new song: I Genuinely Had No Idea Communism Would Pay So Well. 

The b side is Imagine if the Plebs Had No Possessions.

The Gatekeeper

[I’m sure this could do with some cleaning up, but whether I’ll feel like that later or not, here it is for now.]

 There was a manor house, the owner, or let’s say lord, of which for now was elsewhere, and guarding the gates to all this was a gatekeeper, whose job of course was to control who got to come in and out - visitors, deliveries, whoever. Along with those who came and were allowed in were quite a few more who came to the gates but were turned away. They only wanted to look around, they wouldn’t stay long  . . . it didn’t matter, they weren’t coming in.

 But they were some annoying and persistent ones who kept turning up, looking to be let in, and unfortunately the gatekeeper, maybe to help pass the time, began to get complacent and even let himself be drawn into conversations with these undesirables lingering at the gates. And in this deepening lack of vigilance and losing the true sense of being a gatekeeper, he one day even dozed off after, fool that he was now himself becoming, he even went so far as to share a drink with these layabouts, and so now, various of these fools climbed the unwatched gates, opened them now from the inside, and they all headed on up the driveway and entered the house. Maybe they had even drugged the gatekeeper’s drink, I don’t know, but on he slept and, however word got out, soon along came worse types, more outright degenerates, and a little later in their turn came worse ones again, who were perhaps simply outright wicked. It was maybe something of an ascending hierarchy that had come along and got in - fools and layabouts, degenerates and the wicked.

And finally when the gatekeeper awoke and came to his senses and saw the opened gates, people wandering up and down the drive, and after rushing up to the house and seeing the bedlam inside, he pleaded and roared at them to leave, got laughed at and fled back in despair to the gates, which to be honest he didn’t now know if they should be kept open or closed. 

His position he realised was hopeless, he was powerless to sort it out himself, and eventually after all kinds of inner tortures he realised he had to call the lord of the manor, admit to the state of affairs and depend on his help if possible to set things right - and which is exactly what transpired. The lord was far more calm and understanding than the gatekeeper had any right to expect, some of his people came along, and the run was put on the undesirables, however frightening they may have appeared, and everything cleared up and restored to order.

 The gatekeeper ashamed and humbled, to to something of his surprise he didn’t lose his role, he wasn’t even particularly talked and given out to, but instead it seems he was trusted to have a deepened sense of his role as gatekeeper to the house and grounds, and how of course vigilance was the key to things.

Incidentally, just to add, the gatekeeper heard word of something very similar happening to another manor house not far away, but in this case the gatekeeper had it seemed, rather than try to rectify the quickly developing madness, joined in with the invaders, and when things were eventually sorted in very like manner to the first situation, there he was found, at one with them, debauched in body and mind, and wherever they ended up, presumably he ended up there too.

Discarded nearly

 

Something I’ve worked on a bit and maybe in the process of salvaging, after thinking it was more something to learn from in future efforts than having any hope in itself.

Self-Realisation

“What have you been up to lately?”

“I’ve been focused on my spiritual advancement.”

“Very interesting. And how has it gohe?”

“I have attained self-realisation.”

“And what realisation have you attained, so to speak?”

“I’ve realised that I’m an idiot.”