Flash

It was suggested to me last night at a literary gathering that I should watch The Beachcombers. Given that my history of television viewing is a bit limited I decided to give a warm up sprint of viewing before this undertaking of Flash Gordon. A remastered DVD I picked up for 50 cents. Myself and the small Puffin enjoyed some restorative post Halloween supine viewing of Flash.

It took me a great deal longer than him to figure out who Flash Gordon was. How’d you know it’s him? I’d suggested it was another fella. Easy he said I looked at the cover of the DVD and he’s identical. I temporarily could not quite see the resemblance and must get my eyes tested a toute vitesse. If you cannot recognize Flash this is a serious impediment.

We so enjoyed indulging in the Christmas present head dresses and brilliant bouncy spring machine with light bulbs on the end — very Wheel of Fortune — against which Flash agus a chairde were pressed and buzzed by the villains. The fab desk that looked like the ledge in the bank and the purposeful dialogue: “Well hello there Gordon.” at the denouement.

A perfect episode and still 2 more to go and yet another ww2 Pacific aviation adventure waiting before we comb the beach territory.

Þig eða þú

 

Mörg ár síðan ég reyndi að læra þetta tungumál
Ég hafði í út auðvitað dagsetningu og kassettum
Ég fór daglega á bókasafnið
Síðan ég fór til Íslands
Þeir sögðu mér ég var að segja þú, ekki þú. Ég var að tala Shakespeare.
Góða nótt.

 

 

Rhotic 7

Ding

Tá an fliú muc leanaí ag an scoil

Táim ag súil beidh sé anois ag an doras go luath

Inné bhí sé an-foggy lá atá inniu ann ach bhí na sléibhte soiléir agus an spéir gheal.

Chonaic mé Primetime ar an fliú muc in Éirinn.

Tá fear an dá linn a fhios dó.  Fear ó Thuaisceart le gáire mhor.

 

Hyper extension

This is curious from 1964, I think French doc on gymnastics: was particularly drawn to Caslavska in the first sequence. The sport was so much more balletic, now and really since the 70’s it’s been all hyper extension of limbs and high risk and tornado tumbling. It was the repetition that I loved about being a gymnast and the lines, whether it was a tumbling sequence of the line of your leg and extended foot in relation to your arm and hand. And the way you had to use all your strength to uncurl your body to an extended straight line, relying on your shoulders and wrists to get your there because sometimes from sitting you’d have nothing other than that.

Postal habitat

Rhotic 6

Uafásach lá Ding.

Fadhbanna an maidin leis an múinteoir ceoil

Tá maidin Dé Sathairn luath sin le linn

Chastised dom Cuanach .. “mam a dúirt mé liom a fháil ar am ceacht éagsúla nach bhfuil miondealú néaróg

Ag iarraidh a mhíniú dó nach bhfuil an domhan i gcónaí mar ba chóir é a

Ba chóir go mbeadh an domhan ar ndóigh, gach oibriú comhoibriú agus Scooby Doo agus laughter

Grá sé Nob Nation. An nach greannmhar? Biffo agus a chairde. Cad a buachaill!

Notes

These are notes (and subsequent links) I wrote while listening to Steve McCaffrey talk loosely around the topic of a multitude of topics. (Lacan was an entry point at some point) He’s a very interesting, including bloke. Initially I struggled to understand much of what he was talking about, hence there are a few pointers on how I might improve my bathroom cleaning, but eventually I settled and simmered with him and the conversation. Mainly I just grabbed words out of the air that were floating past me. Some of the names I am not familiar with hence dubiousmos spelling. This is an attempt to document what exists in auditory, no context acquisition, and what the precise words really are and relate to. Sort of like listening to any foreign language. Amendments will be added in another colour.

