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Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Imagining America


My university study proper resumed today with the first classes of my literature unit (Imagining America, led by Dr David Kelly with whom I’ve studied previously – his Literature and Cinema course on book to film adaptations).  Typically (for me) I mossed the first class, a one hour lecture, thanks to a meeting running over at work.  I suppose I can’t complain too much.  NDS is allowing me the flexibility I need to study at all.  But I’ll try hard in the future not to miss classes.  I did make it to the first of our weekly two-hour seminars; this week an introduction to the course as a whole.  I volunteered to take the first week’s seminar topic (next Tuesday) on Walt Whitman with a particular focus on The Song of Myself.  I was the only person to put my hand up for Whitman, which I was rather pleased about.  I’m not keen on undergraduate group work.  To be honest, it’s because every time it’s foisted upon me my mark drops a notch or two. 

This afternoon we discussed the idea of America, considered within the context of American Exceptionalism and ‘the American experiment’ in nationhood and nation-building.  There were divergent views on the extent to which the exceptionalism notion still features in contemporary political philosophy (as distinct from current political discourse).  I tended towards that remains live within both philosophy and discourse (thinking of Bush and the Neo-Cons not so long ago or the Tea Party today).  A couple of my fellow students argued a similar perspective (with a sounder base in fact than I offered).  Dr Kelly saw it as less real in the current political philosophies at play in modern America although still a strong driver in the public discourse of candidates competing for office.  He argued (I think) that we’re in a different phase, beyond the triumphant and imperialist march of the great 20th Century powerhouse, although the USA remains a great power but the hegemony of the white, Anglo-Saxon Protestant elite that emerged from the ‘founding fathers’ is waning (Dr Kelly suggests) as the nation fragments, diversifies and re-considers internally its foundation myths while, economically and culturally, the idea of American hegemony in a globalised economy as reached its limits. 

Rip Van Winkle by John Howe
We started our literary examination of an imagined America with Washington Irving’s Rip Van Winkle.  I read the story as a child.  The only part that stuck with me was the part about the man who falls asleep for 20 years.  I remember it as a modern fairy tale – Dr Kelly used the term ‘tall tale’ which has more meaning in the American context; that’s the tradition Faulkner was invoking with As I Lay Dying. Although I read the story before the class and was able to offer some analysis and interpretation of it – particularly around the portrayal of women, the soft spot it exhibits for the laconic, ne’er do well male hero, the reassurance of continuity and progress around or across the bifurcating disruption of the long sleep, among others - I was struck by the differences between Dr K’s much closer, more analytical reading of the text than I could manage.  I realise, of course, that he’s a full time academic at a major institution and that American literature is one of his areas of interest.  Nevertheless, I should have been able to see more than I did.  My reading must become more analytical.  I need to become more rigorous in asking myself what’s going on and seeing the answers present in the text.  So I didn’t adequately describe the contrast in women’s roles before and after the big sleep (Dame Van Winkle may be a shrew but she has agency; Rip Van Winkle’s daughter is domesticated and nurtures the next male generation).  I didn’t see the satire on the monarchy or on the transfer of power from King George to George Washington (asking the question, to what extent has circumstances truly changed / improved for ordinary people?).

The point is this: I must sharpen my powers of observation.  I need to see better what it is that’s going on inside a text, not simply what’s happening with or to the story or its characters.  I’m looking forward to the rest of the semester.  I may even learn something.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Depressing, isn't it?

An article by Aryn Baker, Middle East Bureau Chief for TIME:

Three shots ring out in close succession, and the woman’s shawl-shrouded body slumps to the ground. Whoops, cheers and praise to Allah follow another four shots into her inert form. The latest video footage to come out of Afghanistan purports to show the execution of an allegedly adulterous woman at the hands of the Taliban. The video, filmed last month on a mobile phone and obtained by Reuters, is shocking. But even more atrocious is the fact that such incidents are on the rise in Afghanistan, from Taliban executions to gruesome punishments like cutting off noses and ears, whippings and the forced amputations of hands for accusations of theft. The Afghan Independent Human Rights Commission notes that cases of extreme violence against women are on the rise — some are Taliban-inflicted, but many are simply eruptions of ancient forms of tribal justice unchecked by Afghan society and the government. The Taliban, after all, based their extreme edicts not just on a fundamentalist interpretation of Islamic law but also on tribal traditions that predate Islam. This latest video, as many have pointed out, supposedly presages the fate of Afghanistan’s women when foreign troops pull out over the next 2½ years. But the fact that such punishments continue to be meted out even with some 100,000 foreign troops still on the ground in Afghanistan is an indication that when it comes to women’s rights at least, the 11-year experiment in nation building has come to very little. And that has less to do with the commitment to women than with the weak support for education across the board.

Monday, July 09, 2012

The Murders of the Rue Morgue

Charles Gemora plays the ape in the 1932 film
What a weird little tale, so entirely dependent upon the exotic, orientalism of an Orang Utan from Borneo; an animal that could not have been well-known in 1841 from a place that most readers would have known almost nothing about (if they knew anything at all).  I was about half way through reading the tale when I remembered that I read it once before, years and years ago, probably when I was a teenager.

It seems so quaintly old-fashioned despite its graphic, Gothic imagery of violence.  When it was published though, it must have been read as shockingly modern.  Did Poe invent the private detective with his character Dupin?  He pre-dates Sherlock Holmes by nearly fifty years and must surely have been part of Conan Doyle's thinking as he constructed the acutely perceptive, supremely analytical Holmes.

Sunday, July 08, 2012

Reading Walt Whitman

I have said that the soul is not more than the body,
And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,
And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is,
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud,
And I or you pocketless of a dime may purchase the pick of the earth,
And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod confounds the learning of all times,
And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero,
And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheel'd universe,
And I say to any man or woman, Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.

