Friday, June 27, 2014

MEDIAVORE ~ TV: THE WIRE (SEASONS 1-5)

The Wire premiered on June 2, 2002, and, after a 60 episode run over five seasons on the American premium cable network HBO, ended on March 9, 2008. It wasn't exactly a ratings success, and it failed to pick up very many awards during its run. However, among the show's many evangelical fans - including top rank writers and performers, world-class novelists and the occasional public intellectual - it was championed as one of the finest dramatic series in the history of television.

Because I don't watch much television anymore - and because I'm not much of a fan of cop-centered series in general - I didn't get around to watching this show until February, 2014. I have now seen every episode - many of them multiple times - and I have zero problems fessing up to my previous obstinate idiocy. I was a fool.

So yes, basically, if you're one of the few serious-minded mediavores left who still have yet to take in this incredible show, allow me to be the latest to tell you that everything you've heard about The Wire is true. It really is one of the finest dramatic series in the history of the medium. And you really do need to see it. Like... right fucking now.

In future MEDIAVORE blog entries, I hope to chronicle my media consumption, sharing some opinions on books, films, TV shows, music, graphic novels, videogames, etc. I also hope to occasionally provide longer think-pieces on some of these topics, if and when I feel the material merits it, and if I feel that I have something worth saying.

In the case of The Wire, it just so happens that omnipresent British media curmudgeon Charlie Brooker took up an entire episode of his (excellent) TV review series ScreenWipe to explain exactly what it is that makes The Wire required viewing. And, lucky you, that episode just so happens to be freely available on Youtube! Which means I can just link to it here, urge you to watch it immediately, and consider my good deed for the day as having been accomplished. So sit back, relax, hit PLAY and let Charlie and his guests tell you everything that I would have liked to tell you about The Wire, only a hell of a lot better than I could have, in roughly half the time it would have taken me (circuitous and loquacious bastard that I am).

YOU WATCH NOW!!!

Monday, June 23, 2014

LEFT / RIGHT ~ A POEM

Right
The Cain-Hand 
Abel slew. 
Left 
Behind. 
Left 
Holding the bag. 
Right 
The thing that Might makes. 
Right 
Not asked for. 
Taken.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Monday, June 2, 2014

THE "TORONTO ART FOR PEACE" EXHIBITION OVERVIEW

On Thursday, May 22, I was fortunate enough to attend the gala opening of Toronto Art for Peace, the premiere exhibition of the newly minted Canadian branch of the international Society for Art of Imagination, at the prestigious Moniker Gallery in the heart of Toronto’s Fashion District. Organized by two of Canada’s most vital artistic scenesters – the elegant Marina Malvada and the ebullient Bhat Boy – it was obvious to all in attendance that this blockbuster showcase for over 50 international artists was nothing less than an unmitigated triumph at every level. And if you’re lucky enough to be reading this before June 4th, then by all means make every effort to get yourself to Moniker so you can experience this wonderful exhibition as it should be experienced: as a sumptuous, psychedelic, multi-course feast for the soul.


THE SOCIETY

The Society for the Art of Imagination is a global organization dedicated to a style of art that has gone by many names over the years. Whether you call it “Fantastic Art”, fantasy art, spiritual art, or surrealism, what most of the works have in common is a vital engagement with the imagination of the viewer. This engagement goes far beyond the decorative, often to a point that approaches dramatic – or even narrative – levels. Depending on your point of view, this can be either a strength or a weakness. For instance, most dentists probably wouldn’t purchase a mural-sized painting of an Apocalyptic mushroom cloud for their waiting room. So it does pose some challenges, both to the artists, as well as to the galleries who would like to showcase their work.

Hence the need for a support group like the Society for Art of Imagination, which “promotes imaginative and spiritually based art that transcends the ordinary, to help bring like-minded artists together in shared exhibitions and create opportunities for Canadian artists at home and abroad”. INSCAPE is the society’s bi-annual, glossy full-color magazine. The first Society was created in the UK in 1961 by Brigid Marlin, a protégé of Ernst Fuchs. There are now branches in the USA, Japan, Africa and, as of 2014, right here in Canada, thanks in large part to the efforts artists Jean Pronovost, Russ Paquette, and  the aforementioned Marina Malvada and Bhat Boy, who is himself a protégé of Brigid Marlin.

For anyone reading this who doesn't live in or near Toronto, fear not! There are three upcoming exhibitions in Ottawa in September 2014, and one at the Ecomuseum in Montreal in October 2015, with more shows in the works. And considering the almost uniformly excellent quality of the pieces on display at Moniker’s Art for Peace exhibit, one couldn't help but be filled with optimism about the near-term future of Fantastic Art in Canada and, indeed, globally. It really did feel as though we were witnessing the launch of an artistic movement whose moment has arrived.

THE SPACE

Just northwest of the busy, bustling intersection of Spadina and Richmond in Toronto’s historic Fashion District, Moniker Gallery provided the Society’s 50-plus artists with a gorgeous, wide-open space in which to showcase their work.


