Tuesday, January 31, 2017
And Trump casts some oil on such fire and carnage with anti-Muslim segregation!
January 30, 14:00
pm
THIS IS BARBARIC, BUT IT WILL TAKE TWO OR
THREE MORE GENERATIONS TO COME MAYBE TO SOME KIND OF AN END.
There is no good side.
Cameroon is an ex-French-and-German colony that
has a very strange history. The more humane way would be to cut the country in
two. But that was done in Sudan and the south is now engulfed in a civil war
within their own limits. And who can decide? What procedure to implement such a
project?
All Black African countries inherit a
millennium (if not two or even maybe three) long situation in which one
dominant tribe (Muslim before the arrival of the Europeans) was exploiting the non-Muslims, the animists and later
the Christians with slavery, servitude, and the common and regular selling of
young men and women into slavery at first to northern Africa and then to the
Europeans in Western Africa, mostly to Muslim countries in northern Africa, the
Middle East and the Indian subcontinent on the Indian Ocean side and before Islam
the various empires (Roman and Persian mainly but not only).
Colonization
did not change the situation and it exploited the dominance of the dominant
tribe most of the time to control the whole country. This inheritance is true
in Mali, in Cameroon, in Central Africa. In Mauritania they went as far as
expelling the non-Muslims after independence. ETC.
Remember
Rwanda, not to speak of Congo.
The Mali
Empire, before becoming Muslim saw the alternating Muslims and Animists do
exactly the same thing to the other side when they were in power. The animists
enslaved the Muslims and the Muslims enslaved the animists, till the Muslims
had the final victory in the 13th century.
But once
again no one in the world has the authority and the legitimacy to intervene
though the French are often tempted to meddle with the situation: they pretend
they have some kind of historical responsibility there since they were the
colonial power for several centuries.
This is worst than tyranny. It's barberism and how could you
call people you treat like animals terrorists? In this video, the agent with
the long stick shouts in French: "I need the part with flesh."
Warning: It's graphic. Appalling! These are soldiers treating innocent citizens
of the Southern Cameroons like feed for the fodder. They hurt them badly and
have fun doing it, with videos.
Monday, January 30, 2017
Europe is far from being one single color
Serban
VC Enache, Fantastic-Heroic Novelist
Abstract:
Welcome to my tiny shady spot of a realm
http://serbanvcenache.blogspot.fr/
I'm a 27 year old fiction writer interested in economics, history, metaphysics, science, technology, comedy, and politics. My medieval fantasy series Of Hate And Laughter has come at last. This universe of mine is one of infernal majesty.
Born on March 25, 1989, in Bucharest/Romania. Single parent child. I blame my mother for the long-ass name. Licensed in journalism. Creator of the Of Hate And Laughter series. This universe is one of infernal majesty; it's my heart and soul. If it matters to anyone, my sun sign is Aries, moon sign is Scorpio, mars sign is Gemini. I don't believe in astrology, by the way ^_^. My interests are: MMT (modern monetary theory), politics, history, literature, tv-shows, movies, games, music (from epic soundtracks to gothic metal), and I enjoy walking the green and concrete. I'm a deficit owl and social progressive. I'm also pretty good at drawing. My favorite author is Garth Marenghi (look him up). My favorite comedian is George Carlin. My favorite sitcom is NewsRadio. My favorite actor is Phil Hartman. http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B016QAHT60/
http://serbanvcenache.blogspot.fr/
I'm a 27 year old fiction writer interested in economics, history, metaphysics, science, technology, comedy, and politics. My medieval fantasy series Of Hate And Laughter has come at last. This universe of mine is one of infernal majesty.
