World Issues and Stalker.

     I've been sat here in front of this computer thinking. I intended to write about the state of the world we live in. About celebrity worship. How celebrities are now becoming politicians and politicians are becoming celebrities. How overhyped empty stories about celebrity weddings and break ups have been given so much weight and importance they now overshadow vital world news. (I'm sure there was a devastating earthquake in Haiti recently...wasn't there?)
      I was gonna talk about the dumbing down of music and movies but that's nothing new. It's simply happening on a grander scale now. Thanks a lot George Lucas, James Cameron and reality television.
     I was gonna talk about the continuing reduction of human rights in the guise of national security and terrorist threats and the state of children today and the pope once again spewing hate on minorities and the precarious environmental state in which our world lies. About the damage political correctness has done to our society and blaw blaw blaw. But surely everyone already knows this? Or at least anyone who: can read/owns a television/or leaves the house.
     The world is a cesspit. A sewer. A wasteland. And people write about it all the time, ram it down our throats. And some people ignore it, and some despair, and others just don't care anymore. Either way, writing about it is becoming pointless,so I'm gonna stop.
     Thinking about this shit isn't doing me any good. Emotionally or physically. You want my advice: be media savvy, learn how to tell the truth from the lies, and turn off the goddamn news. That shit definately ain't doing anybody any good.
     Get outside, go for a walk. Appreciate the little moments. Now that I'm done not talking about the state of the world...
     I wanna tell ya about this great film I watched last night. A masterpiece by the late great Andrei Tarkovsky called Stalker, from 1979. It's an epic philosophical, existential, science fiction story set in an unknown time in an unnamed place in Russia. An industrial wasteland. All broken buildings and ruined earth, abandoned machines and pools of stagnant water, and fog and smoke everywhere. A good portion of the film is in black and white and looks absolutely gorgeous. It genuinely took my breath away when the film faded into the opening scene. Has a delapidated russian bar ever looked so good?
     The story goes like this: at some point a meteor has crashed to earth and somehow created an area called The Zone. In this zone is a room that can make your most secret wishes and desires come true. No one really knows what's real and what's not regarding the zone, the government initially sent in a group of soldiers to explore the area but they never returned. So they sent the police to fortify the area and build a fence around the zone to keep everyone out. We find out though that there are certain individuals called Stalkers who can safely enter and exit the mysterious Zone.
      The film opens in the house of one such Stalker, a man who gets paid to take people into the Zone, and to the room that grants your inner wishes. Through the course of the film we follow him as he meets two men, a writer and a scientist, leads them into the zone and guides them to the room. The film, up to the point the men enter the Zone is filmed in black and white, it switches to colour the moment they enter the Zone. The area outside the Zone seems to be made up entirely of abandoned factories, burned out automobiles, and dead streets. Inside the Zone we are shown glimpses of this world but most of it has been overgrown with grass and trees. We are told the path to the secret room is a perilous one. That they must navigate a kind of labyrinth and that failure to follow the Stalkers instructions will have grave consequences.
      Because of the locations Tarkovsky uses, his startling use of both black and white and colour, the long slow(often ten to fifteen minutes at a time) tracking shots, minimal dialogue and sparse music, combine with the lack of action on screen to create a film of mesmerizing intensity and beauty. We follow the characters through this empty dying world. A place that feels like some kind of purgatory. A world that is simultaneously a dream and a nightmare.
      Stalker is an allegory for mankinds dying wonder and growing cynicism. We see this mostly in the actions of the writer and the scientist(the intellectuals). The stalker, described as a dirty louse, a nobody, we learn is the one who truly cares.Who believes. And who is genuinely horrified by the actions of those around him.
      This is the third film I've seen now by Andrei Tarkovsky. Ivan's Childhood and Solaris being the other two, and he truly is one of the great directors in the history of cinema. A visionary genius and master of his craft. He effortlessly mixed reality and dreams, conjuring beautiful heartbreaking images, creating films that challenge the viewer, that question our world and our civilization, films that question memories and love, and ultimately films that transcend the medium entirely.

Exciting new developments!!(well, not that exciting really)

I had doubts long ago but am pretty confident now that no one actually reads this,nonetheless I shall continue undetered anyway. In fact I've actually gone one step further and added a brand spanking new followers tool on the left side of this silly blog. So the great hordes of humans out there regularly perusing this cornucopia of muddled thoughts and half realized ideas can click on this new tool, letting the world know they are followers. I don't like that word though, so ingeniously I renamed the currently empty list of followers : A list of people sort of interested in what I have to say. I am nothing if not modest and have absolutely no delusions of grandeur. Anyway, if you care or are even vaguely interested click on the link.

