Who knew that cannibalism in Iraq

Who knew that cannibalism in Iraq would invoke SigmundFreud’s Civilization against the Discontents.
                                             
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Doesn’t it’s horror put the 9/11 ambush into a gestalt of animosity and revenge against Western civilization?   Your re brought up on values that are being cauterized and vitiated by  cannibalism that  cyber space  and digital turf have helpenergize.
Cannibalism indeed!
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Who knew that the pleasure principle inbred within the Westerngalaxy would anchor depravity. To subject the planet to a SiliconValley merciless technology.
The myth of the Minotaur, seeking to demystify his very myth.  Mr. Hyde’s counter point  to  Dr Jekyll? 
Yethe reality of the caved Aegean Sea  monster  waovercome by his own self destructiveness.
His ultimate passion  in the grip of his murderous soul: his struggle with the Athenian’s Prince guile.
That  agility slew the Minotaur: the Dragon in the  Aesop  Grimm fairy tales of our youth.
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  “Captain Blood’s” swashbuckling comes back to haunt the avenger. Cannibal headhunters, relishing their “Lawrence of Arabia ‘s lightning speed, to look in the mirror and see the image of their horror.
“The Lives of the Bengal Lancers  The French Foreign Legionaiding and abetting mothers and their childrenA brutalitycommitted in the name of a counter point..
A betrayal indeed!
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Do we hear the Minotaur screaming for mercy?
What goes around comes around.                  
Sigmund Freud’s Civilization against the Discontents’ playingout…..

August 21, 2014 The City that never sleeps


















































“Goodbye Mr. Chips”

“Goodbye Mr. Chips” starring Robert Donat as the  Latin teacher , who in his retirement has a cold at 83…in his recovery, he relives his career in  Robin Williams “Dead Poet’s Society.
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Whatever the bullies in that boarding school, the demons in hi  acting roles outside the dominance he played in his silver screenelectrifying genius, his persona was larger than most comedians. His brush escaped any monotony or boredom….he transcendedhis critical range , a deterrent to the absurdity surrounding our Earthiness and common sense..
That person took aim at the establishment: a swashbuckling idiom, the Peter Pan  hop skip and jumping rope, mercilessly into joy and laughter, his swift repartee and monologue outweighing any of his brilliant predecessors.
Charlie Chaplin, Ed Wynn, Buster KeatonHarold Lloyd who got stuck on London’s Big Ben. He seemed to be complete as his wit and satire evoked joy and laughter in a century where 9/11 evoked tragedy and sadness in our way of life.
But he persisted, tackling “Good morning Vietnam, he being the planet’s voice…impeccable timing, his palette dissenting the commonplace and the ordinary, his diatribe going to pettiness and phoniness.  
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He ransacked Fred Allen’s alley. Senator Glaghorn, Portia Hoffman, the tourist guide into celebrity homes and pretenses.
When he couldn’t elaborate their vices, howling with mocked laughter, his persona identifying with the speciousness, the disenfranchised taking what was acceptable in society.Particularly uptight and hypocritical.
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How his persona could disc lofty halos of once sanctimonious fictions used to mask money grubbing. Chaplin’s “MonsieurVerdoux” comes to mind.
Robert Donat’s “Goodbye Mr. Chips” looms credible because the schoolmaster must come to grips with his bullying tauntingassailantssitting in that stuffy staid  Latin classroomin stuffy class conscious England.
A scenario akin to Oxford University’s Philosopher ,  Professor Iris Murdoch’s
“Why Plato banished the artists?”
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‘The spiritual ambiguity of art is its connection with the limitless unconscious. Its use of irony. Its interest in evil worried Plato. But the very ambiguity and ubiquitous of art is its characteristic freedom.
Art especially literature is its great hall of reflection where we can all meet and where everything under the sun can be examined and considered.’

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Will we soon forget Robin Williams? He was above mediocrity and found his voice in our post 9/11 time. His empathy seemedway beyond his stand up tv comedy. May his tumbling laughterendure wherever there’s a need for open heart surgery, a knife of laughter, joy and  restore  our earliest glimpses of a galaxy beyond our stuffiness of Reality gone bonkers.
Robin Williams will bring us back to Earth. M ay his “DeadPoet’s Society” be recognized as the   continuum of “Goodbye Mr. Chips”.
May his persona endure forever….    
August 14, 2014. The city that never sleeps.