Born on March 25, 1989, in Bucharest/Romania. Single parent child. I blame my mother for the long-ass name. Licensed in journalism. Creator of the Of Hate And Laughter series. This universe is one of infernal majesty; it's my heart and soul. If it matters to anyone, my sun sign is Aries, moon sign is Scorpio, mars sign is Gemini. I don't believe in astrology, by the way ^_^. My interests are: MMT (modern monetary theory), politics, history, literature, tv-shows, movies, games, music (from epic soundtracks to gothic metal), and I enjoy walking the green and concrete. I'm a deficit owl and social progressive. I'm also pretty good at drawing. My favorite author is Garth Marenghi (look him up). My favorite comedian is George Carlin. My favorite sitcom is NewsRadio. My favorite actor is Phil Hartman. http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B016QAHT60/
Research Interests:
Dystopian Literature, Slavery, Science Fiction, Mythical-Heroic
Sagas, Utopianism, Feudalism and Lordship, Fiction, Fantastic
Literature, Blood Vengeance,
and Political
Treachery
The first anti-Brexit European
HOURLY HISTORY – CHARLEMAGNE, A LIFE
FROM BEGINNIN G TO END – 2016
The book is well written and interesting. Charles the Great
was the first Christian Emperor after the Roman Empire. He unified western
Europe under his own rule by the genius of his military campaigns. He was also
able to protect western Europe against the Islamic rulers that had taken over
Spain and Portugal. His Grandfather Charles Martel had stopped them in Tours or
Poitiers in 732. Charles the Great consolidated the Pyrenean border by
establishing the march of Spain along the South side of the Pyrenees.
But he also unified Western Europe by imposing Latin as the
only administrative and judicial language. He also built an educational system
that trained the cadres and engineers of the empire. To do that he used the
Church on which he leant heavily. He summoned Alcuin of York to come to Aachen
and establish the first school system in Western Europe after the Roman Empire.
He also had a whole body of missi dominici at his disposal to go all other the
empire to inspect, manage and promote the numerous reforms brought about by
Charles the Great, hence by himself.
At the same time, he collected in Aachen, in the local
languages various popular songs and stories. Latin was the administrative
language but Charles the Great respected the vernacular languages. He also
encouraged traditional arts and the famous Song of Roland was the archetype and
the model of medieval epic “chansons de geste,” meaning song that told the
exploits of military heroes? Note the English have Anglo-Saxon songs of the
same type, like Boewulf, though less martial, more supernatural.
Of course Charles the Great unified the empire with trade
and commerce but to do that he had to unify it first at the religious level.
His originality is that he started the most important religious reform that was
to bring feudalism in Europe. The reform was in building the new churches that
started being built in stone with vaults and that new style was to become the
Romanesque style. The christening fonts were also modified to abandon
christening by full immersion and replace it by the modern practice: a few
drops on the babies scalp. The old christening pools that were man-deep were
filled to be replaced by a simple font. There is still one standing, though
filled in Le Puy en Velay, behind the cathedral. It is also in this period the
evolution of the church started with a clarification of the various rites and
the beginning of a long reflection on celibate priests. He encouraged monasteries
and monasteries controlled important areas of land.
But the most important reform is the strict rules about
Sunday: no work on Sunday. If you add to this the three religious week long
festivities or celebrations of Nativity, Passion and Assumption, you come to something
like 75 days when working was absolutely banned every year. To impose that
reform the ownership of the land was to be changed to have the control of it,
the peasants and other agricultural workers changed statuses and serfdom was
introduced unifying statuses that ran from pure slavery to independent small
farmers who owned their land and all types of sharecroppers in-between. This
enabled, starting in the 9th and 10th centuries the
installation of feudalism founded on the first green revolution with one
invention, the horse’s collar, and many other techniques recuperated by the
Benedictines from the Roman libraries they were conserving.
And still more had to come, starting in the 11th century,
to replace human work they recuperated and multiplied a Roman invention that had
hardly been used in slavery times: the water mill. This brought the
proto-industrial revolution of the 11th century.
The religious reform introduced under Charles the Great was
far-reaching and extremely important. The book only gives the premises of this
evolution. It is true the scattering of the empire after Charles the Great’s
death will bring a lot of wars and at the end of the 10th century a vast
movement, the Peace of God, was introduced and preached and animated by the
church to impose peace in Christian land, which boosted trade and commerce all
over Europe. That too is a consequence not of Charles the Great management of
the empire but of the ridiculous rule to share any kingdom or territory equally
or nearly among the various sons of a king or a man. It will take some time
before western European kingdoms learned how to transmit a kingdom to one
person only.
Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU
Sunday, January 29, 2017
A Crow in the Furrow of Sorrow
SERBAN VC ENACHE – TALKING CROWS –
2014
A FLOCK OF BLACK CROWS OVER THE PLAIN
Morning crow, sorrow!
UN VOL DE CORBEAUX NOIRS SUR LA PLAINE
Corbeau du matin, chagrin!
