Jul 082009
 

Into The Wild är inte direkt en tillfredsställande film. Den rymmer visserligen fantastiska naturvyer och berör viktiga ämnen, men alltför ofta sitter man och skruvar på sig; inför huvudpersonens totala brist på perspektiv och ödmjukhet; inför filmmakarnas hängivna oförmåga att problematisera materialet och gå utanför det givna.

Tonårsupproret blåses här upp till en absurd grad: huvudpersonen lämnar en dag hemmet utan att ta farväl, liftar iväg över Nordamerika för att sedan försvinna i Alaskas vildmark – utan att ens skicka ett vykort till föräldrarna så dom vet att han fortfarande lever.

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En scen minns jag speciellt. Han har svårt att finna mat i det ödsliga Alaska, och halvt svältgalen fäller pojken en älg. Eftersom hans kunskap om slaktandet och tillvaratagandet av vilt sträcker sig till några nedkladdade rader han fick berättade för sig i Texas, så fuckar han processen. Köttet börjar ruttna och äts av maskar, skogens konung är död. “Ett av mitt livs största tragedier”, skriver han i sin lilla pretentiösa dagbok. Visserligen sant. Att stadsortssprätten överhuvudtaget känner sig jämlik med, eller värre, att han tror sig ha rätten att skjuta och äta upp det mest majestätiska av djuren, det har han mage till. (Älgen själv hade säkert något intressant att säga i frågan.)

Detta får mig att tänka på en annan älgskjutning. I dokumentären Gonzo får vi veta något om Hunter S. Thompsons liv. Hans fru var gravid med deras första son, och tyvärr hade de ont om pengar – Hunter försökte försörja dem som frilansjournalist. Men han gillade att jaga, så under hela graviditeten fick frun äta älglever, sallad, mjölk – och inget annat. Detta var trots allt Amerika och det fanns inga rika föräldrar att förlita sig på. När han hade ihjäl älg var det för att nära sin ofödda son. Huvudpersonen i Into The Wild gör samma sak för att nära sitt lyrisk-melankoliska ego. HST framstår för övrigt som långt mer sympatisk då han under hela sin livstid framställde sig som ett Freak, en droggalning, vapenfetishist, sportfåne, alkoholist, fartdåre, en labil männsika, osv. – men aldrig som en självgod, rättfärdig skönande. Ändå bidrog han i livet till att flytta fram våra positioner otroligt mycket mer än både pojken i filmen och dess regissör, den genomblöte kändisliberalen Sean Penn.

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Trots detta lyckas Into The Wild påminna oss om något viktigt: Naturen. Skogarna. Snön. Floderna. Öknen. Djuren. Haven. Hur förhåller vi oss till dem? Att detta hamnat i skymundan är inte bara ett misslyckande för “vänstern” och för “alternativa rörelser”: det är ett enormt nederlag för hela det här samhället, för civilisationen i sin helhet.

Jun 232009
 

“In other words, Zebra was informing me that the immortality achieved by the early authentic Christians was through DNA or gene pool memory, and that what they told outsiders was a “fish sign, representing Christ,” was in fact a drawing of the DNA molecule. Zebra had already made it clear to me that the early Christians, as representatives of Essenes, had managed to conquer time. This is how they did it: one of their members dies, and was later, by means of an external disinhibiting stimulus, retrieved – which is to say, his later incarnation was induced to remember, to experience anamnesis (the loss of amnesia).

Zebra achieved this with me. I was able to remember my life as an Essene of the first century A.D., and the steps taken to eventually insure a resoration of my memory and hence identity. I was able to retrieve not only two former lives but a knowledge of my primordial origin from the stars.”

(p. 149-150, The Selected Letters of Philip K. Dick vol. 5)

“Were these truly added perceptual faculties – added to the normal – or were they, instead restored perceptual faculties which had been lost, latent, so to speak, all my life? (…) We are imprisoned by blunted faculties; the very blunting itself makes us unaware that we are deformed. But how this blunting came about, by whose actions and why, I have no theory.”

(p. 153, The Selected Letters of Philip K. Dick vol. 5)

Jun 142009
 

While I was there in Metz we saw the French premiere of STAR WARS and I was amazed at the theological implications of what, in the film, is called “the force”. Have you seen the film? I then bought the novel. Beyond doubt there is a profound theological theme to it, and the audience is reacting to it. Also (and I tell you this witha certain hesitation) the description of “the force” in STAR WARS for unaccountable reasons resembles the entity or force which took me over during my religious experiences in March of 1974. That which I saw then, which I call VALIS or Zebra was a plasmatic energy. Read this quotation from the novel STAR WARS (p. 120):

“Remember, the force is omnipresent. It envelops you as it radiates from you. A Jedi warrior can actually feel the force as a physical thing.”