The fugitive from a chain gang turned to Huckleberry Finn

The fugitive from a chain gang turned to Huckleberry Finn as Mark Twain’s creation turned aside his navigating finesse,raising his oar to the raft. “What is it, Jim?”
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“I don’t want to sound fortissimo, Huck. These are extraordinary times.  Can you see through the Ebola virus in the geography of my African origin . Liberia, Sierra Leone, Nigeria. The epidemic’s variation scores a hopeless desperation of a Iraqireligious  sect cut off from any support from the cosmopolitanand civilized word while, they gather bodies and souls,   being sacrificed to the merciless bullying aggressiveness of a splinter group of Arabs.
“On a scale not seen since Hitler massacred 6 million in the Holocaust. Fleeing for salvation, these Iraqi hordes sought refuge on a mountain top, the belligerent tribesmen… machetesand machine guns blasting away, Huck.
The syncopation transcends the United Nations. A n insane deadening virus ….uncontrollable. And we folks on our rat floating down the Mississippi, our own live s on a different wave length. Our hands tied behind our backs as evil wipes outeradicates  innocence atop a mountain top in Iraq.”
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Huck took a deep breath,  inhaling the embola virus was going right to the survival of the species on another Continent. He broke the River’s current, the oar slipping those muddied currents. “Aunt Polly would know what course of action to take, Jim,” he said, wistfully, his neurons clashing with the TomSawyer’s personality and consciousness, he turned his back on.
To liberate Jim, the fugitive from a chain gang. 
“We can go the Moon, scale the craters. “One small step for man .  A giant leap for mankind.”.
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“To think how a nation of immigrant descendants can go so far into Cyber space and the digital configuration. But an entire race of our own passage to India is  at the crossroads of ahardened merciless aggressor. To obliterate their victims, theestablishment waving their pon  pons, watching from their privileged on line indifference to  a blood shedding catastrophe, minutes away from another9/11 ambush.
“What can we do?” choked Huck. “I’m only Tom Sawyer’s alterego. A selfish role player from Aunt Polly’s ménage. Cant get out of myself, Jim.”
August 10, 2014 The City that never sleeps.      