There’s also something to be said for the gallery’s ease of access. Four steps up from the sidewalk, through the front doors and BAM, you were immediately surrounded by incredible art. Simultaneously intimate and expansive, it really is an ideal gallery experience, both for the artists and for the viewing public. Moniker also generously provided ample, strategically-located seating for those (like me) who have trouble standing for long periods of time.

I didn't partake of the wine, so I can’t comment on it other than to say everybody seemed satisfied by the choices on hand. Toronto's own Sunshine Pantry generously donated handmade regular and vegan cheeses to nosh on. But nothing could distract from the visual banquet on display, accompanied by aural enhancements courtesy of DJ Nicodemus the EvilRoBo, who filled the air with ominous, pulsating, binaural throbs, punctuated with the occasional square-wave “skwawk”. He did a great job, and I’m sure the inspiration provided by REX, the giant, metallic man who lurched menacingly over his booth didn't hurt things, either.


The great turnout had the artists and organizers in a happy, gabby mood, and all artists present were happy to discuss their work.

THE ARTISTS

I’d like to start by pointing out that there is no way that I’ll be able to do justice to all the wonderful artists who had work on display at this exhibit. There were dozens of artists displaying well over a hundred pieces, and I only had a few hours to take everything in. With a few exceptions, I will be concentrating on those artists with whom I was able to converse during the show. Also, I will admit up front that there are certain subjects that attract me more than others. For instance, art that deals with occult themes. Therefore, the exclusion of any artist from this article should NOT be taken as a slight against their work.

I. THE BIG GUNS

Part of the exhibit included prints by three of the Society’s honorary members: the aforementioned Brigid Marlin, metaphysical artist Alex Grey, and the Swiss surrealist H.R. Giger, whose recent passing was commemorated by a small black table placed in front of his only piece at the show: an untitled signed, limited edition print. A nice touch.

II. TICK TOCK TOM


Ottawa-based artist Tick Tock Tom had three impressive pieces on display. The previously mentioned “REX”, who loomed over the DJ booth, is an impressive and weighty beast. But it was his moving pieces – the mechano-tantric “Lungs” and “Bleeding Heart”, with its gushing crimson fluids – that were garnering the most attention. Humble and smiling, Tick Tock Tom confessed that it was “great to get out of the basement” and witness the powerful effect his mechanical creations were having on the crowd. He also described how the auditory element of “Lungs” became an important part of the piece almost by accident, or "organically"... which is mighty paradoxical when you think about it. Personally, I was struck by the yoga-like nature of his heavy metal breathing machine. It was emblematic of the very labor of life. You can see more of Tick Tock Tom’s work at his website.

III. VALERIYA KHOMAR


Of all the work on display at this show, the paintings of Montreal based, Ukrainian born artist Valeriya Khomar were perhaps the most unselfconsciously decorative. There is, of course, no shame in this. With light-dappled swaths of folding, tactile shapes, her work reminded me of an otherworldly Georgia O’Keeffe, and it functioned nicely as an aesthetic palate-cleanser of sorts; a pleasant and welcome respite from the heady, dramatic excesses of neighboring pieces. Valeriya shared a number of amusing anecdotes about her inspiration with me, but I was most struck by her statement that, in her 2013 work “Awakening”, she had sought “to compress Five-D into Two-D.” Find out more about Valeriya’s work at her website.

IV. DAEVE FELLOWES

Local Toronto artist dAeve Fellowes calls his incredible 3D paintings “Biomorphs”, and they include disturbing elements and such diverse textures as eyes, tongues and real human hair. Some of his pieces look like something an adventurous gastronome might serve for dinner, if he was hosting guests from another planet, another dimension, or one of the lower rings of Hell. For my own tastes, dAeve’s works were among the strongest of the entire show, and I urge you to find out more about his work at his website.

V. DAVID DAVIDSON


Another artist whose work, for me, vibrates with a particularly powerful intensity, is David Davidson. Although he only had three relatively small pieces on display at this show, they generated a great deal of interest, and it’s easy to see why. I've been following Davidson’s work for the better part of two decades now, and in that time I've watched him grow from a technically proficient if occasionally derivative draftsman into one of the most unique and intriguing visionaries working in Fantastic Art today. You can see more of his work at his website.

VI. STU EDWARDS


Perhaps one of the most difficult things for an artist to do with a piece of static art - as opposed to film, theater or music - is to evoke fear or dread. With both his statue “Niflheim” and his beautifully-mounted painting “Anathema”, Stu Edwards managed to evoke those emotions in me. That’s why it came as no surprise to me when Stu revealed one of his primary inspirations to be Poland’s premiere Apocalyptic visualization specialist, Zdzislaw Beksinski. Explore more of Stu’s provocative, disturbing work at his Facebook page, or check out his Canadian Alternative Arts Collective.