“It is an energy field, then?” Luke inquired.
“It is an energy field and something more,” Kenobi went on, almost mystically. “An aura that at once controls and obeys. It is a nothingness that can accomplish miracles. No one, not even the Jedi scientists, were able to truly define the force. Possibly no one ever will.”

Now page 121:
“I’ve seen a lot of strange things. Too many to believe there couldn’t be something like this ‘force.’ Too many to think that there could be some such controlling one’s actions. I determine my destiny – not some half-mystical energy field.”

Page 81:
“Let us say simply that the force is something a Jedi must deal with. While it has never been properly explained, scientists have theorized it is an energy field generated by living things. Early man suspected its existence, yet remained in ignorance of its potential for millennia. Only certain individuals could recognize the force for what it was. They were mercilessly labeled: charlatans, fakers, mystics – and worse. Even fewer could make use of it. As it was usually beyond their primitive controls, it frequently was too powerful for them. They were misunderstood by their fellows – and worse.”

Eugene, this is as good a description of what I experienced taking me over and guiding me; actually controlling me, in March of 1974 as I myself could write. Also, the character Luke hears the voice of the dead Jedi knight Kenobi, just as, when the plasmatic field which I call VALIS took me over I, too, heard a voice – that of my dead and resurrected leader, Jesus Christ. Whether George Lucas knows it or not, he in his film and novel is making the mystery of our religion real to literally millions of people, by using new names, new descriptions. I have no idea how conscious Lucas is, how deliberately he acted … or whether he was acted upon by God in his writing, as I think we all are to some degree.
Well, I am very tired from my trip and must sign off. Please write again soon, and forgive me for having mislaid your recent letter.

With warm regards,
Phil Dick

P. S. To clarify – I have no doubt that it was the Holy Spirit, the Third Member of the Trinity, which took me over in a theolepsy in March of 1974, but in my notes and novel VALIS I am striving for new formulations, new and fresh ways of expressing what I believe to be the eternal truths, just as I did in MAZE OF DEATH and other earlier novels. As St. Augustine said, there is no end to the wonderful mystery of the Trinity; one can contemplate it for all eternity and yet not know it completely. I do think George Lucas has done something of sensational importance and value for man in STAR WARS: I honestly believe that the Word and Hand of God guided and informed him, whether Lucas is aware of it or not. What I myself have done is a mere tittle in comparison to what Lucas has done – and my audience is a tittle compared to the audience he is reaching, for which I also thank our God, and I realize that our God knows how to reach into the mass of mankind, that mass of mankind being secular now and drawn away from religion. Did I not show this in my own novel UBIK, where the intermediary personality of Glenn Runciter, who stands between man and God, promotes the Word Itself of Ubik to appear in the garbage and rubble and trash of TV commercials, and in vulgar ads in general? I foresaw – and saw – that the Word would come to us not so much down from above, now, in these secular days, but up, so to speak, from the gutter. STAR WARS confirms me. I am sure of this. God speaks to us from popular novels and films; here is a supreme example. Names and creeds and doctrines and dogmas and formulations are not important; what is important is the living Word. And it is that which Lucas depicts and describes in “the force,” as he calls it. And people everywhere are responding.

(p. 101-103, The Selected Letters of Philip K. Dick vol. 5)


Jun 122009
 

I watched Alex Jones’ The Obama Deception yesterday (well, most of it anyway).

While it surely is wise to pay special attention to what kind of people the new president puts in his government (as we saw in the documentary mostly bank people, members of the Bilderbergs and The Trilateral Commision, leftovers from the Bush administration, even Henry Kissinger (of all people) as an advisor), Jones’ extreme emphasis on certain people and secret organizations does the whole thing a disservice. Conspiracy theory does not make you feel like the world is in our hands (which it really is), but in the hands of a few very powerful men. His dada-like gusto and ability to dig up interesting factoids should be acknowledged, but his analytical tools need to be sharpened.

What I gained from watching this was mainly a deeper respect for KRS-ONE (who stops by to give his two cents on the new administration). He is one of the few rappers who has had the balls and the intelligence to critize the first black president. His message: “Don’t get caught up in the emotionalism of Obama!