Dodger sportscaster Vince Scully made apronouncement

On hearing Dodger sportscaster Vince Scully’s pronouncement that he signed on for the farewell tour of his 66 year career, long before the  Dodgers   migrated lock stock and barrel to the City of Angels. Chavez Ravine in essence, the renowned EbbetsField on Brooklyn’s Bedford Avenue before, but a memorial scene vanished into the unconscious, orchestrated into condos and long leased  terrace apartments.
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But it was Scully’s spirited articulation that made the listener’s donkey ears wiggle, the vibes crashing those potato crops,incubating between the lobes.
Ah! Those 66 years that Vince matriculated in his coast to coast “poetics”.. A fanfare that few mortals can attested for. “Sixty sixyears of a benevolent scorecard, penciling in the Brooklyn Los Angeles Dodger pastime. The “Field of Dreams” where innocence and base stealing go hand and hand. Even to stealing signals from enemy coaches on the baselines as dugout marauders disguise, camouflage their fingers, handseyebrow, caps . Swishes across their numbered blouses.
A metaphor into an allegorical cracker box,  mustachio on a hot dogged bun, magnifying a war: an aggressive battle, played at high stakes and moneyed free agency after Curt Flood broke the 7 year chains for being one, with his  sharecropper owner.
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A glorious Peter Pen passage of youthful dreams, akin to sailing homemade sail boats on the Prospect Park Lake. The very motion, transfiguring the sails movement in the water’s ripples.
But it went beyond  high wonder, transfiguring Capra’s “It’s a wonderful life” starring Jimmy Stewart, featuring Ward Bond as the stalwart cop  the bridge as General Stewart was thinking ofhari kari. Despondent about his bank defaultingon his neighbors loans. 
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Could Gladys Gooding  sing her lungs out to exemplify the bank’s failing? The rat a tat  of Hilda and her misfit band of pots and pans, their crashing symbols but a bleacher clutch for the 2014 Metropolitan  Opera union cataracts and contracts where once meeting of the voices and musical gifts  wasn’t a spoiler of a walkout. A federal arbiter into the clashing orchestration $s..
Would it all go down the drain? Could these broadcasters  of the national pastime like Red Barber, Scully’s mentor at EbbetsField, tactfully and diplomatically weigh the pros and cons.Liberating  each side’s position so they can once again “play ball” .
Negotiations   gone stalehumor and laughter    enveloping the once terse and tense battle field of give and take. Compromise being the rule of thumb, the name of the game..baseballs obiter dictum of a “prayer” to renew an open minded dialogue.
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Not to say that Vince Scully’s adds an immortal gusto to the flowing poetry of his soulful lungs.. Transcending Caruso, derBingle,’ Frank Sinotra and all those crooners who gave an extra dimensional sparkle to  solemn words and melodious musical language on paper.
How could the intertwining of their brain neurons be reconciled? Where in our cyber space digital galaxy of stats, find a common ground.
A transcendental “Play ball” by umpires Bill Klem! Majorkurth!
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Meanwhile how do the fans perceive Vince Scully’s 86 year old life? A poetic euphoria of 66, playing out  .His  mentor being Red Barber, coming from his retired “ catbird’s seat” in Tallahassee, Florida...
Never a shill for the owners…Dan Topping of the Bronx Bombers later. Nor the  Dodger new proprietors    LarryMacphail throwing the dice for a Dodger team, competing withStonehams Giants and those Baba Ruth Lou Gehrig JoeDimaggio Bombers from the Bronx.
Vince Scully’s legacy of 86 years may begin with the Gashouse Gang of Pepper Martin, Branch Rickey, Leo “the lip” Durocher, the St Louis Cardinals of Stan the man Musial with his harmonica, those batting eyes and memory, calibrating the pitcher’s arm.. The ball release off his  fingers.                                                                                                                                                                                                      
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Oh those catatonic knothole kid 55 cent bleacherson the Bedford Avenue center field stage: Leo Durocher as player manager. “Nice guys finish last” retiring to the dugout, mastering signals to his Charley Dressen coaches…..Walter Alston, Tommy Lasorda subsequent managers at Chavez Ravine.
Pete Reiser concussion crashing into the center field wall,chasing  a fly ball .Dolphh Camilii on first, Howie Schultz  wartime sub, and Boston Celtic draft ,during Red Auerbach’s basketball immortals.
Breaking the color line with UCLA’s Jackie robinson at the midway point. Pee Wee, Eddie Stanky, Billy Herman, EddieBasinskiEddie MIksis, Pee Ccscarart, Bobby Bragan, Lew Riggs, Arkie Vaughan, Cookie Lavagetto Billy Cox at the hot corner, Junior Gilliam, Don Zimmer as a backup to  captain Pee Wee.
In left field Joe “Dusty” Medwick, Gene Hermanski….Center Duke Snider and Reiser.. Al Gionfrido chasing down a Willy Mays fly ball…The Waner brothers Lloyd and Paul..theadvertising sign  of clothing FREE suit if batter hits the sign”by Abe Stark, father to Ray Stark’s ”Annie”
Augie Galan Goody Rosen and French Bourdaray in  right….Dixie Walker and Carl Furillo, guarding the pasture in right field. Pitchers Wyatt, Higbe, Curt Davis, “Fat” FreddyFitzsimmons, Hugh Casey from the bullpen, Ralph Branca(married the boss’s daughter),  ace lefty Sandy Koufax from Lafayette High, Don Drysdale of Van Nuys High and owner of the Dugout” on Oxnard, Preacher Roe, Rex Barney, Hal Greg,Ed Head, Johnny Podres, Joe Black, Don Newcomb, Sal Magliethe barber, Bobo Newsome’s blooper ball, Cal Abrams, VanLingle Mungo. Managers LeoDressenCasey Stengel out of Glendale, Gil Hodges, his first baseman  extraordinary, *whose dream died too young, Walter Alston 
Mickey Owen of old reliable Tommy Heinrich’s passed ball,the hated Yankees winning the World Series , 1941. *The Mick passing at 89, Old Reliable at 97.
Roy Campanello, “Campy”, a  more recent neighbor of piano playing Liberace, Encino, California.
Vince Scully’s 86 years … thru two wars and 9/11. May the baseball Gods give him an encore, comparable  to Winston Churchill, leader of the free world, World War 2, whose voice was grafted by his mother, her birth in Brooklyn Heights, thirty minutes from Ebbets Field, where Vince Scully found his own..
August 1, 2014 The City that never sleeps.