01/017/05--(12.35 a.m.GMT)
As a coincidental lead-in, Rainman (Paul Vittelo), did a column about a Long Island pol who was convicted of shaking people down. Nothing new there but both the Judge in the case and Paul noted that allthough justice was done and apologies were made they had the sense that the convicted man not only did not understand his guilt but he did not even understand that a crime was committed. That's the way the game is played.
When all other opportunities were gone the fellow picked himself up, dusted himself off, and raised a family, bought a house, has savings and anyone who would dare to suggest that is wrong is not only an idiot, but bound for the extinction station.
In ordinary times some crimes are commited, some are caught and punished. But once you go beyond a certain point a looking glass effect kicks in where only criminal behavior is rewarded and conversely any noncriminal behavior is actively punished. As I said many years ago, good becomes bad and bad becomes good. Fortunately these periods don't last long and are themselves indices of environments under stress, meaning dwindling resourses.
Obviously, the network news announcers don't think of themselves as criminals, nor do the majority of CEO's, nor the political leadership. That's the way the game is played.
I jest that the only people who feel guilt are the innocent.
Maybe that is why they are so often punished.
Nature however, like the heart, has laws of which laws and the mind cannot comprehend. That's the topic of today's rant.
Tamlin _HERE HE IS-the ALIEN
Battalion 64 MP3
The Lyric to Battalion 64
The coronation goes forward. The pyschic ladies sommersault over several shattered rooftops. The man with the seegar is hawking programs. His striped shirt vibrates on the blue screen. Infrared images of running skeletans in deep superswell purple orange. Nail the sucker, dude. Oxygen tent cold clouds fluffy white. Landslide.
The coronation goes forward. The beautiful red winged Macaw steps forward. In the telescope factory the cabinents are marked with numbers. Number Sixty one, number sixty two, number sixty three, ah, here it is, number sixty four. Horseface places his hoof on the handle and draws the drawer open.
There lies Finn, and as cool as you like it benefitting from constant creature temperature control, as befitting.
"Be sure, there you have it" says Cravat, "Deaded as and by a doornail and him with seven chilblians two."
"A shame, a shame, in the full flower of youth," said a voice.
"Fourteen or fourty nine, addition oh, or multiplyin' his passing shall not be in vain," the man with the suitcase did exclaim as he finger pointed up,up, up, presumably to the empyrean.
They began commencing in the reading of the will. Finn he lie there very still his chest not moving, for his will was free to them as ours is to other men exception only one small problem the deader is the willer the freer is the will.
I know I speak for all in expressing our sorrow, etc. Courageous, etc. never be forgotten etc, Then they toasted each other, and toasted again and in the heat of the toast our father, all father Finn McCool did from the telescope factory flea bringing with him some minor treasures as a bottle of brandy and a ruby all of which are disposable except the one which is a present unidentified.
The coronation goes forward.
the alien life form
01/01/05--(6.35 a.m.GMT)
nothing new?
Same old, same old?
feel like you need an
imaginary invisible hand
to kiss your face?
You done come to the right place.
Note to states, called several times- n.g.. hope all is well. Next attempt by phone co to fix things is tuesday morning.
Dear Aunt M. thankyou for the lovely prints. There's more of that style, plus some Cecil Beatons and David Bailey's in this directory.
The mid England winter rolls on, cold winds that whip the pedestrians, all carrying the omnipresent umbrellas. There's no need to clean the cobblestones on the lanes for everyday they are washed by the cruel hand of nature. Walking the streets and reading the plaques on the various churches and buildings one feels a ghouls gallery, Bishops burned at the stake, nobles beheaded, commoners who hid in holes for years.
And the bells chime all day the hours as if to say,"We dead are among you yet." This is the origin of the famed English rationality, for who would need the comforts of non belief in the spirit's more then those who are surrounded by ghosts everywhere they look? So you see the living walking, each with a slightly haunted look, rushing to their flats and their telly's where for awhile at least, bolstered by strong drink, they can feel safe from the legacy of their bloody inheritence.
But there is a kind of beauty in them as well. It is the beauty of the prisoner who knows they escape one dungeon only to find themselves in an ever tighter confinement and so they are in no hurry to do anything but grasp, if only for a moment what joys have been overlooked, over the centuries by the constant, never ending succession of jailors who rule and determine their lives.
Yes, there is a kind of beauty in them. Beauty needs, other then that balance that only the eternal eye beholds, two things: Constancy and importance. For those who do not understand the word "importance." means signifigence. For those who do not understand the world signifigence, it means relation.
And so one is impressed by the almost desparate desire of the English to be important and constant. Take these from them and they would truely die.
The English tragedy, like all tragedy stems from the one cause. which I have begun to think as the universal human flaw it is this.
"That which we desire the most is that which we can least recognize."
And I may one one of their institutions that remains enmired in the past is what remains of the music industry, which still can't get beyond the notion that all that is needed for sucvess is a pudding bowl haircut, a black turtleneck shirt and a very public drug habit, real, or as more often the case, imagined. It's all so decadent, you know.
