I bet you don’t know, how you’ve upset me”
Always look back in hunger
Britpop’s Gollem is back from Fantasy Island with more plunderphonics designed to hook those ears who think the lil’ Manc maestro invented music way back yore. Like fellow pasticheur Mark ‘Ronno’ Ronson, this radio friendly shit unit is jam-packed with references, reminders, cut, shut ‘n’ paste rock, an assemblage of the archives all dressed up as ‘return to form and ‘experimental avenue-trekking’ by the rags that need his repartee to sustain their existence. A mountain of wholly pilfered sounds that continue his quest of unrelenting unoriginality.
What with Brother Dim peddling his Double Fantasy piano-led bowel-blocked drivel it’s like the 90s never happened. Or something. Make them go away. What’s Mark Chapman up to nowadays?
Here’s a snippet of the patchwork profiteering that Jimmy Krankie’s passing off as ‘new’ now (to my ears, anyway).
Reading (and only being able to endorse) all the obituaries, tributes and memories of Mark Fisher got me thinking about my own relationship with his ideas, prophecies, notions, arguments, all at once random and linked, disparate and dissonant, pointing out connectivity where ties seemed absurd, nothing was beyond critical dissembling/reassembling and destruction/reconstruction.
Scratch the surface then keep digging, nothing is ever as it seems, nothing is impenetrable, depth exists in anything and everything, make it what you want it to be. Who’s to say otherwise?
Like many others I discovered his K-Punk blog via Simon Reynolds’s Blissblog (http://blissout.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/rip-mark-fisher_14.html another important avenue for me for abstract thinking and a profound desire to constantly dig and probe) and always found it (in no particular order):
challenging, confronting, opaque, oblique, dense, enlightening, informative, provocative, educational, inspiring, conspiring, connected, disconnected, amusing, emotional, prescient, foreboding, interesting, arresting. And more.
As David Stubbs says http://thequietus.com/articles/21572-mark-fisher-rip-obituary-interview
‘Mark’s own music journalism, which ventured further into the depths of theory and perception than I could ever hope to reach. I can’t be the only fellow writer who emerged from his essays feeling educated and energised but also like a bit of a banal lunk by comparison.’
For me reading Mark’s work most of the time left me feeling dazed and confused, in a state of shock that took ages to abide and even longer for his musings to be processed (if ever at all), but thinking about it deeply the past week I have concluded that it isn’t about understanding and being able to recite or repeat or regurgitate it is more that the actual digesting and absorption alters me on levels I never knew existed and in ways I will never fathom, feel it don’t fight it, always for the positive.
It is this positivity (in spite of his own struggles and the overall ‘state of things’) I will miss from his writing.
‘You don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone’ seems apt.
The Manly P. Hall of Mirrors Horror Show featuring Hollywood’s very own master of NLP and Moscow’s KGB-Movie Dame. These arch enemies both staunchly defending ‘their’ ways, the charade parade rolling on from zone to zone, forbidden and twilight.
VP: ‘I’m booored, when’s dinner?!’
BO: Stick to the script, maaan, or we both won’t get pudding’
BBCNN Speecher: ‘No just desserts for these shambassadors of the planet’
Golden handshakes, secret signs
Walls have ears and telephone lines
Judge and defendant, sacred brothers
Drop the charge and accuse the others
They make history, they make the law
They make money, they make war
Power corrupts and power succeeds
And you take the whip right down on your knees
The butcher, the baker,
the candlestick maker
The whole of the Government
and its caretaker
Doctors and lawyers, priests and crooks
Some unemployed just to cook old books
Their hearts seem cold
and their minds are sick
The things they’ll do just to get their kicks
Spirit has spread right across the nation
In forty-eight percent* of the population
* Those Europhiles, the Remainers, the status quoers, down, down …
‘What passes for philanthropy these days is often just a sophisticated effort to make money on engineering the kinds of rational, entrepreneurial and quantitative souls that would delight at other types of personalisation. Such learning is, of course, well suited to the needs of consulting firms and technology giants. A recent profile of AltSchool in the New Yorker mentioned that its students read the Iliad armed with a spreadsheet where they mark how many times the theme of “rage” occurs in the text. Such schools can produce excellent auditors; poets, however, might need an alternative, to, well, the AltSchool.
The very same technology elites are also backing the charter school movement – a long-running effort to bring more competition to the educational sector by supporting privately run but publicly funded educational initiatives. From Gates to Zuckerberg, technology billionaires are vocal defenders of this movement. It won’t be surprising if they deploy their big data weapons to advance the argument that the traditional educational system must be completely overhauled.’
ways of making you feel (react/respond/emote/numb)
… (sick of being watched, clocked, monitored, tracked). Cheers, ‘Sir’ Pete, sure you got more than the £200 you got for Sgt Pepper, selling state surveillance for pennies. Way to stay relevant.
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