Friday, 20 January 2012

murder

the murderers act of ending  another human being. killing a human is far more significant than killing an animal because they are so much stronger. they have much more vigour and dominate their surroundings. people arent scared of animals on the whole they are scared of other humans.

when you think about what the average human being achieves in a lifetime. to bring that process to a stop prematurely requires a huge effort. the murderer is in some ways a beast, an animal. someone that has not developed the means to exhaust themself due to constraints placed upon them by others. the murderer to be gains a certain amount of freedom from his constraints ie he escapes his abusive father or incarceration and he unleashes himself upon a suitable target. it is frightening in its intensity but the murderer has no more or less enrgy than anyone else he just unleashes it wildly then collapses.

murder is much more a reflex than less violent things like tennis and scrabble. the murderer is compelled in a way the average man will never experience. whilst most of us slowly plod along making a small change to ourselves and the world each day the murderer erupts once, twice, ten times and the rest of their existence is blank. ok i over simplify some murderers are somewhat normal they kill the weak and it doesnt cost themselves so much.

is the murder of someone more significant than the mona lisa ie does that act of violence change the world more than the legacy of da vincis painting. the painting is pointless now it seems, irrelevant. who stands in front of it and quakes, is shaken by what it displays or is moved to any reasonable degree? but when you add up the thousands that have seen it does it change the world more than a 17 year old boy being killed and all the upset and outrage that follows?

Friday, 6 January 2012

everything and nothing

in the beginning there were two things.

there was 'everything'. it was a small scar. it pulsated. it was hideeous and immoral. a nervous raging thing that was too scared to move.

there was 'nothing'. 'nothing' was an infinite plane of glass, minus the glass. it was peace. it was assurred and calm.

now 'everything' raged like a faggot for an aeon or two. then expanded. this expansion, this 'big bang' was the most significant act. if we are to blame anyone for war crimes and atrocities then 'everything' is to blame. it raped and defiled 'nothing' it plundered the infinite clean sheets. eating up the huge meadows of rose petals.


now there was no longer 'nothing' and no longer 'everything'. the two had ceased to exist in the act of rape and now there was 'something'. something - the middle road, a line that weaves between all opposites, all words. it is unconsciousness.

Wednesday, 4 January 2012

another meeting with god

I would like to make a skype video to put on youtube. the skype would involve me (playing myself) and someone else (playing god). iv asked a couple of people but people keep saying no to this great oppertunity. If anyone would like to do it with me send me a message or comment. the script is below.

God: hello james

me: hello God
 god: ....

me: well thanks for meeting with me again
god: no problem

me: well i know we cleared up last time that im a dog turd in the grand scheme of things and thats
something i have now come to terms with.

god..... [says nothing]
me: uh but i am struggling a bit with being a dog turd and life in general.

god: .....
me: so ... well... i was wondering if you could give me a free pass?

god: you will have to explain further
me: well im struggling with basic things in life. getting out of bed, going to the toilet. and im rather sad. so i just wondered if i could just skip life and you could give me a pass to heaven.

god: this is not how life works james. life is a test. you cannot simply skip it and then take the reward of living nobly when you have not made the effort.
james: ok well what about maybe a small voucher or something. uhm like some money so i could go on holiday?

god: look james i cant help you with this. if i did everyone else would want the same and the whole living thing would become farcical. you are just going to have to get on with it.
james: well im not sure i can be held responsible for my actions any more

god: i beg your pardon
james: well i have bad thoughts. someone might get hurt by my hands.

god: look i am not some weak parent or a friend you can bully. if you break the rules i have set out for you. if you trespass against me there will be grave consequences. goodbye.

god disconnected.

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

an amazonian adventure

We were nine days into a trip deep into the amazon river. We packed up our kit and slung it all onto the inflatable boat we were using. Ready to start the day.
There were six of us all together. three of us formed a film crew documenting the other three who were scientists collecting evidence on water quality as we moved along the amazon.

It was raining hard as we got into the boat. Rudolph one of the three scientists said
"i have brought long snorkels for zis situation" he said putting a hand out to make point of the rain.
"ve shall tip ze boat upside down. holding onto the underside of ze boat and use zese snorkels as a vay to breathe. ze propellar will act much the same vay as on an aeroplane propellar when out of ze vawter. driving us forvard"

i looked at the others with disbelief. surely someone would speak out against this idea. i mean going into the river to avoid the rain? but no one spoke up and the authoritarian german was shoeing everyone out of the boat before we had a time to react. everyone clambered out the boat and unaided rudolph turned the boat upside down with the outboard propellar waving in the air.
this surely couldnt work could it? the propellar working out of the water?

"come. come. let us go" rudolph said. he handed each of us a ridiculously long blue snorkel. about six feet long with a ninety degree bend in the middle of it.
now the river was not freezing but it was cold and unpleasant. it got up to my knees before i had to raise an objection to this absurd plan.
"what an earth are we doing rudolph? this is madness. we will be much colder in the river than sat in the boat being rained on.
"nonsense Philip. ze vawter it is qvite vawm" he said standing waist deep in it.
I again looked at the others. But Rudolph was a clever man well regarded by everyone on the trip and in the scientific field he worked in. so the others were willing to follow his commands.