A small short story that tells one day in the life of three
black brother crows or maybe ravens or maybe blackbird, who knows, crows they
are called but they have other names that are funny in a way? Magnus, Korvern
and Septimius. And what’s more for us they go Cra! Cra! Cra! But in fact they
seem to be able to communicate and to speak and think and have ideas about
everything in the world, about humans and about dogs, and some other things of
the sort.
Strangely enough they have their own theory about the world
and how it does not go, even about its economy as if they had been fervent
students in some university. Definitely these three black crow remind me of
Shakespeare and his three weird sisters, though here we have three weird
brothers. And then their hatred for the local stray cat brings to my mind an old
film, Fritz the Cat, a long tailed cat who had great problems with black crows
in another city that may have been New York. So they become like some plotters
trainspotting in the air, some underground homeless and forlorn scavengers in
our society living on rejects, trash and garbage?
At times they find a juicy dead body they can eat as if it
were Christmas or Thanksgiving delicatessen or Easter Passover goodies or
Ramadan evening nourishment. I suppose they satisfy their visionary hunger with
the two globes of the eyes of the corpse, and yet they do not go further to some
other parts that are juicy and rich in a body, alive or not, like the liver,
the pancreas, if they can get to them, though they will never be able to break
the shell of the egg of the brain, the cranium, the skull.
It is true they don’t need to eat human brain to be clever
because they are naturally, and more than humans, because they know they have
to respect nature, to clean it up of its garbage, though they could be thousands
and they would not be able to come to the end of human trash, both the trash
they drop everywhere or the trash they pull around them in the shape of dogs or
cats, and even a third type which is humans themselves who are the governing
trashy kings of this planet they don’t even deserve.
It is somewhat funny and somewhat strange, bizarre,
surprising, and maybe too short since they sleep at night, well, so you say
man, because birds always sleep with one eye tight open and the other wide shut
since cats are nocturnal animals too, not to speak of bats and other night time
predators. But birds have a very great sense of hierarchy; I was watching just
this afternoon and yesterday the birds who come to my yard to take advantage of
the bird-feeders Lucretia garnishes with all kinds of goodies. There is a band
of blackbirds, males and females, five or six, maybe more and among them one
macho male. When the black birds are there all the other little birds of half a
dozen types have to literally fight to get to the food. The black birds are a
perfect band of SS officers keeping their spoils of war. And this afternoon
only the macho male was there and no one else could get close to the grains,
seeds, peanuts, or whatever. He was pacing the yard and the snow with the
authority of a Trump signing executive orders banning everyone from his own
little White House lawn and rose garden.
Who said nature was just, peaceful, equalitarian, gentle,
sweet? Ah! Ah! It is some kind of an inferno and humans are nearly just
slightly more civilized than that, well maybe, perhaps, for sure but not quite
sure.
So be careful the Men In Black are coming and you better be
ready to be extra-terrestrialized if you don’t like the color. I know one
President and one Prime Minister who have to be extra-terrestrialized as an
urgent emergency and sent to intensive care in some NHS hospital (though that
one could come to France and as a European citizen she could get some free
treatment in some luxurious Paris hospital like La Salpetriere built by Louis
XIV), or some community hospital for the homeless in New York (for the other
member of the pair that should be married urgently too before being moved to
these medical reclusive retreats). But I will not tell names. I am not a rat, a
cat maybe, a crow why not, but Serban made me smile with his birdlike human realism,
and there sure are a lot of human beings in the street or in the bureaucratic offices
we have forgotten to bury last time the hearse went by down in the street.
Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU
Friday, January 27, 2017
Le Théâtre avant tout, même et surtout musical
L’INÉNARRABLE THÉÂTRE DE MA VIE
&
Je suis
monté sur un praticable devant un public en professionnel dès le début des
années 70 pour l’association France-URSS et présenter une lecture de poèmes de
Maïakovski dans l’exposition dédié à ce poète russe au Musée des Beaux Arts de
Bordeaux. Je n’ai pas arrêté depuis et les scènes se sont succédées, les micros
radios à partir de 1979, et tous les genres y sont passés. J’ai écrit pour le
théâtre (Centre Dramatique National de Béthune et Théâtre Louis Richard de Roubaix)
et j’ai bien sûr écrit et produit des heures et des heures de poésie, théâtre
et autres formes littéraires pour la radio, pour des radios, Radio Quinquin, Radio
Canal-Sambre, Radio Craponne, RCF et quelques autres encore, sans parler du
travail de critique de spectacles vivants, de cinéma ou de littérature.
