Tuesday, February 02, 2016

Author's word - Falling

  It took more time than I initially believed to be the case to complete this one. The story turned out to be much longer than I initially thought it would be. It needed a far more detailed backdrop, and thus I provided it.
  It always feels strange to write the final scene, the words and story you have waited for years to complete and carried in your mind even longer. I had, have notes, of course, but not the complete, fleshed out ending, even though there have been occasions where I have written the final chapter first or early, like with Your Own Fate.
  I started on book two of the trilogy months ago. I wrote the fallout of the ending before I wrote the ending.
  This is the fifteenth novel I’ve written, and just pondering that fact makes my thoughts flow. It’s different from all the other books I’ve written, like they’re all different from each other. That has been my tenet from the start, and I know now that I will always stick to it.
  I have secrets with this novel, this book, like I have with all the others, first hand knowledge of the story and of the motivations of the author that I will take with me to the grave…
  I quite enjoy that.
  In order to finish the story faster than I otherwise would have done, I have much more than usual written solely on this one. I have not exactly ignored the other four novels I’m currently writing, but they have been on the backburner for a while. Now, they slowly re-emerge to the foreground of my attention, which is fun in itself.

  Usually I don’t use archaic and little used wording and phrases excessively, but this time I have sort of encouraged my own use of it, practically excelled in it. You will quickly realize why.

  One very interesting item: Writing this novel has shown me, even more than before what life and writing is, how similar life and writing are. One decision or act, once made reverberates from that point and changes the rest of your life in smaller and bigger, often irreversible ways. I make a decision in chapter fourteen, something not given in advance, something not strictly necessary for the story, and practically everything changes. I had no idea, no conscious awareness of where it would lead. It felt like a logical progression at the time, a way of developing the plot, but the result, totally unforeseen resulted in a number of other changes later on that again would lead to other changes and so on.
  The overall story would have managed fairly well without all that, but it would have been a much shorter, less interesting, meager result. It’s very funny and fulfilling; I seek variety and depth and realism, and the end result is far superior to what I at that moment in the past could imagine. The novel grew, and I grew with it.
  One word may change everything, and one act alone may transform you and your surroundings, your very world, for better or for worse.
  I had confirmed to myself another tenet of mine, another general rule: Don’t rush things!

  It’s such a pleasure being an author.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

The modern empty-headed phenomenon

  I’ve never cared much for Star Wars. I detested its massive popularity from the start, even as a teenager in 1977. When I saw Star Trek - «The Motion Picture» I was in awe. After watching Star Wars I just had to laugh in contempt.
  Good versus evil plots have never been my thing, but this is worse than most, filled with silly moments and wooden acting.
  Like most others I saw The Empire Strikes Back as a vast improvement towards a more mature story, and as clearly the best of the six films, but it wasn’t that great either. It still needed vast improvements. With the Return of the Jedi, most of the unacceptable silliness, exemplified by the Ewoks was back. The three prequels were just more embarrassing, one big collection of indifference, and hardly worth mentioning. All those resources spent and that was the result. The story of Darth Vader could and should have been a great, engaging story. Instead it was just one giant yawn. To describe it as «lacking in depth» isn’t in any way sufficient, but a great insult to all deep movies.

  The Force Awakens is actually not that bad, even as the baggage keeps dragging it down. At least it has a semblance of good storytelling. It fails to live up to any form of potential, but at least it isn't awful. JJ Abrams did a fairly good job with rebooting Star Trek (even though he clearly diminished the quality of the franchise), but he had far better source material to work with there.
  This one also reminds me to a point of Superman Returns, which basically was a reboot of Superman the Movie. The Force Awakens is, to a point a remake of the first Star Wars. It was originally planned to be about the rebuilding of the old republic, but the final result isn’t anything like that, is very similar to a remake.

  Please don’t misunderstand. This isn’t some Trekkie denigrating the «competition». I am not and was never super-excited with most of the Star Trek material either, even though it’s far superior to that before mentioned competition.

  The world and humanity wouldn’t have been any less if there never had been made silly movies like Star Wars. It once more proves the thesis that mainstream is death.
  Mainstream stories and big studio movies can be engaging in spite of themselves, if experienced storytellers really go out of their way to use the craft they have learned to tell an intense story. This is not the case here.
  Its popularity, the hysteria surrounding it is most certainly a negative, not anything approaching a positive. Of course it isn’t.

  «I'm not going to do that (reprising his role as Wedge Antilles). They asked me but it just would have bored me». - Denis Lawson

Friday, November 20, 2015

A matter of perspective and of seeing through pervasive, obvious propaganda

  Yes, in case you’re wondering, this is the perfect time to talk at length about this…
  It should be talked about all the time, though.