so i followed the rest out into the river. Rudolph put the kit we had in bags which i hoped were waterproof and then ducked underneath the upside down boat with them. he then reappeared without the bags. "ok ze bags are tied to ze lifeboat. okay?.... well let us push za boat"

we pushed the boat out to the point where we could no longer touch the river bed with our feet.
"ok now ve put on our snorkellz and svim under ze boat and take hold of ze seat bars. ok?"
everyone looked at each other now all rather uncomfortable.
Rudolph leading the way. putting his head under the boat till he had vanished except for his long snorkel sticking outside. his two fellow scientists followed suit. perhaps he'd done this before on a previous expedition and they knew how effective it was.
"this is stupid" i said to my two filming cohorts.
they looked blankly back at me. then rudolph reappeared
"come, come. you must all be in position so i can start ze motor."
fixing us with a steely stare. the other two donned their snorkels and vanished under the boat. i treaded water for a few more seconds then followed suit. putting the snorkel into my mouth and ducking under the boat.
once under the boat it was like a small dark cave. i found one of the two bars that were normally used as seating and lifted my torso onto it taking the top half of my body out of the water.
"hello?"
"hallo", "yeah im here", "hello"
another sploosh as someone entered the small airspace above the river, the upside down boat had created.
"ok so ve are all here?" said rudolph
"yes Philip is here" i said. the others followed suit. "yes rebecca is here", Susan is here", John is here""david is here".
"guut, guut. Ok i vill try to start ze engine now. ze boat may jump forward ven it starts so hold onto ze seating bars. yah?"
"ok", "right", "i will"

there was a bit of splashing as rudolph yanked the pull cord to start the motor. he thrashed about for a couple of minutes.
"i cannot seem to start za motor. it must be due to the resistance of the water"
the boat brushed my head. then pressed on it.
"i think the boat is sinking. it seems to be pressing more on my head."
"shit shit. it is. the boat is sinking"
"quick you must hold the boat up whilst i remove za equipment."
i pressed on the boat above my head hoping the others were doing the same. but the boat was sinking further. the neoprene pressing harder on the top of my head.
"Its no good" i said struggling to keep my mouth about the water as it rose and fell with the commotion inside the small airspace. I ducked down swimming under the boat and back out to the river outside of it. taking my snorkel out there were already my two other film crew there.
"for fucks sake!" said John
the three germans still battling to save the equipment as only a few inches of the boat remained above the surface. the weight of the equipment pulling it down.
then rudolph reappeared
"vat are you doing! ve must recover ze equipment and stop ze boat from sinking!
you have your snorkels yah. you must help us"
"it is hopeless rudolph the boat has sunk" i said as the last visible part of the boat was submerged. the two other germans reaapearing from under the boat.
we all treaded water for a moment not sure what to do now. then i headed back to the shore. the others following me. rudolph was the last to return still trying to recover the boat and equipment despite everyone else abandoning it.
we stood on the shore all looking back at rudolph as he gave up on the boat and swam towards us.
then a splash. the flailing crescent of water and the distinctive row of small blunt spikes rising above the water. an alligator.
"rudolph!"
"help him!" rebecca said. looking at me and the other two men.
no one moved as the alligator thrashed about tearing rudolph apart. rudolph could not be seen only the alligators fins and the top of its head showed above the water. then the alligator swam away lightly glancing the surface of the water as it did so. there was no obvious signs of blood in the brown water, no severed limbs. but Rudolph was dead that was quite apparent. any remains must of sank or been taken by the alligator.

now we were all in a dilemma. no supplies. nothing to sleep in or eat and about 200 miles into the amazon from the rivers mouth.
there were 5 of us now.

4 of us didnt make it.
i died being bit by a snake. the two girls both fell in a pit full of spikes. John my filming compatriot died either from starvation or poisoning it wasnt obvious as he had eaten some rather unsavoury things.

now herman the german was the only one left. after trekking through the rainforest for two months he was in rather poor shape. following the rivers edge all the time downstream. then on his 7th day alone he saw a vast ship approaching. a gleaming white super yacht approached. monumental in size. herman waved frantically at the yacht. yelling and screaming
"helloooo!, help me ! here! im here! please help me"
after thirty seconds screaming and waving a man in a suit appeared.
"yes?"
"i am in need of rescue"
"oh you can speak english?" the man said concerned the raggy human was some sort of primitive tribal character with malicous intent.
"yah. yah i am german. but i can speak the english qvite well."
"ok well. i will tell the driver to stop the ship and you will have to swim out to the ladder at the back of the ship"

the man on the ship went out of sight and sure enough the engine stopped. herman swam out to the large yacht. climbed the 30 foot ladder to get onto the deck then was greeted by the man in the suit presumably some sort of butler and another man in a dressing gown.
"well, well well" the dressing gown man said. "this is quite an interesting development in our little trip" the man said with an american accent.
"oh thank you. thank you i was sure i was doomed"
herman then told the man his story of stupidity and disaster.
"what are you doing this deep in the amazon?" herman asked
"we are on a little jaunt looking for the heart of darkness"
"oh no this place is in Rio De janeiro" herman said. "it is also much nicer than the amazon with its beaches and resorts"
"oh ok well rio it is" the man in the dressing gown said. "i will ask the driver to turn the boat around.
the boat however was too large. it would not turn around without grounding the front and back of the ship. so instead they had to go back down the river in reverse. from there they sailed to Rio.

now it was no accident herman was saved from death. for he had helped his mother and father in his youth. and was a conscientious young man so god saw fit to spare him.


the end

ok i ran out of patience with this after a while and blitzed the end of the story. it would be nice if anyone read the whole thing please leave me a comment if you did or TL DR or any other critique would be appreciated.