Hello! It's been a while since I've written in this little box. I have a new thing to waste time on now. It's for my own photos only (I'll still use this as a scrap book.)
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Brave New Nineteen Eighty-Four.
Wrightwood. Cal.
21 October, 1949
Dear Mr. Orwell,
It was very kind of you to tell your publishers to send me a copy of your book. It arrived as I was in the midst of a piece of work that required much reading and consulting of references; and since poor sight makes it necessary for me to ration my reading, I had to wait a long time before being able to embark on Nineteen Eighty-Four.
Agreeing with all that the critics have written of it, I need not tell you, yet once more, how fine and how profoundly important the book is. May I speak instead of the thing with which the book deals — the ultimate revolution? The first hints of a philosophy of the ultimate revolution — the revolution which lies beyond politics and economics, and which aims at total subversion of the individual's psychology and physiology — are to be found in the Marquis de Sade, who regarded himself as the continuator, the consummator, of Robespierre and Babeuf. The philosophy of the ruling minority in Nineteen Eighty-Four is a sadism which has been carried to its logical conclusion by going beyond sex and denying it. Whether in actual fact the policy of the boot-on-the-face can go on indefinitely seems doubtful. My own belief is that the ruling oligarchy will find less arduous and wasteful ways of governing and of satisfying its lust for power, and these ways will resemble those which I described in Brave New World. I have had occasion recently to look into the history of animal magnetism and hypnotism, and have been greatly struck by the way in which, for a hundred and fifty years, the world has refused to take serious cognizance of the discoveries of Mesmer, Braid, Esdaile, and the rest.
Partly because of the prevailing materialism and partly because of prevailing respectability, nineteenth-century philosophers and men of science were not willing to investigate the odder facts of psychology for practical men, such as politicians, soldiers and policemen, to apply in the field of government. Thanks to the voluntary ignorance of our fathers, the advent of the ultimate revolution was delayed for five or six generations. Another lucky accident was Freud's inability to hypnotize successfully and his consequent disparagement of hypnotism. This delayed the general application of hypnotism to psychiatry for at least forty years. But now psycho-analysis is being combined with hypnosis; and hypnosis has been made easy and indefinitely extensible through the use of barbiturates, which induce a hypnoid and suggestible state in even the most recalcitrant subjects.
Within the next generation I believe that the world's rulers will discover that infant conditioning and narco-hypnosis are more efficient, as instruments of government, than clubs and prisons, and that the lust for power can be just as completely satisfied by suggesting people into loving their servitude as by flogging and kicking them into obedience. In other words, I feel that the nightmare of Nineteen Eighty-Four is destined to modulate into the nightmare of a world having more resemblance to that which I imagined in Brave New World. The change will be brought about as a result of a felt need for increased efficiency. Meanwhile, of course, there may be a large scale biological and atomic war — in which case we shall have nightmares of other and scarcely imaginable kinds.
Thank you once again for the book.
Yours sincerely,
Aldous Huxley
Sunday, February 12, 2012
"Hafiz, a Sufi poet, expressed in poetry love for the divine, and the intoxicating oneness of union with it. Hafiz, along with many Sufi masters, uses wine as the symbol for love. The intoxication that results from both is why it is such a fitting comparison. Hafiz spoke out about the hypocrisy and deceit that exists in society, and was more outspoken in pointing this out than many poets similar to him."
Saturday, February 11, 2012
❝ Love in action is always about service, what we do to enhance spiritual growth. A focus on individual reflection, contemplation, and therapeutic dialogue is vital to healing. But it is not the only way to recover ourselves. Serving others is as fruitful a path to the heart as any other therapeutic practice. To truly serve, we must always empty the ego so that space can exist for us to recognise the needs of others and be capable for fulfilling them. The greater our compassion the more aware we are of ways to extend ourselves to others that make healing possible. ❞
Bell Hooks, All About Love: New Visions
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Mouth Tooth align themselves aptly with the freak folk movement. Hailing from, and still connected to seven piece Melbourne outfit Red Berry Plum, this duo made up of Rhys Mitchell and Max Turner have stepped aside to create some beautiful acoustic songs with vivid, surrealistic lyrics and idiosyncratic arrangements. We see their new focus deployed on Rhys' gorgeous vibrato and melodic skills with heavenly harmonies and instrumental accompaniment provided by Max. Mouth Tooth's music is often charmingly childlike with big doses of neo-hippie whimsy and is guaranteed to swoon you within an inch of your eyelashes.
http://mouthtooth.bandcamp.com/
http://mouthtooth.bandcamp.com/
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
...a blessed unrest
"There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable it is nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive."
