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 Saturday, September 30th

 These are the Days!


These are the Days, Parishioners,

these are the days!


Spring has sprung
(albeit far too briefly)

and Summer is here!


I am on the downhill run!

the mighty luge! (41k image)

Two weeks holiday starting next Friday!


And Monday is also a holiday -
(some sporting events, apparently...)

and I am winding UP!

a ninja runs the skeleton (13k image)


This evening I tasted some fine wines -

left with a few -

including the Great St Hugo -

co-incidentally, a Benedictine!


St Hugo Coonawarra Cab Sav - $30 - I'm worth it! (25k image)

AND

Abbott of Cluny, 'Tish!

Looks like he rocked a bit -

Hugh's character bears many points of resemblance to that of his great contemporary and friend, St. Gregory VII. Both were animated with a burning zeal to extirpate the abuses then prevalent among the clergy, to crush investiture with its corollaries, simony and clerical incontinence, and to rescue Christian society from the confusion into which the reckless ambition and avarice of rulers and the consequent political instability had thrown it.


(Oh, there was also a St Hugh of Champagne!)

and came home to a Rectory
redolent with chocolate & strawberries!


To paraphrase a National Icon

Oh, Mister Hart! (24k image)

THIS IS THE LIFE!

lerevdr on Sat 30-Sep-2006 @ 11:52 e.s.t [permalink]
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 Thursday, September 28th

 Deo Optimo Maximo


To God most good, most great


Birth & Death, Parishioners,

are rather significant

in my line o' work...


So I make it a point

to celebrate the anniversary of m'own Birth

cuz I wont be around to help my buddies

celebrate my Death...


There are certain Traditions

to be observed;


a bottle of Dom Benedictine
(one of them Catholic Gods is the same as ours)

benedictine (38k image)

something special to eat

some special presents -
things I would ordinarily regard as
too expensive or frivolous to buy -

and a fair expanse of time
to soak up a year's worth o' joi!


I am Very Much Looking Forward to this!


PS: I am also fond of Chartreuse...

chartreuse (13k image)


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 Sunday, September 24th

 Roundup 23-9-6


These sleepless nights, Parishioners,

do not go to waste.


There is Much Goodness

out on Teh Luvverly Interwebs.

My new favourite site is Acerbia!

Nick Nolte is back!

The Monkey Chow Diaries are interesting...


AND,

courtesy of The Spin Starts Here,

Religious Neckties!


there are many, many fine artworks

but

this one has *bling*!

what would Jesu wear? (69k image)

We are truly blessed!

lerevdr on Sun 24-Sep-2006 @ 23:43 e.s.t [permalink]
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 Saturday, September 23rd

 Vale Vladimir Tretchikoff


A Great Artist -

Vladimir Griegorovich Tretchikoff, born in 1913 in Petropavlovsk, Kazakhstan,

has passed away.

Vlad and his stuff (56k image)

Painted in 1952, Chinese Girl became the world's biggest-selling print. It has been described as the " Mona Lisa of kitsch", having adorned half a million suburban walls around the world.


the Legendary Chinese Girl (57k image)


A Collection of Taglines Upon His Passing

Lime green and lurid - the trademarks of an artist the public loved and critics hated

Painterly Barbara Cartland whose works - luridly colourful and defiantly popular - defined an era

one of the world's best-selling but least acclaimed artists, who specialized in painting images of mysterious women and flowers

the artist whose painting of the Green Lady adorned countless homes in the 60s and 70s and became the best-selling commercial print of all time, has died aged 93.

Popular Russian-born artist who steadfastly rejected critics' jibes that his work was merely successful kitsch

an exile from Siberia whose emotional depictions of wilting flowers, dancers and especially the daughter of a San Francisco Chinese merchant earned both global popularity and critics' scorn, died in Cape Town on Aug. 26. He was 92.

the Russian-born painter of the kitsch classic Chinese Girl, has died aged 92 in South Africa.



* * *


spooky Vlad (22k image)


A Great Gallery

A Great Obituary

Another Great Gallery


This, 'Tish, is Françoise Hardy!

Rainy Day (24k image)


Although labelled the King of Kitsch, Tretchikoff vigorously denied this and insisted he was a serious artist.


Judge for yourself - this comes from his Ten Commandments series

Thou Shalt not Covet (21k image)


Now, this is probably not Tretchikoff, but, Sister Wonki, I think thangs like this are quite nice!

(any more information, Parishioners?)


for Sister Wonki (8k image)


Finally, this is entitled Journey's End

Journey's End (46k image)

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 Saturday, September 9th

 Religion & Magic


It's a little early, Parishioners,

to be working on this kinda stuff,

but I had a dream!