  What upset me the most about the recent events in Paris wasn’t the actual killings. Mass killings happen every day, all over the globe, most of them done by France, United States, Israel and their NATO partners and other associates, in Palestine, Yemen, Pakistan and around the globe, and it has gone on for years, decades even. It’s an ongoing thing. Drone killings and bombings of children and civilians in general have become commonplace. And while I agree that one shouldn’t rate tragedies, the massive killings in Palestine where Israelis/Zionists are doing their genocide of the Palestinian people alone make the Paris deaths a fairly small scale event. The US/NATO imperialist forces killing one million civilians in Iraq are also dwarfing most other events. There is a long, long list of such.
  It’s just while watching it with narrow chinks of European/US/western eyes this becomes worth mentioning more than in passing.
  What upsets me far more is the aftermath, the full scale propaganda show, which I and many others strongly suspect was the true objective of the exercise. At the very least many westerners’ sense of perspective is totally off. I’m afraid it’s far worse than that, though.
  The rampant hypocrisy should in itself make many people wake up from their horrible slumber. One western life is valuable. A death in the Middle East (Arabs) or South America, Central America, Africa and Asia is seen as a statistic, at best. Obama, Hollande and Cameron, among countless other hypocrites and murderers and child killers step forward to condemn the acts, serving the long-term agenda of those in charge, the forces behind the throne.
  It’s bad enough that the racist/anti-migration cult has a field day.
  But the worst part of all is that most people buy the official narrative without blinking, without even considering alternatives. That is the very definition of successful brainwashing, of manufactured consent.
  Mainstream people show downright disrespect for the victims by being so gullible, so easily fooled. They make it easy for those in charge to continue the charade and keep doing acts like that.
  To me and many others with basic awareness in place and working it’s self-evident that the reason for the Paris massacre was to justify western «war on terror» and more bombing and further invasion of Syria and other Islam countries, AND further oppressive laws and surveillance in western countries. US/NATO and partners like Israel have a long history of proven false flag operations, making them likely at any given moment.
  It was yet another scene staged by western clandestine services, and if you cannot see that, you should take a long, hard look in the cracked mirror. You, by your inaction and gullibility are giving more and more of your rights away to tyranny and oppression every day, every time you fail to protest and take action against your true enemy.
  France, with its fairly large Muslim population is a kind of testing ground, a laboratory for the further development of Islamophobia and similar ways of inducing fear among a given western population.

  Those in charge don’t even bother with hiding their tracks anymore, their operatives leaving clues left and right. «Crisis actors» are recognized repeatedly, but still used. Undamaged passports are found in ruins and at shootouts and so on. Most people don’t even try looking through the thin, thin veil of illusion ruling their insipid existence.

  The true danger
  The best propaganda show since the Nazis
  Christians blow up abortion clinics
  911 - Closer to the Truth
  Fear is the Key
            Being challenged
  The usual lies and deceit
  The Politics of Hatred

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

The true danger

  The United States has funded and created from scratch countless Islam extremist groups the last fifty years. It’s safe to say that many of them wouldn’t even have existed without that hard push, and certainly wouldn’t have grown so influential.
  A tyranny like US needs an enemy in order to keep fighting the eternal war and to oppress its own population.
  It started, or rather took off from more modest prewar origins, more or less in 1953, when various representatives from the US government and enterprise removed the democratically elected government of Iran and put a tyrant and terror regime on top, an act that eventually and more than anything led to the revolution in 1979. It’s safe to say that that probably wouldn’t have happened without that crucial act.
  First, there was oil, with the early talks with Arab officials in 1934. Second, it was oil, in a continued attempt at controlling the world’s oil reserves. Those behind the throne in the United States and western countries in general also came to see extreme Islam as a bulwark against communism, with, among other things the creation and support of Al Qaeda in Afghanistan and also a tool to destabilize the Middle East, with ISIS being its latest project of many in that endeavor.
  Israel and the United States use generously each other, in order to add to each other’s conquests. Western imperialism remains alive and well.
  The United States has kept South and Central America in the dirt for centuries by aiding and abetting despotic leaders loyal to US interests. The precedence is well established and obvious.
  Leaders and governments across the world are more than justified when they fear that the United States will depose them and dispose of them at its convenience. The United States is in no way, shape or form anything even approaching a force of good in the world, on the contrary. It has shown its true face countless times. It keeps doing that every day. In this modern age, it can safely be said that it and the forces behind it is worse than ever.
  United States has invaded 123 countries in 200 years, an unprecedented number. US/NATO is the most aggressive military alliance ever. The facts are clear.