Kris is still completely on top of his game, spiritually profound and verbally razor-sharp, having stayed relevant for more than 20 years, releasing more than 20 albums (Pick It Up form the youtube-clip sounds pretty dope, Maximum Strenght needs to be looked into), and succeeding with seemingly impossible tasks, such as incorporating dancehall and vegetarianism into the boom and the bap and still keeping it one hundred percent hardcore. Twenty-two years after Criminal Minded, he still smacks you over the head verbally. If it is one artist I would like to see live, it would be the Blastmaster.

Now what Alex Jones really should do is record an album with the God, supplying the anti-governmental motivation speeches and creepy electronics backdrops that we are used to from his movies to The Teacher’s most politically explicit verses.

KRS-ONE f. Truck Turner – Bring It To The Cypher (prod. by DJ Premier)

Saul Williams f. KRS-ONE – Ocean Within

KRS-ONE – You Thug (prod. by Marley Marl)

KRS-ONE – Sound Of Da Police (Showbiz Remix)



“go and tell ya momma i took a bite outta ya bum…

Jun 032009
 

Hard techno is for dancing rather than for listening alone. But some unmerciful tracks of that late industrial funk music do have that repetitive, meditative quality that makes them work just as well in your headphones as on the dance floor. They win in both situations because, as I see it, the track itself emulates the slow and subtle shifts of the uncompromising techno DJ.

Ben Sims – Jenkins Lane

Monotonous music opens your head. This concept goes back to Erik Satie.

“Vexations is a noted musical work by Erik Satie. It consists of a short chordal passage and a bass line which is repeated twice in each repetition of the piece. Satie recommends on the score that ‘To play this motif 840 times in succession, it would be advisable to prepare oneself beforehand, in the deepest silence, by serious immobilities.’ While the 840 repetitions aren’t obligatory, many artists have followed the enigmatic suggestion and played the piece with many repetitions.”

“The work was first played in public the requisite 840 times, by a team of pianists: John Cage, David Tudor, Christian Wolff, Philip Corner, Viola Farber, Robert Wood, MacRae Cook, John Cale, David Del Tredici, James Tenney, Howard Klein (the New York Times reviewer, who coincidentally was asked to play in the course of the event) and Joshua Rifkin, with two reserves, on September 9, 1963, from 6 p.m. to 12:40 p.m. the following day.”

If you loop something it changes. The sounds grow. Repetition is difference. “You can’t step into the same river twice“, as Heraclitus put it, to which Chuck D responded, “You Can’t Stop The Bum Rush“. What a brother know?

Jun 012009
 

Det kan vara värt att läsa Roger Ibsens artikel Ingen tjänar på längre straff nu i dagarna när ni lyssnar på Kartellen eller läser i tidningarna om stenkastning i Rosengård.

Där jag växte upp på 1960-talet fanns det vuxna män som vi ungar såg upp till. De flesta var knegare och kunde umgås med ungdomar på fritiden utomhus. Om någon gjorde något dumt tog de tag i det själva. Kan inte minnas att någon ringde polisen. Dessa vuxna ser man inte längre. Ungarna är vilsna. De som rör sig på stan eller över förortstorget på kvällarna är helt andra män med andra värderingar. De “skyddar” småkillarna på sitt sätt och det kan jag förstå. Vem skulle annars göra det? Föräldrarna som sitter hemma framför sin TV? Fältassistenterna som inte längre finns där ute? Det är en tuff värd att växa upp i när vuxna sviker.”

“Mycket av problematiken med kriminalvården är narkotikalagarna.

Dels genom att de hårda straffen för narkotikabrott överbelastar fängelserna och driver upp kostnaden så att vi inte har pengar till en vettig kriminalvård för andra kriminella. Och dels genom att illegaliseringen av drogerna skapar oerhört mycket annan brottslighet som rån, stölder osv.

Problematiken fanns inte förrän politikerna i Nordiska Rådet under inverkan av USAS president Nixon började driva upp straffen för narkotikabrott. Dvs vi har skapat huvuddelen av vår kriminalitet och våra straffade genom att anamma amerikansk narkotikapolitik.”

May 302009
 

Hans Isakssons film- och TV-analyser är antagligen de bästa av sitt slag i Sverige. I större mändger blir dock hans gammelsocialistiska driv ganska tröttande (han tackar Mao Zedong, av alla personer, i förordet). Men hans resonemang har den förtjänsten att de ofta är både träffande och djupgående, och även om man inte kan stämma in i allt, så skärps ens eget tänkande betydligt under och efter läsningen. Och han har gott om humor. Att det sociala bereds så mycket plats på bekostnad av billigt psykologiserande och filmtekniskt mumbojumbo är uppfriskande, åtminstone för någon som likt jag står oförstående inför de hantverksmässiga mysterierna och all cineatisk terminologi, och tänker på film mer som gladiatorspel och lägereldsberättande.