J’ai
assisté à des centaines de pièces, d’opéras, de ballets, de festivals, de
concerts et les ai couverts pour les radios mais aussi pour Liberté, quotidien de Lille, L’Éveil de la Haute-Loire du Puy en
Velay, et de nombreuses publications universitaires ou volumes consacrés à
Shakespeare et d’autres. Ma collaboration avec Maurice Abiteboul et sa revue Théâtres du Monde remonte à la fin du
siècle dernier. Je dois dire que la liberté de style et de ton n’est pas
toujours facile à conquérir.
La
révolution informatique, la quatrième révolution industrielle comme certains
veulent la nommer, ou encore la révolution de l’automation ou de la robotique
ou de l’intelligence artificielle, selon les écoles des uns et des autres, rend
aujourd’hui la pratique du théâtre en tant que spectateur, chercheur ou même
reporter plus flexible puisqu’on a alors le « spectacle dans un fauteuil »
si cher à Alfred de Musset.
On a ainsi
le monde entier au bout de sa télécommande ou de son lecteur DVD du moins si
les spectacles sont disponibles dans ce format. Et le dépaysement disparaît de
nos cerveaux puisqu’on se fait de plus en plus à la diversité d’un monde qui
est des plus infinis. On peut ainsi passer de Londres à New York, de Shanghai à
Moscou, du Cap à Toronto, et bien d’autres endroits encore qui nous deviennent
ainsi familiers.
Dans ce qui
suit les trois premières parties portent sur le théâtre parisien,
principalement des auteurs vivants ou du moins contemporains, puis une escapade
dans la revue Théâtre du Monde
d’Avignon et enfin une liste à peu près exhaustive de mes écrits qu’on dira de
recherche, universitaire ou non, sur le théâtre. Beaucoup d’autres choses
existent sous forme d’inédits que le monde d’aujourd’hui nous permet plus
facilement de publier, distribuer et diffuser. Mes pièces de théâtre sont hélas
dans des formats papiers aujourd’hui totalement hors de circulation et qu’il me
faudrait scanner et re-publier.
Un projet
comme un autre : 36 Sans épouvante
et sans souliers, Verte Verte la
Rainette, César et Constantin, Jean Meunier et tout le répertoire radio
pour la plus grande partie inédit, sans parler de l’anglais (quatre pièces
jouer au Festival de Bradford, 1994).
En ce
moment je suis sur les 21 opéras, et œuvres vocales que je classe dans ce genre,
de Benjamin Britten pour y étudier la figure de l’étranger. Un travail énorme
dont les notes rédigées aujourd’hui comptent 77 624 mots. Je viens juste
de terminer ce travail exploratoire. Il ne reste plus qu’à écrire un article de
10 000 mots. Une bagatelle en quelque sorte.
Je vous
donne donc ici des écrits sur le théâtre relativement récents dont la plupart
sont des critiques en général publiées sur Amazon.fr quand en français et tous
les Amazon quand en anglais. Je dois dire que j’écris infiniment plus en
anglais qu’en français.
Dr Jacques
COULARDEAU
You will dream of going back to the primeval sea
MADELON MOTTET – THE PLANET OF THE SINGING APES
- 2016
I have just spent two
days on this book. I have watched the pictures and read the captions, watched
the videos, some of them and enjoyed the surprising communion and unison with
nature, whales and many other aquatic and terrestrial animals.
I checked some info and
read extensively but I cannot find what would make me dream or fear
anything. I am a researcher in the field of the emergence of the Homo
genus and Homo Sapiens in Africa with the development of language inherited
from previous Hominins (Homo Genus) and even Hominids (the genus before: I have
to specify this because there is quite some confusion even on Wikipedia about
the two genera. And I did not find in the book the magic I could have enjoyed
as a dream or as an escape from reality. When one has spent many years studying
this emergence and then the migration s out of the nest(s) based on all that is
coming up fast from anthropology, archaeology and DNA studies, one is surprised
by some of the hypotheses.
I
do not follow references to a blue angel, and to any angel anyway which is a
religious reference particularly Christian and maybe Islamic, why not the Blue
Fairy of Pinocchio or Stephen Spielberg and his AI film; to mer people as being
real; to Jesus to prove I do not know what about the emergence of Hominins (the
Homo genus) as opposed to Hominids (the genus before) when he is attributed the
fact that he would have spoken of himself as the Son of Man, which in any
Semitic language, Aramaic for example, is the son of “Adam” since “Adam” is “man”
derived from “adamah” meaning the “earth” in Hebrew for example, knowing that Jesus
spoke Hebrew and Aramaic and probably some Latin and some Greek. Those are
plain circumstantial facts of his time.