Monday, November 16, 2015

A unique perspective

  My unique perspective is there whatever I do, as an artist, a political aware person and as a human being in general. When looking at a given photograph, most people are initially drawn to a certain spot on it. I am usually drawn to a completely different spot, and that is certainly a matter of pride to me. It shows once again that my perception, my focus is truly different. This is true with virtually anything, and contributes to make my novels and most outlooks on life and existence in general completely different compared to most people.
  I look for different things when I read or write a novel, take a photograph or decide upon which political action to take, both because there is a vast need for doing that, and because it is what I want, what I yearn for in the deepest parts of my being.
  Each person is unique, one snowflake among billions. The world and humanity and life in general, the very Universe we live in are so much more than any attempt at streamlining and lessen that.
  Yes, we, humanity, all life, really have a connection, a common purpose, but we are nor One. What that purpose, that direction is, is completely up to each and every one of us to define for ourselves, and that, in itself is the purpose, is such a valuable part of our existence.

  Those in charge want to narrow life down, reduce it into manageable pieces. Resist them, resist such a hostile-to-life view with everything you are, and fight to become the marvelous creature of chaos, creativity and variety you are born to be. Having a unique perspective is being human.

Monday, October 26, 2015

Twenty-five hours in London

  We arrived with the Underground from Heathrow at Green Park Station at 1.45 in the afternoon local time on October 20th, and left from the same spot almost exactly twenty-five hours later.
  My friend got a hotel room with another, but I didn’t. I had decided to stay awake all the time, both for financial reasons and in order to enjoy every second of the short stay, and I did. It’s also fairly easy for me, with preparations and lots of coffee to stay awake for thirty-six hours.
  We started off with dinner and coffee afterwards. The start of most of my London visits is the good meal and giant Cappuccino coffee, not necessarily in that order. It usually gives me what I call «the London feeling», kickstarting it, if you will, and it did this time as well.
  I didn’t meet up with many of my London friends this time, but mostly did photographing, dining and playing poker. Most of the photographing took place in and around Green Park, on Piccadilly and Piccadilly Circus. My plan before arrival was slightly more ambitious, but as usual, I just managed to do less than half of everything I had set out to do in London. Great distractions and inspirations are everywhere.
  Most of the photos were taken during twilight and the early evening. The mere process of doing them always feels great to me. The photographer always sees more than the human being alone, or rather, simplifying it: the process of the passionate art photographer taking photos makes the passionate human being see and even feel more.
  It dawned on me only much later that I had not filmed anything, not a single clip.
  I visited a few pubs as well, taking in the mood, having a few Guiness beers. It didn’t really affect me much, didn’t make me more intoxicated than I already was. The fairly brief visits still gave me a lot, in terms of inspiration and quiet experience, of taking in the mood at the various places.
  I was ready, very ready for the poker playing.
  The game itself turned out to be an unremarkable performance on my part. It wasn’t my evening. I usually win money, either a little or a lot when I play, but that night I didn’t. It happens and don’t usually bother me. I truly win or lose with the same mind or mindset.
  Playing poker is always a win/win situation for me. Whether or not I win or lose money, the mere process of playing always makes me dig deep into myself, and thus I open up myself, and inspiration blooms. I wrote notes and thoughts for two hours without break in my Diary of a Traveling Man after I stopped playing.
  I moved beyond an obstacle in my novel Lewis of Modern York I had wrestled with for months.
  I spent the night at the casino, leaving in the early morning for quite a few more intense experiences.
  I visited a quiet, concealed «townhall meeting» south of the river, not so much a meeting but an orientation about future events. It still made my spirit soar.
  I ended the London visit as I started it, with dining and coffee.
  It was all very intense. I felt like we spent weeks there, and not only twenty-five hours. I know I will reap the benefits of the Journey for weeks, both in terms of an elevated good mood and ongoing higher level of creativity.

  Postscript: It was my first time in the fairly new Heathrow Terminal 5. It was quite unremarkable. All airports, old and new seem more or less the same to me. We couldn’t help but noticing what a bad spot for disabled people it had to be, though. Getting around out there alone must be a nightmare for people with wheelchairs and those unable to walk the vast distances. I can’t imagine the so called Lichfield Suite for those with special needs and needs for special assistance, can counter that. While Gatwick has moving sidewalks, for instance, Terminal 5 doesn’t. There are other problems. A shiny new airport lacks essential facilities for disabled people. They need far more time and effort to get around compared to others. That’s more than typical for the new Great Society the current ruling political party in the UK wants to make, I guess.

  Second postscript: I ended up staying awake for forty-nine hours (and sleeping for fourteen the next day, waking up at six o’clock in the evening). Lots of new and intense thoughts need to be engraved.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

The happy, positive anthem

  This is the first published poem from the new collection I'm slowly writing, one that might be published approximately ten years from now.

  I can hear the music
  I listen to the song
  I smell the stinking coffee
  The message is clear

  Our soldiers slaughter people
  In large numbers
  Our prime minister kills by proxy
  Our president sends drones
  To kill and maim children
  The message is clear

  People hear this old and new news
  They see what’s going on
  It’s not that difficult
  But they shrug
  And keep singing
  The happy and positive anthem
  The message is clear