(44k image)

I was arguing with someone
that, in the works of Mr Phillip Roth,

if you replaced each reference to Judaism

with one to Catholicism, or being Swahili,

he would be just as great an artist.


My friend denied this,

insisting that Roth's constant reference to Judaism
is what makes the work great.

My final remark,
before I awoke,

was "that's phenomenology -

you're saying that every thing he did is great

only because it is precisely what it is."


I am great in my dreams, Iidren!

(46k image)

So I bring to your attention this article
entitled Return of the Tribes:

it wanders a lot,
& is vulnerable to attack on many fronts,
& you might skip the first couple of pages,

but raises some interesting points...


A few choice quotes:

The confident may welcome freedom, but the rest want rules. The conviction that a new man freed of archaic identities and primitive loyalties can be created by human contrivance is an old illusion. Rome believed that the new identity it offered not only to its citizens, but also to its remote subjects, must be irresistible. Yet imperial Rome faced no end of revolts from subject tribes, from Britain to Gaul to Palestine. In the end human collectives with stronger, undiluted identities conquered the empire. From the brief, bloody egalitarianism of the French revolution, through socialist visions that promised us the brotherhood of man and an end to war (a conviction especially strong in 1913), to the grisly attempt to create Homo Sovieticus and export him to the world, there has been no shortage of visions of globalization.

Even the most powerful attempts to unite humanity failed: the monotheist campaigns to impose one god.

One God, one way, one world

Monotheism replaced Rome's law codes with the law of God. The first near-success of globalization was the bewildering survival and spread of Christianity, the transitional faith between the exclusive tribal monotheism of Judaism and the universal aspirations of Islam. Beginning as a cult uncertain of the legitimacy of proselytizing among those of different inheritances, Christianity quickly developed a taste for salesmanship, adapting its message from one of local destiny to one of universal possibility. Furthermore, its message to the poor (a constituency contemporary globalization ignores) had as exemplary an appeal among the less-fortunate of the bygone Mediterranean world as it does today in sub-Saharan Africa. Christianity was an outsider's religion co-opted by rulers, while Islam meant to rule - and include - all social classes from the years of its foundation.

Globalization really got moving with the advent of Islam. Open to converts from its earliest days, Islam moved rapidly, in just a few centuries, from voluntary through coerced to forced conversions. While the latter were never universally demanded, they were frequent (as were forced conversions to Christianity elsewhere). The immediate and enduring conflict between Christianity and Islam involved different visions of globalization, a competition of quality, design, and power (think of it as Toyota vs. Ford in a battle for souls). Those Christian and Muslim visions continue to experience drastic mutations in the battle for new and local loyalties, having now reached every habitable continent. Their success has blinded us to their weakness: Neither religion has been able to subdue their old antiglobalist nemesis: Magic.

(55k image)

There's an enormous difference between Big Religions - Islam, Christianity, Hinduism, and the others - and the local cults that endure long beyond their predicted disappearance. This distinction is critical, not only in itself, but also because it is emblematic of the obstacles that local identities present to globalization as we imagine it.

Big Religion interests itself in a world beyond this world, while the emphasis of local faiths has always been on Magic (bending aspects of the natural world to the will of the practitioner of hermetic knowledge).

Magic affects daily life in the here and now, and its force and appeal can be far more potent than our rationalist worldview accepts: What we cannot explain, we mock. (An advantage Christianity enjoys among the poor of the developing world is the image of Jesus the Conjure-Man, turning water into wine and walking on water - he's a more-promising shaman than Muhammad.)

Built on bones, local religions are cumulative, rather than anticipatory. While both Big Religions and local belief systems proffer creation myths, universal faiths are far more concerned with an end-of-times apocalypse (in the Hindu faith, with recurring apocalypses), while local cults rarely see beyond the next harvest. The great faiths lift the native's heart on one day of the week, while local beliefs guide him through the other six.

Even as they change their names, the old Gods live, and our attempts to export Western ideas and behaviors are destined to end in similar mutations.

Javanese and Sumatran Muslims go on the hajj with great enthusiasm (on government-organized tours), but continue to revere the spirits of local trees, Sufi saints, and the occasional rock.

The spread of Islam into Europe and Africa struck very different, but equally potent, barriers in the north and south. In Europe, it could not overcome a rival monotheist faith with its own universalist vision. In West Africa, Islam stopped, roughly five centuries ago, when it left the deserts and grasslands to enter the African forest, that potent domain of Magic.

Forests are the abodes of Magic. Look to forested areas for resistance to innovation. Even European fairy tales insist on the forest's mystery.

The forest, with its Magic, is the opponent of globalization.