But the reference or
mixing of Jesus in these hypotheses implies Jesus had some divine dimension or
what in contact with some divine communion to remember in a way or another what
happened several hundred thousand years before if not even more. To invoke any
divine dimension in these questions of the origin of Homo Sapiens is simply not
scientific. One cannot explain a mystery with another mystery, and today the
question is no longer such a big mystery. I must also say that any quotation
from the Bible, be it Isaiah or the Evangelists has no scientific value for me,
but maybe I am obtuse enough to negate the existence of any divinity as soon as
I speak of the natural world and his evolution.
Ray Jackendoff (A Generative Theory of Tonal Music, MIT Press, 1996) due to his failure at inventing or discovering any
kind of a generative syntax of music, admitted that he could not in any way see
a connection between music and language. I am a linguist myself, working a lot
in the phylogeny of language. The monkeys whose language has been scrutinized
by many people possess about three or four vowels and three of four consonants.
In human language that could produce two hundred words on the pattern CVC or
VCV. These monkeys have about 8 to 12 calls. They do not rotate vowels or
consonants. Their articulatory possibilities are limited physiologically and
even so they do not have the combinatory power of a human language. Dentals
for one example are not possible due to the structure of their palate, tongue
and teeth.
But singing has been thought of by many, linguists or not, Steven Mithen for one (The Singing Neanderthals: The
Origins of Music, Language, Mind and Body, 2005, with a title that
embraces too much), to explain tone languages, intonation, and
many other musical elements in language(s) but no one can say that a child in
our world that has received no music or singing lessons has learned an opera
aria by himself or herself and developed his or her voice by himself or herself.
First how did he or she learned the words? How many times have they heard the song,
etc.? Last April in Napoli, Italy, in the taxi taking me and three colleagues
from downtown to the airport (45 minutes) a local radio was on and we heard O
Sole Mio twice and in very long local popular versions. For a child being
highly mimetic (among other reasons because of his or her mirror neurons)
listening to it once it could have been enough for him or her to arrive at the airport
singing the song if he or she had had a perfect ear (about one child out of ten
has such perfect ear up to the age of five or six and then it has to be
cultivated in a way or another to be kept or developed.
But music is everywhere in our societies. So what? So what!
If my figure of one out of ten is correct that represents one or two hundred
million children in the world, in a world that is haunted and fully inhabited
with music all the time. So one, two or three that can learn an opera aria, or
a popular song is nothing, and certainly proves nothing except that if we
educated all talents very early in life we would not have all the millions of
Mozart’s who are lost before ever being detected. But we know all that and we
also know that people who speak – and have learned early – a tonal language
like Chinese, Japanese or Korean will have a higher level of perfect hearing and
music or singing capabilities.
That is just to say the book is rich and debatable and I
think the author would not pretend otherwise. I hope you will give it a try and
you may find some really fascinating passages, videos or pictures and you
should be incited to start swimming, but not in a swimming pool because of the chlorine
and try to sing under your shower and in your bath. Some can’t sing. Then they
whistle, or they hum, or they use their fingers or sticks to beat a rhythm of
some kind. Hominins, and why not Hominids, are “musical” beings, provided we
understand “musical” not necessarily with a perfect ear, singing and playing
two or three instruments. I have seen in Africa quite a few people who can
dance to a simple beating rhythm, often polyrhythmic tempos that they produce
themselves with two sticks or their feet and hands. Maybe after all Madelon Mottet
has it right in her mind. And I must say I like her predisposed name since her
first name is a very popular song in France
Quand Madelon vient nous
servir à boire
Sous la tonnelle on frôle
son jupon
Et chacun lui raconte une
histoire
Une histoire à sa façon
La Madelon pour nous n'est
pas sévère
Quand on lui prend la
taille ou le menton
Elle rit, c'est tout le
mal qu'elle sait faire
Madelon, Madelon, Madelon ! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5aqUNjG8PN0)
And everyone knows what a “motet” is.
Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU
Thursday, January 26, 2017
Jacques Coulardeau, Ivan Eve, Serban VC Enache, The world at the tip of our fingers
THE INDIAN OCEAN THE MARE NOSTRUM OF HUMANITY
SUPERNATURAL, CAR CHASE OR JOY RIDE?
Dr Jacques
COULARDEAU & Ivan EVE
Illustrations
Annunzio COULARDEAU
HANDEL'S AGRIPPINA MODERN
INTERPRETATIONS AND THE ROLE OF COUNTERTENORS [Format Kindle]
The US Supreme Court,
A Universal Lesson in Constitutional Right
Jacques Coulardeau & Ivan Eve
FOR A MOTLEY POLYCHROMATIC
UNIVERSE
MARSHALL McLUHAN,
UNDERSTANDINGMEDIA,THE EXTENSIONS
OF MAN – ROUTLEDGE, LONDON – 1964
THE INDIAN OCEAN
FROM ADMIRAL ZHENG HE
TO HUB AND SPOKE
CONTAINER MARITIME COMMERCE
Dr Jacques
COULARDEAU
& Ivan Eve
https://www.academia.edu/29122940/A_LONG_JOURNEY_IN_THE_WORLD_IN_THE_MIND_IN_THE_SOUL_OF
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Two for the price of one
DAVID GREGORY – SEBASTIAN NEEDS A
REAL JOB - 2016
Don’t believe the author. It is not a funny book, even if it
is at times hilarious. But it sure is a pleasant and attractive depicting of a
millennial that is not able to find any footing in his society.
But think how sad his life is, how low his lot is, how
miserable his self-pity sounds, etc. He is fat and 32, which means nothing is
not going to improve. It is strange because since he is living under the
kitchen table it has to be – due to his middle age chubbiness – a very big
kitchen table or he is telling us some tall tale. Frogs from a certain far away
county definitely spring high and leap far. And what’s more he does not have a
car. He has a bicycle but one tire is flat and he uses the girly bicycle of his
mother. Speaking of his mother, he does not seem to have one any more since she
died one day in her bathtub. It is dangerous to go to sleep in one’s bathtub,
at least when there is water in it.
He sure has a father who is a rogue and a beast. He forces
him to sleep under the kitchen table and to go to church with him every Sunday.
What’s more he spanks him with a paddle when necessary from his – the father’s
– point of view. And he enjoys spilling anything he has under his hand or in
his fingers onto the head of his son when he is still asleep under the table:
honey or maple syrup as if he were a pancake, milk as if he were a bowl of
cereals and anything else. Ketchup, why not, to turn the poor Sebastian into a
bloody Dracula.
Speaking of Sebastian, he
of course has the proper name of this saint who was the outcast in his Roman
Legion unit because he was a Catholic and he refused to service his officer or
some of the men who all found him juicy and delicious. He will end up pierced
by half a dozen arrows and left to bleed and die in the sunshine. That’s the
lot of this poor modern times Sebastian; remember you all have your future
written in your name.
And that’s not all. He is
totally demotivated in his life, working life I mean, though he has an MA
probably in some fancy subject and he tries to blind us completely about his
incompetence with some powerful catchphrases like Jesus who preached
unconditional love “was killed by those he tried to love.” And his great modern
mind enables him to set Harry Potter at the same level as Jesus Christ, both
make miracles. Can you imagine HP equals JC? HP, an office printer, compared to
JC, the Savior of these life and world?
He manages to get fired
from his job in some underpaying miserably rich catering fast food service that
carries the divine name of Kangaroo, as if it were some simple friendly animal
serving us fresh and wild meat and the boss is the only one who has the
Australian touch because he uses the whiplash of the famous Kangaroo series
every day, every minute even, with his enslaved employees. Then our Sebastian
is under pressure from his girlfriend and his father to make something with
himself and get a job. He tries everything and particularly sales and ends up
trying to sell cell – stop stammering – phones in a derelict dilapidated neighborhood
of his urban area.
He fails totally and
finally begs his old boss to take him back again on his Kangaroo. And that is
the final mistake that can be committed, but not by Sabastian who already has
many arrows in his quiver, arrows he has recuperated one after the other as
they were shot at his vast body and as they pierced his triple layer of fat.
The mistake was his boss’s because Sabastian managed to find his way, his
light, his bliss in some moment of ecstatic enjoyment of his bath and his
phantasmagoric “fly me to the moon” excitement.
