Andrenalin

Karl Marx

Controversy produces Adrenalin. Adrenalin is an antidote to priapism, which can create necrotic tissue. It’s also the chemical cause for impotence. You get anxious and lose your erection. Or if you’re a Hegelian "world-historical figure," adrenalin produces the antithesis that facilitates The Dictatorship of the Proletariat.

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Brave New World

Scarcity produces demand and hence cost. You have to pay a lot for those things that are in short supply. Can emotion be commodified? Imagine a commissary where one comes for states of mind. You might reply “go to a rave.” There you can acquire MDMA, LSD, cannabis, psilocybin, Bennie’s etc. remember Brave New World and Soma? The price of authenticity is the awareness of death. Unfortunately life’s ending has produced its own meme in which you're not turned into ashes but rather a piece of data. Will Costco sell suicidal thoughts or a perfume named Happiness?

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Bela Tarr's Damnation

Damnation (1988) which was recently revived at The Walter Reade Theater, as a part of a retrospective of the Hungarian director's films, has lots of rain and dogs and dancing. There's a married torch singer (Vali Kerekes), who has sex with two other men, one of whom, Karrer, (Miklós B. Székely) declares that he will debase himself in order to have her. Their sex is extraordinary in the history of cinema. Her legs are spread and she cradles her lover. The rocking allows her to orgasm, but the iconography is that of the Madonna and Child. The film, like all of the director's work is filmed in black and white which creates a chiascoro effect. The movie is a succession of paintings.  One is a Magyar "Night Watch" with the camera panning across the faces of townsfolk, posing uneasily. And the film has its resident seer, a Casandra with biblical innuendos, who resides in a cabaret named Titanik. It sports a broken neon sign and topless beauties. Everything is unremittingly depressing and filmgoers who are discomforted by the representation of happiness will feel at home. Damnation is also a masterpiece. In the final scene, Karrer gets on his hands and knees to threaten a barking dog. Speaking of painters, neither Bosch nor Brueghel could have thought this one up. The film screenplay was co-written by László Krasznahorkai, Tarr's frequent collaborator and the Nobel Prize winning author of Herscht 07769.

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Revenge

Christopher Marlowe died a violent death and there is a whole genre of Elizabethan revenge tragedy epitomized by lesser playwrights like Thomas Kyd, author of The Spanish Tragedy (1582). Theatergoers are more likely to see themselves in these plays than Hamlet. A contemporary example might be titled Road Rage, another Fighting My Wy WAY OUT which deals with the kind of person who perpetually finds themselves stuck in a paper bag. This last is particularly disconcerting, literally the country cousin to Psycho (1960). Here's the plot: The protagonist wants to get back at a friend for their cosmic indifference--by not showing up at an event where the nemesis is honored. No one, least of all the person at whom the gun is pointed cares. In the end the avenger is left holding that same bag they were trying to punch their way out of.

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Are Men From Mars?

Genitals are a touchy subject. One talks of phallic men. These type-A personalities are similar to the elite teams portrayed on Strike Force. Uterine women? In this age of gender-free pronouns, how is it possible to detect the effect of secondary sex characteristics on personality or even consciousness?Men Are From Mars Women Are From Venus is the title of a onetime bestseller which probably would meet with pushback today. It gets more complicated. People who come out can be like exchange students who return from their year abroad speaking another tongue. One wonders where the stereotypes of femininity or masculinity actually live. You’ve undoubtedly met up with francophiles who are laughable parodies. Is being manly necessarily a characteristic of one born with XY chromosomes? Are women sashaying because of high heels or morphology? In terms of role-playing, the Hermaphrodite raises questions which may be unanswerable but perhaps tantamount to Valentine Michael Smith, the earthling who returns from Mars in Stranger in a Strange Land, not knowing his ass from his elbow.

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Todtnauberg

Heidegger's hut

There are lots of jokes about the benefit of being alive. The alternative is not being alive. So it’s a  no brainer. These comedians may not be familiar with the Liebestod from Wagner’s Tristan which is btw the soundtrack for Lars Von Trier’s Melancholia (2011). The Danish director is obviously trying to make a point when he plays it ad nauseum. Liebestod is literally "life in death," a term which is almost, but not quite, synonymous with another German word Leidenschaft or "passion." Juliet is a perfect example of this since she is dead and alive a little like Schrodinger's cat who is both here and not. Heidegger remarked that only in the awareness of death can humans live an authentic existence. Paul Celan the famed poet of the Holocaust once attempted to visit Heidegger in his Black Forest, Todtnauberg retreat one would guess to ask how a great philosopher could support Hitler? He might have also asked Hannah Arendt how she how she as the author of The Origins of Totalitarianism could have slept with her proto- fascist professor? That’s another thing about the world of the living. It’s full of things which are hard to understand.

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Hard Knocks

photo: Meanwell Packaging

“Knock, knock.”

“Knock, knock.”

“Knock fucking knock already,”

“If you don’t say ‘who’s there?’ I’m going to knock this fucking door down."

What are you supposed to do? You keep knocking on the same door with no one ever giving you any more than the same yawn of cosmic indifference. 

Thank you for asking but the answer is "no!"

The pounding gets louder. There's the sound of splintering, as a fist finally penetrates the wood.

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