VII. ELVIRA RAJEK


From morbid, dark and sinister, we come full circle to the cheeky, fun and playful creations of Austrian artist Elvira Rajek… or do we? Because, while her candy-colored weapons are delightful to behold, isn't there something more than a little bit sinister to the stories they tell? Even in her ongoing project, “What to do with These Old Shoes”, Elvira manages to effortlessly fuse danger, beauty and violence, and in so doing suggests the existence of a secret, coded fascist language hidden in the heart of High Fashion. Especially impressive is how Elvira was able to combine bullet casings and demolished revolver parts to create a gleaming, metallic high-heeled shoe. From my brief discussion with her about her work, I can also report that Ms Rajek is one hell of a wit. Find out more about her art at her Saatchi Art profile page, where you’ll find her indulging her dark side quite nicely, thank you very much.

VIII. JEAN PRONOVOST


I doubt anyone’s feelings will be hurt if I state the obvious and declare that Montreal-based artist Jean Pronovost’s “Sphinx” served as an unofficial centerpiece for – and was a widely-acknowledged highlight of – the entire Art for Peace exhibition. The idea for his “Sphinx” first came to Pronovost during a visit to Europe, where he kept coming across Sphinx statues everywhere he went. Sensing a cosmic message, he set about creating a Sphinx of his own… only his Sphinx was a protector of the people. That's why she's crouching atop "the personification of an unjustly empowered greed and corruption” who, in attempting to answer the eternal riddle, can only vomit up fistfuls of currency. By the way, Pronovost wants everyone to know that any resemblance between his sculpture and our own fair city’s trouble-plagued Mayor is purely coincidental. The Sphinx has a presence that is difficult to describe and even harder to shake, but one thing is certain; it heralds the arrival of a huge and important new talent on the Canadian art scene, and I, for one, can’t wait to see what else Pronovost has in store for us. Keep your eyes on his personal website for updates.

Also, admirers of dark, Lovecraftian horror should do themselves a favor by checking out the website of Provonost’s friend, partner, and fellow Montrealer, Syl Disjonk, an extremely talented video artist in his own right.

AND THE REST…


A few other works that piqued my interest were Lia Fail’s Warholesque canvas entitled “Joseph Campbell’s Follow your Bliss Soup”, the enigmatic Rosmarinus Stehlik’s “Snake Priestess”, and Miguel Tio’s “Dreaming in Montana”, a wonderful piece that would look magnificent in an oak-paneled room with decadent velvet décor. Show organizer Bhat Boy’s “Orbit of a Golden Age (aka Toronto Fish)” was quite beautiful, as well.

Chris Thomas’s Tarot-inspired tableaux featuring lone Templars dwarfed by iconic fantasy locales were very intriguing, as were Clara Blackwood’s ephemeral series of bird portraits. Fantastic without falling prey to whimsy, “Winter Owl” was particularly beautiful. Nadezna Illan’s elephant portraits were well done, and Lina Faroussi’s unnerving tableaux teem with paranoid faces Steve Ohlrich’s beautifully realized fantasias and Gaia Orion’s politically progressive pieces both featured a commanding hand and enviable graphic clarity.


France Garrido’s mosaic-like “Persephone and Demeter” was impressive, as were Russ Paquette’s sparkling “Process of Becoming” and “In Search of the Yellow Brick Road”. The pieces “Man or Mouse” and “Breath” both featured magnificent realism on a large scale… though unfortunately, I lost the artist’s name.

Finally, I was tickled by the number of people who were using their SmartPhones to take snapshots of show organizer Marina Malvada’s wickedly funny panorama, which itself portrays a group of people photographing an apocalyptic mushroom cloud with their SmartPhones.

CONCLUSION


It was obvious to everyone present that the Art for Peace event has the potential to be a springboard for even bigger, better things in the very near future. I’ve never seen so many happy, smiling, downright contented people at a gallery show. The atmosphere was electric with positive vibes. Goths mingled freely with rocker dudes and heavily muscled artists whose media include engine blocks and human blood. People decades apart in age gabbed away contentedly with each other while artists mingled and kibitzed with one and all, regardless of whether or not you looked like the kind of person who was likely to drop five grand on a piece of original artwork.  It was a wonderful night, and I think the Canadian arts community has been waiting for something like this for a long, long time. Now that it has, it’s time for everyone to gather their wits, assemble their tools…and get to work!

Friday, May 30, 2014

MONSTER MAYHEM THURSDAYS!

Bit of a cheat this week - three images of a single character from a potential traditional, three-panel'er comic strip that I'm working on called WINGNUT versus MOONBAT. Three guesses as to which one this handsome character is!
PS - You're probably also gonna want to click on the image to see it in its "original" size. It looks a lot better that way!

Friday, May 23, 2014

MONSTER MAYHEM THURSDAYS DOUBLE CREATURE FEATURE!

Seeing as how I chintzed y'all out last week by giving you a bunch of old monsters that I'd drawn last year rather than the "absolutely 100 percent fresh new monster goodness" that I'd promised, I hereby present you with two all-new, wholly original creations from my sketch-book.