He found his way in the
concept of union, not as unity, but as trade-union and he decides to unionized
his co-worker and start a campaign for a decent minimum wage, normal benefits
and acceptable working conditions and schedules. But a union all by itself is
an easy waste of time. So he gets a Facebook page and a Twitter account and
with the Internet he manages to create a lot of buzz in the airs and in the wings
of the restaurant and to gather a lot of people in support of their initiative
that takes off in no time and with social networks bosses are dead. It is well
known. We all know how effective they can be since Trump was elected with them
and by them. It is amazing how millennials can be experts at using these means
and yet they are so dissatisfied and disorganized and demotivated, though they
are NOT disciplined at all, in everything personal or professional.
Even Sabastian’s sex life
was floating half way to the bottom of the river and sinking? Rock bottom in no
time at all and he is simply let go by his girlfriend, dropped, dumped actually
by her and it takes him some time to understand that love is not carnal fleshy
meaty intercourse, between the amuse-gueules and the dessert as inter-course
means in his mind, what comes between two courses on a menu. But he gets back
to life when he has vomited his hangover in his bath and is saved by his father
who finally tells him he loves him and he will never kick him out of the house,
just under the table, you dog. Love is so difficult after all that only a few
can have that pleasure that does not leak nor slobber nor drool from the mouth
though it may spill some red blood on the floor when the confrontation with the
boss becomes too intense.
And that’s how this poor Sebastian
finds his epiphany in social action. He has finally been able to “sell me this
pen” (Ah! The dirty wolf of Wall street) to some public and he sold it a hefty
price to his boss. His real job is a union. Some may find it a little bit
passé, déjà-vu, ignis fatuus in a world of ever changing circumstances. But
some basics are at times interesting even if they are funny. And with Trump and
his cabinet of bi/millionaires we might need a lot more of these unions even if
right now they support Trump, as if a blizzard could bring some beautiful roses
to the wedding of water with fire.
Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU
ROBERT CLARK YOUNG – ONE OF THE GUYS – 1999
Robert Young has just published his first
novel, One of the Guys. An amazing book. He tackles two American institutions
and shows that they both are Satan incarnate. The first one is pornography. It
has its adult bookstores, with cubicles and glory holes. It has its
prostitution circuits and routes, where a woman, or a man, is nothing but
either a piece of meat, or a cannibalistic customer.
The tone of the author is there
harsh, brutal, ruthless, and he shows how the money of the customers creates
the customized goods those customers want and consume. Our sexual consumer's
society reduces myriads of women and men, boys and girls to slavery, a
degrading, alienating and neurotic slavery. A slavery of the body and of the
mind to the most twisted phantasms of money-loaded customers, the form of the
prostitution depending only on the amount of money the customer has and on the
amount of money the prostitute of hustler can ambition to get.
The second institution is essentially
the US Navy, but also the US Armed Forces. There the book becomes a satire and
is full of humor and irony, even if the subject is serious. He shows how these
Armed Forces are divided in hostile and jealous corps. He shows how these Armed
Forces are unfit for battle. He shows how these Armed Forces are totally based
on alienating the free will of the soldiers or sailors in order for the
officers to dominate them and manipulate them into doing what they are expected
to do and do not need to understand.
To boost up the morale of the troops,
those officers use methods that are un-human, and that represent some kind of
cattle herding policy, reducing soldiers and sailors to nothing but animals
that are sent to the slaughterhouse of a battle, filled with hatred, alcohol,
cheap sex and a little bit of fake religion. What's more he shows how the whole
network of US military bases in the world are nothing but a cobweb where young
girls and boys are trapped by the dollar spiders for the only benefit of the
soldiers, the sailors, and their officers.
It is by providing these with that big
perambulating brothel that US Armed Forces are able to perform their supposedly
patriotic and humanistic duties. The hero is the constant proof of that
absurdity of a system that creates evil in the name of good, though that good
is nothing but the interests of a few powerful people who pull the strings, be
they politicians or anyone who has some interest in providing those Armed
Forces with goods, including the rotten dictators here and there who accept a
village to be destroyed by a lost shell in maneuvers, provided a fair number of
millions of dollars can fatten their bank accounts here and there in some
paradise that is not lost at all, even if it is prospering on the hell in which
millions of people are forced to live.
So, in front of such a powerful book,
we can forget about the fact that Miles, the hero, has officially died in a
fire at the beginning of the book and reappears - resuscitates - at the end of
the book, with no question asked.
Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU
