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A Telus van drove by me today. Looks like they're donating to charity and they want us all to love them for it. I guess I'm the only one who would be more impressed if they paid their debts first. What's this I heard about my bridges? Is some new asshole butchering my music? Flag the fool. I can take it after I saw Mick Jagger singing Nothing but Ashes on YouTube. Sure was at a loss for how I was going to convince anyone else that I wrote the song though. Way back, nine years ago now. I shared those last two vlogs on YouTube in 2007 as well. Amazing how similar they turned out again when it was all out of apparently spontaneous life experience, just like my music and my poems and everything else that the TV and radio stole from me in the last nine years. I'll just remind you all that I had those two hundred songs on a cassette in 2007 and erased them from my computer for security reasons. Then some ass stole my cassette and not only was it too much for me to remember and redo but it was too troubling to contemplate how my songs might be used. That's why I forgot them. Is that understandable? I think so. Some other ass stole my book of handwritten poems. And yet another ass stole my sketch pad full of cartoons. Your TV and radio supported and profited from the crime and now they may want you to love them for making a donation to charity instead of paying me back. Now for this DVD: Flight from Death: the Quest for Immortality. It needs no praise, it already has multiple awards and praise. NBC News calls it moving and thought provoking. I started watching it and I didn't make it past the first half hour. Are they serious with that title? Because that's the kind of title I might use for a comedy sketch. Oh, I read on the jacket that it's based on Ernest Becker's book, Denial of Death. Why didn't they call it that? That's a much better title. Yes, he theorized that death anxiety was the chief driving force behind human aggression and violence. So how many ways are you going to rephrase it in this documentary? This topic is too dry for a documentary, it belongs in a lecture hall. All this film does is take a university lecture and punctuate it with a bunch of random images and pan across cemeteries with sappy music in the background. Well, when I think of Ernest Becker's book, I don't feel like playing If I Were a Carpenter in a graveyard. I take his work seriously. So many awards. Did these people all meet in film school? I got more out of the jacket than I did out of the feature. |
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Tuesday, April 5, 2016
Flight from Boredom
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