~Martha Graham to Agnes de Mille.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
George Harrison: Living in the Material World.
"George himself is no mystery. But the mystery inside George is immense."
-John Lennon
Do not miss this film.
I do wonder whether or not you have to be a fan to really appreciate Martin Scorsese's extensive re- telling of the life and times of George Harrison because I am and so are my housemates who I saw the film with and each of us were absolutely goddamn blown away by it. It really is the most satisfying, dense music documentary I've ever seen.
Living In The Material World is an elegant and tenacious three-and-a-half hour examination that goes far beyond mere rock-doc hagiography and becomes a rich and absorbing personal odyssey, ultimately revealing itself as an epic, multi-layered love story – that of a man and his music, his famous bandmates, his many and varied friends, his women and, most significantly, his yearning to answer life's big questions.
More assembled than directed of course, Scorsese takes us through the highs and occasional lows of the man's life so perfectly that the near four-hour viewing time feels like it could go on forever ever and you (or I...) would still be rapt with attention. The film starts with a typically humorous, modest and elusive appearance by George seen between the flowers in his massive garden at Friar's Park, Harrison's incredible mansion. From there you are taken on a linear journey dwelling on most of the major events in his life. There was much archive photography and video footage which none of us had seen before (and we've looked!) and the interviewees were an amazing and essential part of the entire film. With key figures including Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr (his stories are among the best) Tom Petty and Terry Gilliam, Scorsese sets out to cherish and rediscover that special something in Harrison's music and his gentle, self-deprecating, otherworldly personality. Part I covers Harrison's life up till the dissolution of The Beatles in 1970. Part II, which is, in many ways, the livelier and more revelatory section, traces Harrison's emergence as a solo artist and bookmarks the key historical moments: his rousing success with All Things Must Pass, pays tribute to Harrison as the inventor of the benefit gig with his 1971 Bangladesh concert, the Travelling Wilbury's and also as a film producer and backer of HandMade Films, and the man without whom Life of Brian and Withnail and I would not exist. The shock appearance of a now incarcerated Phil Spector, looking ridiculous in his "wig of the day" is controversial and prompted gales of laughter amongst most of the audience at Nova however he was actually surprisingly lucid.
As we near the tenth anniversary of George's untimely death, which in itself is quite unbelievable, I believe that this film is the perfect telling of his unfashionable (and I don't mean in the clothing sense... he looks INCREDIBLE), unpretentious need for a spiritual purpose in his music and his life and suggests that alone in the Beatles, and perhaps alone in pop's premier league, Harrison, first and foremost was an authentic spiritual figure. Guitarist, follower, leader, student, teacher, songwriter, sitar player, multi-millionaire, mystic, gardener, race car enthusiast, film producer – George Harrison was all of these things and more, a true original in a band of true originals.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
❝ There are no real boundaries, atomic or other, between self and not-self; it is all heat and intention. A ripple expands, becomes multi-dimensionally sensate, sprouts amoeboid rivulets, vibrates in feelers across a room, anastomoses through a house and out walls, then radiates with growing confidence beyond the city like a psychic octopus, an octoblob extending fractal arms along each tendril to a tingly pod, traveling, reaching, always following sensation, always in touch, across the stars and into their worlds. What initially felt like a faint fluctuating trickle or a muffled pulse becomes exponentially more penetrating than a radio telescope, more precise than a cyclotron, stickier than electromagnetism and more seminal than an atomic bomb. On Earth we have not begun to tap sentient potential. ❞
-Richard Grossinger
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
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