First up is the Meandering Flapper. He stands atop four spindly legs that end in cloven hooves, and his mostly-mouth of a head is ringed by a quartet of obviously useless wings, with the whole assembly being topped by prehensile bi-pupiloid eye-stalks and a scent-sensing nasal prong (pat.pend).


This week's second entry is the dreaded Chupa Kadavra. He appears in a short story I'm working on that's kind of like, what if instead of getting into crystal meth production, the high school teacher from Breaking Bad got into trouble by dabbling in the Black Arts? Say he cast some sort of half-assed spell, thereby imbuing decades worth - nay, generations' worth - of chewing gum with a malevolent sentience. The end result? The Chupa Kadavra! Stupid? Yes, but I like it, so you have to look at it.

Friday, May 16, 2014

MONSTER MAYHEM THURSDAYS: A COUPLE OLDIES

I got caught up in a bunch of drama today so I couldn't come up with a fresh monster for y'all, so I figured I'd give you a threesome of monsters that were originally pencil-sketched by my buddy Dave Starr, which I then inked, scanned into the computer, colorized a bit and am now posting here for y'all's enjoyment! So behold SASQUATCH, LIZARDO and FLOATING TENTACLE BEAST! And sorry if you've seen these before...


Also, as an added extra bonus, here are a couple more angles I came up with - a "glamour pose" and an "action shot" - featuring the 'SQUATCH!

Thursday, May 8, 2014

MONSTER MAYHEM THURSDAYS: ENTER MOONFACE!

...aaand I'm just slipping in under the wire with this week's entry: MoonFace. Or MoonHEAD, as the case may be. This is a creature design for a short film script that I am currently working on with my writing partner Marc Roussel, of Remote and The Last Halloween infamy. You can see his director's reel here. Anyway, if you'd like to see MoonFace appear in a short film some time soon, send me a shitload of cash via the donation button on the top right-hand corner of the screen! Come on! Don't be fuckin' stingy, mate! Ah, I'm just kiddin'. When the time comes, we'll set up a proper begging plate via KickStarter or whatever. For today, however, enjoy... MOONFACE!



Sunday, May 4, 2014

FREE PDF DOWNLOAD FROM THE DISCORDIANS!

The Historia Discordia blog is very kindly offering the historically valuable and highly entertaining Goetia Discordia: Kerry Thornley’s Illustrated ‘Book of the Demons of the Region of Thud’. I am re-posting their post, complete with links, here at the Daily Dirt Diaspora blog because I've always had a soft spot for Discordianism (hint: it's in my skull), as well as for the sometimes goofy, occasionally profound scribblings of half-mad draftsmen. Enjoy! - YOPJ

"In the mid-1980's, Kerry Thornley began collaborating with a Canadian graphic artist and musician, Roldo Odlor, an association that culminated in an illustrated version of Thornley's Book of the Demons of the Region of Thud, aka Goetia Discordia, which we share with you now in its chaotic entirety as a PDF file.

Our forthcoming book, Historia Discordia, will feature more Roldo-created Discordian treasures, not to mention one of the most mind-blowing book covers you'll ever see!

Roldo has a presence on Facebook and his music is available on Bandcamp.

All Hail Roldo!"

Thursday, May 1, 2014

MONSTER MAYHEM THURSDAYS, FIRST EDITION!

From here on out, every Thursday evening I will be scanning and uploading a new monster drawing. You probably won't be seeing many vampires or werewolves or zombies in this space, however. These drawings will mostly be in a Lovecraftian vein, with plenty of tentacles and pseudopods and asymmetrical limbs sticking out every which-a-way... you know, the kind of thing you'd expect to see in silhouette, lurching and teetering across the horizon, barely visible in the wan corpse-like light of a glowering gibbous moon, accompanied by the keening sound of otherworldly pipes and whistles and the choking stench of a moldering charnel pit.

Because I'm in a generous mood, I'm going to kick off this new weekly tradition with a two-fer!

First up, we've got this "Lovecraftian Sea-Creature Study" that I sketched last week (Thursday, April 24, 2014). I tried to incorporate a number of incongruous elements from various sea-beasts, including not only the usual and obligatory tentacles - a whole mish-mash of them in this case, including some wormy ones, some snake-like ones, and an architeuthis dux feeding tentacle with hooking club - but also various sucker-feelers, spiny fins, a weaponized crustacean claw and a distressingly vaginal gaping maw borrowed from nature's ugliest fishy, the Goblin Shark.

I call this one DRIPPY the QUIMBEAST!


Now, for the second half of today's Creature Two-Fer, here's another strange, chimerical beast, this one combining the flap-like head of a skate/ray, the hairy hooves and hindquarters of a Satyr, a double row of giant fingers running down its spine, a poisonous clubbed tail and a three-way gaze all its own. Drawn today, Thursday, May 1st, 2014...

I call this one DER FINGERLING!