Isaksson har alltså medvetenhetens fnask i korshåret. Höjdpunkter är bl a Om gangster på bio (en analys i samma anda som det inledande Bertold Brecht-citatet: “Den borgerliga kritikern har alltid haft svårt att se småborgaren i gangstern. Jag tror det kommer sig av att de har så svårt att se gangstern i småborgaren“), hyllningarna till Ken Loachs Raining Stones och Riff-raff (“De – vi – har blivit invandrare i eget samhälle, tillfälliga gäster i vad som bort vara det egna hemmet“), och Något om TV och idrott i vår tid, varur vi plockar två intressanta citat.

“Dåtidens överhet var mycket medveten om att man genom att organisera industrisamhällets spänningar och våldsutbrott, ge dem fasta regler och överföra dem i symbolhandlingar på för ändamålet färdigställda arenor skulle kunna förskaffa sig ett modernt motmedel mot upprorsstämningar bland massorna.”

“Lagidrotter där, liksom i football, de naturliga avbrotten är talrika, t ex ishockey och baseboll, har haft lätt att TV-anpassa sig. En av orsakerna till att den europeiska fotbollen haft så svårt att slå igenom i USA uppges vara dess relativt långa spelsekvenser som försvårar marknadsanpassningen och verkar nerkylande på sponsorer.”

Sammanfattningsvis: – Oavsett om det handlar om Kubrick, Bunuel, Schindler’s List, Åsa-Nisse eller Leif “Loket” Olsson, är det mesta i 24 lögner i sekunden intressant och ytterst välskrivet. Den rekommenderas till alla som suttit framför dumburken någon gång eller kanske t o m har haft oturen att lurats med på bio.

May 292009
 

In my younger teens I watched television obsessively, with a religious devotion. The TV was on and I was in front of it, even when there was nothing on. Not these days. There’s one on the floor next to the table, unplugged. I can connect it to my laptop for watching movies, but that does not happen much anymore.

So I spent some days in the hospital recently, and what is to do there, when you don’t have a head to read? Well, you can watch television. My brain still swimming against the blissful tides of highly addictive opiates pumped into my blood during surgery, I caught something about the drug situation in Europe, the main message being that cocaine is flooding the continent in unprecedented ways. They followed that with a debate between a British and a Swedish politician. I came to the following conclusions.

(1) Not having watched TV for some time, I found it irritating being unable to control the speed and layout of the show. I missed links to relevant information, unable to deepen my knowledge and understanding of the subject. TV just doesn’t seem very practical.

(2) Cocaine is getting bigger. It’s not exotic like ten years ago. A major argument for legalization (or at least decriminalization) of cocaine is to make it less sexy. Cocaine, a lame drug that turns the nicest human being into the greediest and most moronic douchebag imaginable, a substance not part of European traditions in the same way as alcohol, solely has the rock n’ roll buzz as its selling point. When those crazy hipster kids enter that bathroom their brain actually believe they become the Ziggy Stardust going up their nose. It’s a punk rock, Miles Davis, Al Pacino-bathed-in-a-Giorgio-Moroder-soundtrack kind of trip, which would lose much of its appeal if the powder was supplied by an ordinary pharmacy. At least it would take away the initiative from the cocaine cartels completely.

If you believe these statistics, the rock n’ roll argument might also apply to cannabis. Talking with the Dutch youth while traveling through their country, I was struck with their relaxed and distinctively unromantic attitude towards the herb. In the US, the home of the drug scare, kids know that ganja is the coolest thing ever. As part of their coming of age ritual the normal teenager samples weed before alcohol. And stoner culture is damn close to being the norm.

(3) The televised debate centered around the way the drug problem should be tackled. A British politician represented the policy of harm reduction, while Swedish politician Sofia Modigh dismissed The Netherlands’ (successful) policies, claiming that drug related deaths are difficult to measure, and that statistics relating them are irrelevant. If you read page 84 and onwards in the 2008 Annual report: the state of the drugs problem in Europe, issued by The European Monitoring Centre for Drugs and Drug Addiction, you realize that to determine if indeed the drug, the social situation, the mental health of the user, or something else was the lethal factor in the death can be a difficult task, and that the statistics should be used with caution, but you also understand that they have tightened their policies to make the data usable. The figures are too reliable to be ignored, especially when page 86 shows that Sweden has twice as many people dying from drugs as The Netherlands, and that the report from 1995 shows the figure to be ten times as high.