Far from monolithic, both the Muslim and Christian faiths are splintering, with radical strains emerging that reject the globalization of God and insist that His Love is narrow, specific, and highly conditional. The great faiths are becoming tribal religions again.

Religions are like businesses in the sense that they must provide products that work with sufficient regularity to keep customers coming back. Results matter. The psychological comfort and beyond-the-grave promises of Christianity and Islam function transcendently, but leave immediate needs unanswered.

& now I'ma listnan to a capella gospel

- a genre riddled with disastrous failures -

but these guys are goo


& I'ma feelan alright!

Oh, now it's chillun's music!

Oh, now it's Lucinda Williams - pretender!

I love The Music Show!


God Bless Andrew Ford!


(44k image)

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 Tuesday, September 5th

 The Pony - Part the Seventh


One o' my Most Embarrassing Experiences

By turning The Pony backwards,
I had also blown a fuse and lost my heater/cooler fan
and my dash lights

so when I'm drivin' round in the dark
I can see where I'm going

but have no idea how quickly
in which gear
or if I have enough petrol to get there!

Brother T came round a couple of days later
& taught me about fuses.

In my limitless ignorance
I assumed that fuses
would be specific to a certain make/model of car
and therefore a nightmare to procure...

Not so - they come in jellybean colours
for different power ratings,
their function (heater, wipers etc) is clearly written on the fusebox
and it's simple to tell an intact fuse from a blown one
(especially with my brand new torch).

A small sigh of relief!

Brother T had been at a mate's car yard
& had ripped the fuses from at least half a dozen cars -
he had a bag of 'em!

He also put the facia (is that right, 'Tish?) back together -
which was ripped out when those fucking junkies broke into The Pony
& ripped out my Brand New CD/radio...

AND - it turns out that The Pony has a light in the ashtray!

Attention to detail is the reason Jodie Foster did those Honda Civic ads.
(go see her ads for Honda Civic Ferio on Youtube - yes, Civic; yes Ferio!)

to be continued...

PS: The amazingly complex & wonderful human being that is Jodie Foster

is summarised thus:

Jodie Foster (born November 19, 1962) is a two-time Academy Award-winning American actress, director, and producer.

1. Early life
2. Early career
3. Transition to adult roles
4. Branching out
5. Recent roles
6. Personal life and recognition
7. Trivia
8. Quotes
9 Filmography
10. Award Nominations
11. References
     11.1 Footnotes
12. Web sites

That's a rather pathetic summary of a Life...


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 Sunday, September 3rd

 Intervals


Mister Shakespeare, Parishioners,

got it right;


sleeping beats most things

but

dreaming trumps!


So I'm dreaming about hangan 'bout with Phil (where are you buddy?)
and some other guy called "Chalky" who is tall & a bit crazy & a Kung Fu/Tai Chi expert

& he & Phil once put on a full-blown show/night of entertainment in the house they shared.


THUS I'm thinkan about Songs versus Plays.

Now awake & thinkan seriously 'bout the subject,

I reckon Songs win.

Songs are shorter - when one encounters A Bad Song (and they are many) one has less to endure

and there's no damning walk up the aisle
(although, if one could do this to a shitty song, The Whirl might be a better place!)

Songs can be fast-forwarded

(I'm thinkan of why beer is better than women jokes now
but both actors & singers do get jealous of other actors & singers...)

A Good Song can tell a story just as well as a play
- AND it is usually told by the author, rather than a bunch of other people


Plays, however,
(may) have an interval!

A lotta songs could do with an interval -

I'm thinkan American Pie

but I wouldn't put the interval at the half-way mark;
I'd put it closer to the end;
to cheer people up

you talkan to me? (18k image)

Hurricane doesn't need an interval
Mr Tambourine Man does

Like a Rolling Stone could just be put on a loop -
& people could come round with drinks & small pies & pillows...


Tubular Bells, which is about as long as a play,
has a natural interval (oh, I think I stole that from Music Theory, 'Tish...)
when one turns the record over.

This is good, because one may discuss the first half, have a beer,
then launch the second (better) half (glockenspiel!)


glockenspiel! (39k image)


Dark Side of the Moon, on the other hand
should not have a LP-turning-induced interval
(it messes up the synchronisation with Dorothy - thank you CDs)


can't forget the first time... (9k image)


Only one example of a song with a natural interval
occurs to me right now (but Parishioners may help me out) -

Stevie Wright's Evie

Parts One, Two & Three...

This had the natural interval
of having Part One on one side of the EP
and Parts Two & Three on the other...

Ah, I should publish this now
& get some responses

Bless You'all!

PS: this is very well done


lerevdr on Sun 03-Sep-2006 @ 11:11 e.s.t [permalink]
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