Check back with yer old pal Jerky in one week's time for even more hideously heinous monster renderings in a jugular vein!

Friday, April 18, 2014

ALAN PARTRIDGE MID MORNING MATTERS

British TV comedy is arguably the world's finest, and Steve Coogan's beloved creation Alan Partridge is, arguably, the most fully realized comic character of the past decade. After appearing in a supporting role as a sports presenter on Chris Morris' peerless news satire The Day Today in the mid-90's, then in radio and TV versions of his own mock "chat" show Knowing Me, Knowing You, Coogan brought the character to life for two seasons of the more traditional (yet still gut-bustingly funny) situation comedy, I'm Alan Partridge. After a few years hiatus, Fosters' brewing sponsored Mid Morning Matters, featuring eight 15-minute episodes featuring Alan "in studio" at the North Norfolk Digital radio station, doing his thing. After a somewhat turbulent experience shooting the second series of I'm Alan Partridge, making the more streamlined Mid Morning Matters proved to be a delight, spurring Coogan and collaborator Armando Ianucci to finally write and produce that long-form Alan Partridge movie they'd been promising for years. It's called Alpha Papa in the UK, and Alan Partridge in the USA. If you have yet to enter the world of Alan Partridge, I suggest starting with Mid Morning Matters before moving on to the rest of the oeuvre, ALL of which is worth perusing. Enjoy!


Wednesday, March 26, 2014

JERKY READS IT FOR YOU! HARPER'S MARCH 2014

Today, we're checking out the HARPER’S for March, 2014. Once you've read the following precis, you won't need to read (much less buy) this month's issue. You will have ALL the vital information distilled out of it for you!

LETTERS
Mary Louise Starkey, subject of last issue’s expose of an elite butler school, writes in to defend herself. She strikes a surprisingly appealing tone, considering how she was portrayed in the (admittedly excellent) article in question. In a letter about an article about the M.K. Rawlings novel The Yearling, one reader extols the virtues of forgotten creative writing teacher (and occultist) A.R. Orage, who taught Ralwings, Nathanael West, James Agee, Djuna Barnes, and others.

EASY CHAIR
Guest editorial by James Marcus examines recent efforts by progressive and liberal figures such as journalist Tom Ricks and Representative Charles Rangel to bring back military conscription (the draft) in one form or another as a way to force Americans to realize the true life’s blood cost of military adventurism overseas… the “skin in the game” argument. Interesting stuff, but dated. Rangel’s efforts in this regard began years ago, and were widely covered at the time.

HARPER’S INDEX
Most interesting entry:
Price of an Occupy Wall Street poster beings old by Wal-Mart - $52.25
Most interesting juxtaposition:
It’s God=7, Harvey Weinstein=30 in the Oscar “thank you” sweepstakes!

READINGS
- As part of her memoirs, author Barbara Ehrenreich’s “The Trees Step Out of the Forest” describes quasi-mystical dissociative experiences she underwent during her youth. Vivid and well written. What some seek to cure, she sees as a special privilege. I agree with her, possibly because I also experience dissociation on occasion.
- “Good Cop Sad Cop” records remarks by retired NY police officer Joseph Esposito, who coached other cops on how to fake disability for insurance scam purposes. 
- In “Greek Tragedy”, fraternity hazing is described by those who tortured the pledges and some victims, too. Sadism on parade.
- In “Nuclear Meltdown”, Major General Michael J. Carey’s ridiculous drunken behavior in Moscow is described. He was in charge of a nuclear first-strike-capable unit at the time.
- In “Hustle and Flow”, writer Alice Goffman explores the world of black market clean urine sales, for people subjected to regular drug testing. Intriguing.
- “On Nudity” is exactly what it sounds like.
- “Oedipus in Mississippi” describes an inspiring event that occurred in a jail in Mississippi in 1961, where civil rights workers were being held. They wanted to tell stories in the night, but a Sgt. wanted them to shut up, so he took all their mattresses, but they didn’t care. They sang inspiring protest songs then laughed at the Sgt.
- “The Academies of Siam” is weird Portuguese 19th century fiction. I didn't care for it.
- “Devil’s Advocate” presents part of a submission by a Satanic group to mount a statue next to the 10 Commandments statue in Oklahoma.