     I have decided to make a concerted effort to keep this little blog updated regularly, to continue to tweek and play around with the format in an effort to keep this interesting. Because really, in the end, my only aspiration in maintaining this blog is to create something interesting. Something weird and different. I've never seen the point in creating anything that's not interesting and weird and different. Surely that's the driving force behind all great art? Not that I'm comparing what I'm doing here in the slightest to great art. Art is not something I believe blogging will ever become. Who knows though, if goddang Damien Hirst can preserve an entire sheep in formaldehyde, and call it art, I guess anything is possible.

     In an entirely unrelated but no less interesting topic, a friend of mine gave me this incredible book to read a few hours ago. It's called Ulrich Haarburste's Novel of Roy Orbison in Cling-film, and is a collection of short stories about, yes, you guessed it, Roy Orbison wrapped in cling-film. I can already tell your as fascinated by this strange artifact as I am. There's no point in lying to yourself. It sounds amazing and completely supports my theory about creating something interesting, weird and different. Ulrich Haarburste definately knows what I'm saying.

     I also had an idea earlier for a short story. Well, to be honest it wasn't so much an idea than an image. A man and a duck walking across a very long bridge, in the middle of a very long conversation, in the middle of very thick fog. That's all I have so far. Not sure where this could go, but you have to admit, the possibilities are endless.

      Really it's not that surprising I don't have any followers yet. I guess this goes back to that whole thing of creating for ourselves. I'm going for a walk.

   

colours.

Today I stood in the center of town, next to a bank. I ate a chicken bake from Greggs and three pigeons walked around me eating the crumbs. Throughout the course of the day I also consumed far too much coffee. Way beyond the suggested daily allowance. I spent the afternoon discussing films, football and New York City with a friend. On the way home I listened to Roots Manuva's latest record and managed to outwalk the rain. I briefly contemplated the glaring lack of discipline that's been a big part of my life from a startlingly early age. I gave up on that train of thought halfway through though. haha. I thought again about the fight scene in the middle of Mean Streets. It is a breathtaking piece of filmmaking. I spent sometime thinking about a new story idea. An existential day in the life surreal drama type science fiction sort of deal. I'll put that on top of the pile in the far corner of my mind. And maybe I'll get back to it one day. See: discipline problem a few sentences back. On a sunnier note I saw a hilarious picture of two pugs last night. One was dressed up as Yoda and the other was dressed up as Darth Vader. The Vader pug looked appropriately sinister. No small feat for a pug. Them being the only breed of dog bred solely for companionship. I could go on but I won't. I'm gonna go make some beans on toast(barbecue flavour) and relax before the men's Canadian Olympic hockey team begin their campaign tonight against Norway. In the meantime you really should go check out Roots Manuva's new album Slime and Reason. The first song on it Again & Again has this incredible horn sample that will blow your mind. Or at least it blew mine. Oh and I had learned the Russian word for cheers last week but I forget it now. That's not really relevant to anything but it frustrated me nonetheless.

Where is my mind?

Get outta here February.

Hey. I'm feeling a bit batty now. Too much time spent with too much time on my hands. Goddamn digital cable has sucked up most of it. My brain and my mind seem to have dried up. I'm practically void of original thought. But then I go on facebook or twitter or whatever and realize everyone else has too.
I got loads of new music recently. A big mess of stuff. Got some early Sun Ra and Eric Dolphy. Lots of hip hop old and new. The new Charlotte Gainsbourg record. The new Hot Chip record. A bunch of stuff. I'm super excited about the impending triple album release from Joanna Newsom. I think its out in a couple of weeks. I can't even imagine how good that is going to be.
I've watched loads of films. Just rewatched Mean Streets tonight. It never loses its impact. And the soundtrack is superb. Watched the Amelia Earhart (so called)biopic the other night and had to turn it off. It was literally too awful to watch. Watched The Killing of a Chinese Bookie the other week finally. It was fantastic. Now I need to watch everything else Cassavettes made. A Woman Under The Influence is gonna be next. I also recently watched the Pixies documentary loudQUIETloud, and thought it was excellent. Refreshingly honest. I watched loads of other stuff too but right now I'm struggling to remember what. I guess thats probably to do with that whole brain and mind drying up.
I'm really enjoying the Winter Games so far. Though they are doing nothing to help my homesickness. I'm excited about the Mens hockey finally starting Tuesday night. I have really been enjoying the womens hockey too. The Canadian Womens team are incredibly talented.
I don't know what else? I'm reading a great book about the films of Steven Seagal. The center of Barrow now resembles a bombed out area of Baghdad. And it seems that absolutely no one picks up after their dog in this town. You literally have to navigate around the shit.
Keep in mind I'm writing all this nonesense in an increasing sense of uselessness,powered by a dying brain. And it is 1:30am and I am tired.
I was thinking earlier how great it would be to have a Sega Genesis(megadrive) again. And an Atari. And a Nintendo. I'm pretty sure the novelty would wear off fast but the nostalgic feeling thinking about it provokes sure is nice. It would be especially nice to play Castlevania I and II again.
Anyway, keep on keepin on. Come on Team Canada!