Mesa Verde

The Mesa Verde sequence in Sergio Leone's Giu La Testa (1971) is the greatest cinematic depiction of the phenonoma of disappointment of which I am currently aware. Juan arrives in Mesa Verde expecting lots of lovely gold but instead finds a city full of soldiers brutally repressing a peasant uprising.

Some of us know this feeling. We have arrived in what is recogniably the future - the computer in every home, the 20-lane motorway and the instant connections but it is a world as full of suffering as it ever was. We curl up in our possessions, our prejudices and our peccaddillos (sp?) unwilling and unable to imagine what collective dignity would actually be like. We might not even like it! I like being a bitter crazed loner , I know no other way to live but in all honesty I'm a complete dinosaur and I'm sure human beings can do a lot better. If not human beings, then Donkeys. Always liked Donkeys, who doesn't? Some too much apparently.

ASAP's Fables: More of an emphasis on punctuality than morality.
I'm claiming that. I just made that up. It's even better than 'It's the minotaur that spoils it for everyone else.' Never found the right feed-line for that.

There's A new Half-Man Half Biscuit album!

Anyone who talks like a pirate on 'talk like a pirate day' should be keel-hauled.

By the way, the computers and the 20 lane motorway are going to stop running within 10 years. The instant connection will be severed forever. The EMP weapons will only be the start of it. It all goes within 10 years unless somebody steps in and stops him !  Help us !

Back to Black

Yeh. They're back. I'm back. We're all back. Back for one last look? Who can tell?

When this object appeared outside a building in a major English city, amazingly nobody took any notice. When I first saw it, all I could think of was the opening bars of Also Sprach Zarathustra and I even commented to the security guard as I entered that he'd have to watch out for monkeys bashing each other with bones. He looked at me with utter bewilderment at this. As it turned out he'd never seen 2001 A Space Odyssey  so I was just wasting my time explaining to him that we may be on the brink of our next great evolutionary leap.

The object is not, of course, a benevolent Monolith from Jupiter and/or the next dimension up/along (the terms are meaningless). No it's actually Elegabalus, the exterrestrial intelligence worshipped as a deity in the near-East a couple of thousand years ago, or at least part of it, seemingly parked outside a building containing several financial bodies. Make of this what you will.

It's still there now, or at least appears to be. Such is the effect that Elegabalus has on localised space-time that human visual perception is unable to differentiate between the millionth of a second that Elegabalus actually materialised in that locality and what could be many years. How this could occur is a great mystery and has something to do with the fourth dimension. As we are unable to percieve this dimension all we have to extrapolate from are these 'solid illusions' that may be analogous to 2D shadows cast by 3D objects.

The other thing Elagabalus does is make men dress up as women. Famously he did this to a Roman Emperor, the ill-fated  Severan Varius Avitus Bassianus. Was this the God's price for helping the elder Severus reunite the Empire? How much else of human affairs has it conrolled? Is this Fourth-dimensional entity just a bit kinky? 

We're all a bit kinky. Look at me...A very minor myopic sauropod deity currently personified as a pseudo-socialist human king in hiding, with a penchant for a fictional pink dog-thing, who will, as I have clearly stated, never be forgotten. Just like everybody else.

It's a dark time here on this bit of this planet. Important events have been coming so thick and fast this year that its been impossible to deal with them all and keep reporting them here to the edge of chaos and eternity that this little blog represents. There seems little point trying to recap it all save to say that we will endure no matter what. The future is merely the germ in the seed in the fruit we carry and as long as we keep walking foward, we'll pass through this barren place to get to where clear rivers flow and the birds are singing sweetly between the rainbows. Believe my little ones! Believe my comforting lies!