(4) The great problem with The War On Drugs is that it’s a war on people. Occasional ganja puffers, if caught with the substance, are branded as criminals and outsiders. The negative social cycles connected to a drug crime conviction and the social isolation that follows are never accounted for as problems. Instead we get a new army of robots repeating the same absurdities, “a drug is a drug“, “there is no difference between weed and heroin“, “marijuana leads to heroin addiction“. Human beings will always want to get fucked up in the head, for one reason or the other, yet these fundamentalists still dream about The Drug Free Society.

If you use heroin you have probably tried cannabis. That does not mean that cannabis leads to heroin use. It’s not even logical to reason that way. If there were no cannabis, people would still die from heroin. And there would be school massacres even without Marilyn Manson. Poverty, social alienation, unemployment and the following boredom and hopelessness lead to hard substance abuse in a much higher degree than weed. Politicians would never think of banning poverty though, especially if they’re Christian Democrats. It’s easier to point the finger at marijuana smokers (and muslims, both being traditional scapegoats of modern society. Much more than islamist ideology, poverty leads to antisocial behavior such as throwing rocks on fire trucks. It’s no coincidence that this always happens in the poorest areas – as noted by Skumrask). It’s the worst kind of political correctness, more concerned with maintaining a shiny social façade than with human lives. This comedy is not even funny. What’s funny is that we’re pulling longer and longer shifts so we can pay Sofia Modigh’s salary. That’s black comedy.

(5) Swedes, especially politicians, tend to think that what is Swedish is superior. Sometimes it’s justified. Not with their moralist, contra-productive drug policies that they seek to export to the rest of the European Union, though. There is also the education system and job market that’s unable to suck up the competence of highly educated immigrants. The Swedish ideology of tolerance and openness is painted upon one of the most close minded peoples of the world, covering a reality hidden from the media but clearly felt by any foreigner trying to make her way into Swedish society. Another reason why The Swedish System is going straight down the toilet.

Prejudice and discrimination are not evil ideas that needs to be debated and “enlightened” away, they have their roots in a social situation, in economics. Integrating peoples from all parts of the world into the Swedish monoculture is not an easy job, especially in this climate of ever more aggressive capitalism, and all this uptight, liberal and left wing political correctness is definitely in the way of real improvements. If you are afraid to offend people, how can you then tell the truth? And if we can’t talk openly, how are we then going to make things better?

May 272009
 

I ett samtal med Vilhelm Ekelund ville vännen K.A. Svensson bestämt ha hans åsikt om den yngre poeten Gunnar Ekelöf.

“Svensson ville mildra reaktionen genom att framhålla mindre vansinniga passager i den senare delen av boken. Men Ekelund genmälde: ‘Vansinniga skulle jag inte vilja kalla dem – det är alldeles för vackert ord för sådant. Vansinne är något man måste ha respekt för: en bok av en vansinnig person skulle jag läsa med största intresse. Nej, vad som berör en så ytterst vidrigt i den här sorten är just dess egenskap av motsats till vansinne: den är produkten av den kallaste avsiktlighet.'”

Avsiktlighet är ett användbart och klargörande begrepp. Det är att göra sig till i texten, att beräkna en önskad effekt hos lyssnaren, självmedvetenhet. Denna sjuka har frätt in i mycket rap-musik runt milleniumskiftet och framåt och gjort den tråkig, förutsägbar.

Självklarheten – avsiktlighetens motpol, och den egna stilen saknas. Mycket av hiphopens sorgliga tillstånd kan tillskrivas skivbolagen. Men artisterna har själva stor del i det. Jadakiss, Jay-Z, Nas, och många andra, lider med tiden mer och mer av det jag talar om; vid få tillfällen lyckas de överkomma problemet med avsiktligheten, och då får de arbeta jävla hårt. (Visst, självklart… Illmatic är kliniskt fri från avsiktlighet, men Nas är inte nån sjuttonåring som hänger på parkbänken hela dagarna längre. Rap är hans jobb.)

Vad är definitionen på självklarhet? Biggie, Too Short, Scarface, Big Pun, Tragedy Khadafi, osv…

Show U How säger Marcus, “I heard somewhere that hip hop was dying, well give that motherfucker mouth to mouth“; om alla rappare som gnällde ägde hälften av hans självklarhet och stil så skulle de haft sitt på det torra.

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