Badiou, multiplicity

irrefutable rhetoric

scrubbing the tub

questioning of transcindental position

lusian (sp?) position

Should have got bleach for the toilet.

propositional nature. Conceptual persona

populated with subjectivity

but. but. but. but. but

letters on thinking

letters on humanism letter on humanism

allusion to next name

rogues language

Francis Grose

Dictionary of slang

Samuel Johnson

establish orthography, class war impossible, sorry that should be class war imposition of corporate language on minimum wage workers

Wittgenstein, Dictionary of errors

end of carnival, standardisation of language.

Mass mediation. Hysterics discourse. Question. You think you’ve changed things: what is the measure of that change?

Humility: what it can be, what it can’t be? Language takes itself out of language

Philosophy trying to get rid of metaphysics.

Poetics of the local, poetics of monstration (sp?). Neoliberalism. ethics of humility. Politics without party/effect change

Airport limo driver. Focus of energy in relation to work.

How does desire operate? You can’t isolate desire, perpetual deferment.

How does subjectivity play out in notion of nation?

Constructed national identities

Areas that need emancipation.

Aristotle Acedia. Accidie

Spasmodics: male abjection. Sydney Dobela (sp?) Tennyson. Byron: man from McCain (oven chips) Cain maybe! Manfred maybe!

The Death Walk Necromon. Mushima. Mishima (Yukio Mishima)

Social subversion gay subject

Desire for non desire This may have been no desire.

No social imagination beyond capitalism.

Languages of overarching structure. Working thru the structure. Moments of access. Bataille looking to precapitalist notions.

Shiftiness topographical the shiftiness.

The Sound of Mr Neal Rockwell III

To clarify I did actually hear the sound of Mr Neal Rockwell, he was the breathy character at the beginning of his radio play, he has a voice utterly charmant, whether it’s exaggerated or not. He has a very funny ring to him. I keep getting derailed from recalling his sound piece because these are such auditory days. Autumn is maybe our most auditory season. Today alone there was a car wash of sounds around my ears without even having to listen.

Ugh disaster, just typed an epic description on the sound of Neal Rockwell and the internet mysteriously gobbled it up. I am yet again derailed from detailing it. Sweet mercy divine! How long can this thwarting persist? I had even named the two voices besotted with chicken legs (bwcl) and Pedantic with assurity (Pwa). The cruelty of technology.

Red Saturday

My head is licht, my heart is weak, my een are growing blin’;

The bairn is faen’ aff my knee -Oh! John catch haud o’ him,

From The Last Sark Ellen Johnson (factory poet, 1859) (found in Working Class Women Poets in Victorian Britain edited by the deft and marvelous Florence S Boos)

Red

Sums up this Saturday morrow perfectly. Occasionally only Red can encapsulate it. It’s a red morning, bruised with green in every sense.

Rhotic 5

Mé iarr ceisteanna roinnt daoine  (no b’fhéidir D’iarr mé ar na ceisteanna ar dhaoine …) an tseachtain seo agus ní bheidh aon D’fhreagair. An bhfuil an iarraidh na ceisteanna níos lú inghlactha san áit seo? Nó do na daoine cheana féin na freagraí.

Tá sé greannmhar is féidir liom a iarraidh ceisteanna agat i nGaeilge nach bhféadfadh leomh mé i mBéarla.

Bhí tú ceart éist mé le báisteach agus codladh níos fearr. Ní dóigh liom go maith codlata na laethanta.

Tá baisteach athraigh Ding anois is féidir liom é a chloisteáil thuas dom a thagann as an spéir.

bhí sé ar maidin uafásach

Rhotic 4

Bhí rud éigin nach raibh tuiscint agam inniu ach mé dearmad a bhfuil sé.

Tá sútha talún sa ghairdín fós.

Tá sé seo ag cur báistí. Éisteacht leat nach bhfuil sé ar an mbóthar an fhuinneog.

Tá súil agam gur féidir leat a chloisteáil dom Ding.

VC Peculiarities

strawberries in the garden in November

fruit flies in the kitchen in November

Robert Moses road vistas you do not notice on the bus.

Ineffective drains that are besieged by the most modest of leaves.

Blue orange combo chairs at Church’s Chicken.