ESSAY
“Nothing Left: The long, slow surrender of American liberals” by Adolph Reed Jr.
Opens by covering familiar ground… the Left’s mid-century “crest” and the Great Consensus politics of the post New Deal era. “The Labor Left alliance remained a meaningful presence in American politics through the 1960’s.” 
Electoral and populist pressures forced Democrats to shift defensively rightward and “roll back as many as possible of the social protections and regulations that the left had won.”
I have some issues with the following, key paragraph from this report:
“Today, the labor movement has been largely subdued, and social activists have made their peace with neoliberalism and adjusted their horizons accordingly. Within the women’s movement, goals have shifted from practical objectives such as comparable worth and universal child care in the 80’s to celebrating appointments of individual women to public office and challenging the corporate glass ceiling. Dominant figures in the antiwar movement have long since accepted the framework of American military interventionism. The movement for racial justice has shifted its focus from inequality to ‘disparity’ while neatly evading any critique of the structures that produce inequality.”
Seems like a lot of wordplay to me… very subtle differences, indeed. Thin gruel, weak tea. Still the idea that there has been a “narrowing of social vision” is hard to argue with. The idea that the future should surpass the present – always a key concept on the Left, according to historian Russell Jacoby – has been given up on.
Clinton was right-wing, anti-welfare, pro-NAFTA, a military interventionist, etc. A great economy? Hardly. The tech and housing bubbles. He empowered snakes like Rubin and Summers and Greenspan.
And so now… Obama. Obama, whose books are a pose and a ruse, providing a necessary Pink Dipping for the True Believers (not that anybody truly believes anymore).
Matt Taibbi characterized Obama’s political persona in early 2007 as: “an ingeniously crafted human cipher, a man without race, ideology, geography, allegiances, or, indeed, sharp edges of any kind. You can’t run against him on issues because you can’t even find him on the ideological spectrum. Obama’s “Man for all seasons” act is so perfect in its particulars that just about anyone can find a bit of himself somewhere in the candidate’s background, whether in his genes or his upbringing … His strategy seems to be to appear as a sort of ideological Universalist, one who spends a great deal of rhetorical energy showing that he recognizes the validity of all points of view, and conversely emphasizes that when he does take hard positions on issues, he often does so reluctantly. … He is aiming for the middle of the middle of the middle.
Slavoj Zizek, usually not a faddish enthusiast, proclaimed just after the 2008 presidential election that “Obama’s victory is not just another shift in the eternal parliamentary struggle for a majority, with all the pragmatic calculations and manipulations that involves. It is a sign of something more… Whatever our doubts, for that moment [of his election] each of us was free and participating in the universal freedom of humanity… Obama’s victory is a sign of history in the triple Kantian sense of signeum rememontivium, demonstrativum, prognosticum. A sign in which the memory of the long past of slavery and the struggle for its abolition reverberates; an event which now demonstrates a change; a hope for future achievements.”
But if the left is tied to a Democratic strategy that, at least since the Clinton administration, tries to win elections by absorbing much of the right’s social vision and agenda, before long the notion of a political left will have no meaning. For all intents and purposes, that is what has occurred. … Because only the right proceeds from a clear, practical utopian vision, “left” has come to mean little more than “not right".
The left careens from one oppressed group or crisis moment to that one, from one magical or morally pristine constituency or source of political agency (youth, students, undocumented immigrants, the Iraqi labor movement, the Zapatistas, the urban “precariat”, green whatever, the black/Latino/LGBT “community”, the grassroots, the netroots and the blogosphere; this season’s worthless Democrat, a “Trotskyist” software engineer elected to the Seattle City Council) to another. It lacks focus and stability; its métier is bearing witness, demonstrating solidarity, and the event or the gesture. Its reflex is to “send messages” to those in power, to make statements, and to stand with or for the oppressed. This dilettantish politics is partly the heritage of a generation of defeat and marginalization, of decades without any possibility of challenging power of influencing policy. So the left operates with no learning curve and is therefore always vulnerable to the new enthusiasm. It long ago lost the ability to move forward under its own steam. Far from being avant-garde, the self-styled left in the USA seems content to draw its inspiration, hopefulness and confidence from outside its own ranks, and lives only on the outer fringes of American politics, as congeries of individuals in the interstices of more mainstream institutions.
Barack Obama has always been no more than an unexceptional neoliberal Democrat with an exceptional knack for self-presentation persuasive to those who want to believe, and with solid connections and considerable good will from the corporate and financial sectors.
A strong commitment to anti-discrimination is the path that Democrats have taken in retreating from any and all commitments to economic justice.
Obama’s election is an expression of the limits of the left in the United States-its decline, demoralization and collapse.
The crucial tasks for a committed left in the USA is to admit that no politically effective force exists and to begin trying to build one. This is a long term effort that will require a renewed emphasis on labor. Aiding in its rebuilding is the most serious task before the American left. “Pretending some other option exists is worse than useless.” We need to create a constituency for the left program – and that can’t be done via MSNBC or blog posts. “It requires painstaking organization and building relationships with people outside the Beltway and comfortable leftist groves. “Admitting our absolute impotence can be politically liberating.” Seeing as the left has no say in who gets elected or nominated, we can stop going crazy every four years, or two years, or all the time, when it comes to House races these days.

LETTER FROM ABKHAZIA
“Sochi’s Troubled Neighbor: A journey through a Russian client state on the Black Sea”
by Bill Donahue
The United States does not recognize the Republic of Abkhazia, and in fact, only Russian and four of its client states do: Venezuela, Nicaragua, and Tuvalu and Nauru, two tiny South Pacific nations with about 10,000 citizens apiece. The official US position is that Abkhazia, which was once part of the Soviet Union, is now a rogue, breakaway region of Georgia.
Whoa… sound familiar? The situation in Ukraine and Crimea now seems like another case of history repeating. Why hasn’t anyone pointed this out in the mainstream media yet?
Apsny” is Abkhazia’s unwritten “code of honor”, embraced by Christians and Muslims (15% of the population) alike. It shapes everything from burial rites to table manners.
Russia first conquered Abkhazia in 1864. In 9137, Stalin let Beria the authority to send Georgians there. On Aug 26th, 2008, Russia recognized Abkhazia’s independence… four days after beating South Ossetia out of Georgia’s hide militarily. WTF?!
“Georgians regard Abkhazia as a stolen paradise.”
There are 50,000 ethnic Mingrelians in Abkhazia. Just as Abkhazia is ignored by the world, so are the Mingrelians ignored by Abkhazians.
The narrative swiftly begins to take shape as a sort of “Lifestyles of the Drunk and Miserable.” Then it returns to the issues of competitive dominoes, anti-Mingrelian bigotry, and the 92/93 war. Russian soldiers asleep at their post. Scrubby little “museums” crumbling apart along pothole riddled streets while a bust of Stalin stares ahead implacably. It’s all very charming, indeed.

REPORT
“Chronicle of a Death Foretold: Predicting murder on Chicago’s South Side”
by Monte Reel
This is a very important story about the cutting edge of police work, with a very sad and troubling ending. It’s partly the story of Chicago resident Devonte Flennoy, 20 years old, victim of a homicide. In the five day period preceding Devonte’s murder, there were over fifty other shootings, five deadly, throughout the city. What made Devonte special was that he had been chosen as being at a “high risk” of falling victim to a homicide by a groundbreaking public school program that uses a wide variety of key indicators to determine individual students’ likelihood of either committing, or falling victim to, violent crime. Turns out that Devonte, due to his family situation, his grades, where he lived, his attendance record and so forth, was more than TWENTY TIMES MORE LIKELY than average to get himself shot.
The case of Devonte Flennoy might suggest how powerful the new analytic techniques can be, but it should also serve as a warning that predicting a death isn’t the same as saving a life. Police have estimated that 625 gangs now exist in Chicago, some with only a handful of members, others with several hundred (three people is enough for a group to be considered a “gang” according to the US Department of Justice and the Chicago City Council).
Strangely, the data does NOT reveal any kind of hierarchy, as one might expect.
Those near the top of the list were estimated to be at least 500 times as likely as the average Chicagoan to either be the victim or perpetrator of a homicide. Unlike the school system’s model, the police’s version searches for evidence of social connections between the high-risk individuals themselves and factors those connections in as additional risk, along with other aspects of a person’s criminal record.
At Devonte’s funeral, his old friends express personal philosophies that are fatalistic to the point of nihilism. “Whatever’s gonna happen to you is gonna happen to you. Whether they catch up with you now, whether they catch up with you later, whether they catch up with you ten years from now.”
“REC City for Life” t-shirt. Sad as shit.

LETTER FROM CAPE TOWN
“Portrait of a Township: Former militants take on the post-apartheid struggle”
by Justine van der Leun
Gugulethu is a black township on the outskirts of Cape Town, South Africa, where – thanks to the Truth and Reconciliation Committee – brutal thug race-murderers who used to go around chanting “One Settler, One Bullet!” go free on technicalities, running the show in the super-slums. And yet the story has a very odd tone… hopeful in the face of obvious hopelessness. The tone we get is “Apartheid was bad… m’kay?” Like, duh.
Some of the every day crazy on display here includes dudes getting perforated over a pair of slacks stolen from a washing line to pay for South Africa’s version of crystal meth (called “tik”).
Gugulethu was established in 1962 to absorb the population overflowing from the older townships of Langa and Nuanga. It was originally called Gugulethu Emergency Camp. Gugulethu means “our pride” in Xhosa.
They watch Nigerian soap operas.
“In Xhosa culture, fat on an old lady is a mark of dignity and a large family.”
Gugulethu’s main road was recently renamed Steve Biko Drive.
Many middle-class and wealthy South Africans consider free care at a government hospital to range from usless (a routine checkup) to a potential death sentence (surgery). For the poor, obtaining such care is a full-time job.
In South Africa today, people like to joke that your resume can be blank but for one qualification and you will become a minister or a tycoon: you need only have served time at Robben Island – Cape Town’s offshore prison, where Nelson Mandela and other political prisoners suffered for decades – and your future will be bright and certain.
PORTFOLIO
“Waiting State”
by Olivier Kugler
Comic art portraying the lives of Syrian Kurdish refugees killing time in Iraq. This is a very intriguing form of reportage, in my opinion. The artwork is great.
Check out the comics festival Fumetto, in Lucerne, Switzerland.

STORY
“The Toast”
by Rebecca Curtis
A funny story about a toast made in absentia by one (broke, loser) sister at another’s exclusive, expensive wedding in Hawaii, which she won’t be able to attend in person. Good, but a tad long.

REVIEWS
NEW BOOKS, by Christine Smallwood
"The Double Life of Paul DeMan", by Evelyn Barish
One of the fathers of “close reading” and deconstruction, his falsehoods and early anti-Semitism and flirtations with fascism would seem to make him, if not his critical theories, obsolete. “A confidence man and forger who embezzled, lied and arreared his way to intellectual acclaim.” Smallwood seems upset that DeMan’s theories are still so well regarded (if not consciously acknowledged as his), despite his having come up through the academy in a “mystical” and unorthodox way.
"A Place in the Country", by W.G. Sebald
Odd. To applaud this teacher’s words would be to “applaud Modernity’s march into the abyss.” His glosses on five writers and one painter seem smaller than miniature, acting as fortifications against time’s decay. A minor work.
"Kitty Genovese: The Murder, the Bystanders, the Crime that Changed America", by Kevin Cook
Too much truth is a bad thing, especially in the case of the Kitty Genovese murder. This book seems to have far too much truth in it. Disgusting and despair-inducing. It seems as though, culturally, we are back on the downslope with the Genovese murder, after a bit of a lift a couple years ago thanks to The Atlantic (and the New York Post)’s revisionist history of that seminal crime. Now it’s back to being as awful as it gets.
MOSTPEOPLE'S POET: Is E.E. Cummings a serious writer? by Ruth Franklin
Discussed in this review: 
“E.E.Cummings, a Life", by Susan Cheever
“E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems”
Again, this reflexive make-awareness of Cummings’ “anti-Semitism”. It almost seems like the sole purpose of modern liberal literary journals is to catalog each and every time in history that an author, poet, painter or thinker has had something negative to say about the Jews. Supremely annoying tic, this is, especially when discussing someone as worthy in talent as Cummings. Read the poetry. Leave the reviews out of it. They add nothing.

CRITICISM
“Here There Is No Why: The Trial of 12 Years a Slave” by J. Hobermam
Makes some interesting asides about how the President at any given time in America’s history informs the cinema of that historical moment. Kennedy, Nixon, Reagan are all pretty obvious ones. And now Obama, who informs this slave narrative come to cinematic life. The review is positive, and somewhat insightful. There is a humorous rundown of Black presidents in American film (almost always during a disaster of some sort, as in 24, Deep Impact and Fifth Element… though Hoberman doesn't mention Idiocracy, perhaps tellingly).

FINDINGS
Leprosy is on the rise in India. Russian street drug Krokodil has reached Texas (where it’s devouring teen genitals). Statistical stylometrists have shown that unsuccessful novelists use too many adverbs, etc, etc, etc.

Monday, March 24, 2014

JERKY'S BOOKSHELF: "BATTLING BOY" BY PAUL POPE

Paul Pope's "Battling Boy" is the kind of work that paradoxically fills yours truly with the urge to create comics of my own, but also with angst at the realization that I will never create anything that comes close to the quality on display in this incredibly beautiful book. The narrative, the graphics, the characterizations, the world-building... "Battling Boy" scores in the top rank on every count. Two-hundred-and-two pages of pure, unadulterated comic book bliss. When it comes to youth-friendly, off-brand superheroics, it just doesn't get any better than this.
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I get a few shekels tossed into my cup on the back-end!

Sunday, March 23, 2014

RIFFTRAX GANG SCORE CABLE GIG!


The return of (some of) the MST3K gang to television has finally arrived! Check out this news from Zap2it, as vectored through the comedy aggregater SplitSider:
The Mystery Science Theater 3000 gang is making a return to television but probably not on the channel you're expecting.According to Zap2it, Mike Nelson, Kevin Murphy, and Bill Corbett, are turning their online audio track series RiffTrax into a TV show of the same name for National Geographic, with three episodes set to air April 1st. MST3K was canceled by Syfy in 1999, but RiffTrax has since gained an internet following for releasing ready-made MST3K-style audio tracks for fans to listen to while watching the movies. While there's no word specifically on what the crew will watch in the reboot, they're reportedly "expected to riff on some form of television programming." What that means in terms of National Geographic we'll find out on April Fool's Day.
Yer old pal Jerky, for one, can't wait! Now let's see about getting Joel Hodgson and Trace Beaulieu some decent paying work.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

WHAT JERKY'S WATCHING NOW: TAKEN (2008)

Many people have criticized this film for its pat dialogue, paper-thin characterization, by-the-numbers plot, et cetera, et cetera. But they all miss the point. With his steely, note-perfect delivery of this single, crucial quote, Liam Neeson ascends to the pantheon of mythic action hero status:
"I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you were looking for ransom, I can tell you, I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that will be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you."
I believe Neeson implicitly when he says such things, and that's all that matters. Screw Metacritic and Rotten Tomatoes. As long as there are fathers who care more about their children than they thought was even possible, Taken will remain a film for the ages.