“PKD knew it, RAW knew it, Burroughs knew it, Leary knew it…Kubrick knew it, Spielberg knows it, Lucas knows it.”
–Journal entry, 1/26/15
Basically, the situation is this: I literally have enough material archived, from the full breadth of well over ten years on myriad websites (some anonymous), to publish stuff here every day for the next three months and never have to write a new post. And that’s strictly blog posts—if I counted the rest of my material I could probably go for a year (two years, maybe).
Updates do have to be made throughout (some of them significant), and some posts can be edited together into larger posts (which I think I’m going to do with the Jack Parsons stuff, the Bruno Borges stuff, and so on).
Now: I still plan to write new material, and certainly this journal entries are a part of that. I’m not so much keen on writing new “topic” posts at the moment as I am being far more organic with everything via the journal. But I do want to get back to more topic posts, it’s just that it takes research. I have lists and lists of just topics I wish to write; and a huge research library (much of it digital; I archive a lot, too).
I’m also wondering if it’s worth it to separate out the metaphysical and pop-cultural stuff, as to me it all comes from the same pool. To me: comic book fantasies are religion, they’re religion right up-front. Movies mirror real-life, resonate real-life, manipulate real-life. The entertainment icon works along the same archetypal principles as the ancient mythological figure; certainly, far more accomplished writers than me have pointed this out a long time ago, I am merely saying that this is the philosophy upon which I operate.
It’s sort of this thing where…I know in my heart that this writing, here—much more than even the comic books—is what I’m meant to do. But it’s hard for me to “justify” that, I guess, as a “real” vocation. And I guess that’s kind of BS, people make it their vocation all the time, in different ways. I don’t think I’ve really “nailed” that way yet. I don’t have a very clear-cut ideological view in terms of the binary that “rules” the world; so then I don’t have that easy “sell,” to press those primal buttons in that way.
A person who likes strictly pop-culture writing may get alienated by the metaphysical/mythological aspects I use. A person strictly into metaphysics may find all my pop-culture references grating. And then I’ll put personal stuff in there which, I have no idea what the reaction to it might be.
I had more of a blahty-blahty-blah written here but I deleted it because it was just running down the same paths.
And so Stormy Daniels claims DJT and HRC talked about “our plan.”
I’m not going to get into it here, I could go on forever.
I’m sure it was harmless. I’m sure nothing ever happened. Let’s go back to reading about mushroom-shaped thingamabobs.
(oh of course it was mushrooms. oh the symbolism can go on for aeons…)
The 1996 music video to Cake’s “The Distance” is a metaphor for modern, civilized man yearning for a more naturalistic, primal existence.
A slick, serious corporate type makes a journey from his office desk to increasing levels of wilderness (that includes various humans dressed in animal mascot costumes). Cake frontman John McCrea sings in front of a medieval-type tapestry, emphasizing an earlier, more idealized time when “men were men,” chivalry, and all that.
In the lyrics, jousting on horses is replaced with a car racing theme:
Because he’s racing and pacing and plotting the course
He’s fighting and biting and riding on his horse
He’s going the distance
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine
He’s haunted by something he cannot define
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force
In his mind, he’s still driving, still making the grade
In the end, we find our protagonist (the corporate guy, not John McCrea) wading out into the sea. His initial search for this nameless goal, personified in the lyrics as “She,” develops into him wading into Maris, Marina, the Ocean, the Great Mother, the great beyond.
“The Distance,” everyone. By Cake, easily in my top ten of favorite bands.
Have a good Thursday.