(Song of Myself, the opening lines of Section 48)

Must be a Presbyterian cartoonist ...

New Yorker Magazine, July 2012

Saturday, July 07, 2012

Eragon

Good CGI dragon, shame about the movie.  I should have known better and not wasted two hours of my life ... again!!

Friday, July 06, 2012

Speak softly and carry a big box of chocolates?

My thank you gift from the National Union of Students for speaking today at day three of its education conference.  I was asked to talk about the National Disability Insurance Scheme.  I covered everything from the bubonic plague and the Ordinance of Labourers of 1349 through to my observation that most lesbians don't testify to their sexuality by putting spots on their foreheads.  My generous audience lapped it all up then gave prolonged and stormy applause (as the Communist Party reprints of Lenin's better-known speeches used to note).  Spike opened the chocolates when she returned from her night out.  I'll pay for those unnecessary calories with extra time on my Titanic 800!!!! Three days in a row now since Spike installed it.  Let's hope it's a trend emerging.

Thursday, July 05, 2012

John Carter of Mars

Forbes Magazine liked it
We watched John Carter this evening.  What can one say?  It's not as terrible as some would have you believe; not terrible at all.  I quite enjoyed it (although there was quite a bit of Basil Exposition in the middle third).  Spike described it as a perfectly watchable early-period science fiction, which sounds about right.  It is true that there's a rather 1930's cheesiness about it but it does look gorgeous.










It's not wholly original as a film (which is an understatement).  Let me think.  There's ...
  • Star Wars (various scenes stolen directly from several films)
  • Dances With Wolves
  • Gladiator
  • Flash Gordon
  • Any number of John Ford Westerns
  • The dog out of Up
  • Cleopatra (the Elizabeth Taylor version)
  • Superman
  • That ridiculous fourth Indian Jones film
  • A bit of Hammer horror meets steam punk Sherlock Holmes
  • Tarzan the Ape Man
  • Several cheesy episodes of Star Trek
You get the point.  But you know, I've spent more than the $5.99 it cost us from iTunes to watch far worse.  If they made a sequel (and it clearly ended with a sequel in mind) I'd watch it.  Given the poor box office in America, though, I doubt that any of the other ten books will ever make it to the silver screen.

Wednesday, July 04, 2012

Titanic 800

Get Muscular, Stronger, Unbeaten
TITANIC 800
200 LBS. RESISTANCE
OVER 200 KILLER EXERCISES
Just 11 Minutes Every time ...

Well that's what it says on the box.  Spike picked up the exercise kit from the post office in the large box sent by the good people  at Zazz (one bargain-price item ... and only one item on sale ... each day).  It's a pulley system (with three differently weighted cords) that hangs on the back of a door.  After Spike set up the gizmo on the door to our spare bedroom I started my first session: 15 minutes of pulling weights (which probably took closer to 25 minutes by the time I stopped faffing about) trying 4 quite distinct exercises.  I had to work hard (for me) on two of them.  I think this new arrangement is going to work.  I'm very glad.

I am definitely weaker now than I've been for years.  I must get stronger and fitter if I am to regain and retain functional independece. So I now have no excuse. I need to put in at least fifteen minutes every day to start with and build up.  If I don't report real improvements within a couple of months I'm a fraud.

Tuesday, July 03, 2012

TED talks: Bryan Stevenson


TED Talks: one of the best you'll see

Monday, July 02, 2012

Another cheery tale from Poe

Opium this time, rather than alcohol.  A dying woman confined in a turret rather than entombed in a wall.  A guilt-stricken narrator.  And a Gothic sensibility that pre-dates the Hammer Horror films of the 1960s by more than 120 years.  How Gothic can an author be and yet get away with it?  Try this from Ligeia:

Ligeia at ebooks@adelaide
The room lay in a high turret of the castellated abbey, was pentagonal in shape, and of capacious size. Occupying the whole southern face of the pentagon was the sole window — an immense sheet of unbroken glass from Venice — a single pane, and tinted of a leaden hue, so that the rays of either the sun or moon, passing through it, fell with a ghastly lustre on the objects within. Over the upper portion of this huge window, extended the trellice-work of an aged vine, which clambered up the massy walls of the turret. The ceiling, of gloomy-looking oak, was excessively lofty, vaulted, and elaborately fretted with the wildest and most grotesque specimens of a semi-Gothic, semi-Druidical device. From out the most central recess of this melancholy vaulting, depended, by a single chain of gold with long links, a huge censer of the same metal, Saracenic in pattern, and with many perforations so contrived that there writhed in and out of them, as if endued with a serpent vitality, a continual succession of parti-colored fires.

The odd thing (it seems odd to me) about these Gothic tales (and the doom-laden poetry) is that they were mostly written before Virginia's death, not after.  In 1838 when Ligeia was written or 1845 (The Black Cat and The Raven) the horror of a young wife's death had not been visited upon Poe.  If the chronology had been reversed, the wife's death (aged 25) then the Gothic writing, one might see a possible point of origin.  But that's not how Poe's story went, so where did the tales spring from, I wonder?

Sunday, July 01, 2012

Call that art?

Andy Warhol, 1963
We had brunch with Jon Simpson and Rosie Birch at the teeming Deus cafe on Parramatta Road.  The food was decent enough; nothing remarkable but a good place to sit and chat.  So we enjoyed a good couple of hours catching up on their whistle-stop tour of the UK, their five days in New York, New York and Spike's adventures in the Australian art world.  Jon brought a gift from MoMA.  He said he saw the poster and immediately thought of me.  Am I that transparently obvious?  A philistine! 

As David Bowie chorused on Hunky Dory

Andy Warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy Warhol, Silver Screen
Can't tell them apart at all