i always found the real crux of horror to be the sound, rather than the image: you are sure to watch every horror movie there is on mute and barely flinch... as if to say: about that man in the sky? he's in a vacuum, and what he sees is hardly that horrific, in need of intervention.
and may i add... sound doesn't underline
the image, nor does it compliment it,
it's there out of its own right -
which begs the question of nosferatu...
if i remember, a silent movie...
and the epitome of further b-movie horror types:
if it ain't got the perfect chiller-score...
it ain't happening.
i only say this, because i have just been
watching a bbc2 documentary on
francis bacon...
but it's not really about the documentary
that i'm suddenly prompted:
and so the saturday papers
land in my lap...
and it's hard not to notice the saturday
times* magazine...
and how there's this focus on selling images,
or how to get from 212 to 5K followers
on instagram...
they really have created
a grotesque version of carpe diem, haven't they?
i always imagined carpe diem to
be something like a memory of a single
chance at catching that blimmin' unicorn...
but to carpe diem, carpe diem, carpe *******
diem that maxim 100 times in a day?
oh look... a doughnut... oh look:
a stampede of commuters trapped in a hamster
maze of the Tottenham Court Rd. station...
i've never seen such an abuse of a maxim
as i see now... it's either carpe diem: truly,
extending well beyond a month or a year and
gives birth to an atypical nostalgia...
or it's diem epilepsia -
then again it might be called:
blitzkrieg tag...
oh there's nothing stupid about it,
let's not be condescending...
we need more models than
plumbers, we'll get the construction workers
from eastern europe,
josh sho we can pose and talk
posh tosh... with those purshed lipsh...
and i do get squinty-eye eating a pickled raw
herring... smacker a dozen extras and we're
en route, to the moovies...
this bound to make more sense to me,
to the point where i like saying these things
once of wolkewein is in me -
since i'm currently not even sniggering:
well, there was the fact that i saw the results
from France's presidential first round (april 23)...
as if the current times didn't need
a biblical reference... about how the EU /
revival of the roman empire...
would be / like that statue in nebuchadnezzar
be standing with a golden head...
silver torso... (pst... if you're a journalist
working for a respectable newspaper, turn away,
now... us religious fanatics can keep a dream
by some king for a long time, and drape reality
with it, give or take 3000 years)...
because there... standing on clay tip-toe...
the moment you shout
into a forest rather than a cave and hear
an echo...
it's biblical realism, i really can't
imagine it otherwise... but hey!
the Europeans tried to be united...
then again, they realised they were the indigineous
people... and they all spoke their own tongue...
or maybe they were bored by speaking English
all the time? maybe they said: ****'s with these
terrible accents? so they went back home and
spoke in pristine, middle-class accents...
and thus said: ah, that's better.
a bit like: try talking Glaswegian in Chelsea...
they'd ask you if you're chewing on a toothpick
sooner than tell you where the nearest
tube station is; but you know, i'm just a little man
in a big big world... and if i wasn't writing a
commentary about the times i live in...
wouldn't i? i surely would...
it's even more fantastic than seeing Troy pillaged...
or Rome and in the background Nero's lyre...
something more precious is crumbling...
it's these dreams, ambitions and hopes
and guarantees that are burning...
and they are more fantastic to watch than
any temple or citadel...
then again: i could be thinking these things prematurely,
which would mean they're a load of *******...
i don't, i always liked the idea of a quiet life
in a small town in Finland... where i couldn't
get a newspaper, and get so agitated about my
impotence in terms of changing the world as the people
littering the pages are capable of...
then again: that's probably a good thing -
minimum effort, maximum result,
or as we love to say:
from geocentrism, to heliocentrism... through
to egocentrism... which can only mean one thing:
egononcentrism - otherwise known as the people.