The one bright light is Mark Smith and Falls latest was voted best song of the year on the John Peel poll. It's called "Sparta FC #2" and it is a football chant. That about says everything that can be said about 2004.
When all is said and done nobody gives a damn about WMD's, or supply side economics, or moral values-- they are all crap- what matters is our team against their team and our team is good, led by strong, courageous selfless keaders, their team is bad, led by killers and theives. And the thousands of opinions and explanations are meaningless old crap told by jokers who are the only ones that laugh at their idiot self serving jokes.
We are the beloved of God.
They are filthy pigs.
speaking of filthy pigs, here's the rant
Tamlin == Here's the ALF
JollyBunniesonParade MP3
The Lyric to JollyBunniesonParade
pagliachi fibbernachi, oh dat waskly wabbit how he multiplies wound un wound da blueberry bush, makes me blushes to think on the very thing. indude I deed inverse like but no matters, no matters. except only in forms and no substitutes.
Spiral me this, miss. kiss once the dunce and accept a servant ever after, no master but in laughter. my coat I place on the puddle before your dainty toesies. Madame what fashions passion but such poesy as I wreath thy sweet neck within the winners circle with mine arms?
You are my staircase and my heart is a slinky, winky, winky beholden always that vision of gravities doom not but what un self has set free.
Think well kind of me my love and I shall deliver to you a universe.
ALF
Congratulations on the Baby
Norma
12/26/04--(1.35 a.m.GMT)
As promised we have returned.
I confess I am growing weary. There's limits to everything. I remember back in the past I would bring up idea after idea of things to do, some of which others eventually did successfully. Finally I realized it wasn't the ideas. It was me. The kindest i can say is they had their notion of who I was and anything beyond, or different, from that they could not be bothered with.
Somehow I think it's the same with the music industry. They don't want a strong white male. It reminds them too much of something they are trying to forget ever existed, an idea they must crush if their vile schemes are to continue. They want abstraction, confusion, self pity. remorse and anything else that convinces them the songwriter is somehow a lesser form of being and therefore can be disregarded. And I just cannot do it. I owe a debt to those who inspired me. I owe it to you as much as to myself.
I think it is very niave of people to think there's no connection between the grinding diminishment of the values ALF represents and the fact that the music companies won't touch him. So much fear, so little hope, so much plastic joy.
Things look bad right now and false heroics are the option of little boys playing war games where the bullets are imaginary. So we'll take it a day at a time.
Tamlin -here he is
The Land of Hope and Magic MP3
The Lyric toThe Land of Hope and Magic
Eeney meanie miney mo
catch a honky by his toe
if hollers let him go
only footprints in the snow
alf (here's norma)
You're all so cynical. You think you understand. You've got us pegged. Just another website, just another voice trying to be heard above the din. And you don't need us. You have your own concerns. You're looking after yourself.
Hear me. Untill you recognize the ALF for what he is you will suffer. And your suffering and confusion will grow. For no nation, no people and no world can long survive without love. It cannot be. The rational mind is finite. Love is infinite. When the finite sets itself up against the infinite there can be no survival for the finite.
With your minds you can only see the finite, the world of numbers and furniture, but what are numbers but constructs? They are given meaning and existance by mind alone.
The ALF will do nothing and can do nothing to help you learn this. He must, by laws greater then any known on Earth sit by disspassionately for they who do not save themselves cannot be saved.
Ponder well these things I tell
-Norma Deren (and here's a special guest speaker
ahem, unaccustomed as I am etc....in defence of my creations I will say this
We are often told to ask ourselves what we are doing wrong when we don't succeed. That is pretty fucking convenient for everyone else however. It is like asking the slave how did they manage to be so stupid as to be born a slave. Big rule- you don't get
the right answer untill you ask the right question.
If you ask the right question and they don't answer there's no sense asking again because you have revealed that they are not playing fair. Whether they think they are consciously or not is irrelevent. It cannot be ascertained.
If both sides don't play fair there's no game
No rules means no game No game means no rules
I have news for you
I don't love you.
I don't love you, I don't love your relatives and I don't love your awards.
And I will burn you.
I will burn you on Christmas. I will burn you on New Years Day and I will burn you on the fourth of July.
-the author
12/24/04--(11.45 a.m.GMT)
As promised we have returned.
Every year on Christmas eve we have a mystery song by a guest artist and this one is so so mysterious I don't know who it is. I found the file on a Russian Ftp site, but it's appropos and it's called "AVE MARIA" (Hold down and "Save as") This will only be online for one day.
Incidentally for the time being my favorite ftp search engine is called Napalm- nuff said.
Next there's a decidedly secular rant, since such things must be so
and ALF is here with his Christmas Message, all two minutes of it.(Please note; the Christmas Song is not going to be online long and is a special release)
Tamlin(HERE's ALF\
Happy Holiday MP3
This is not a modern Christmas song per se, it is a carol, or round. I've written Christmas songs, two very nice ones on fact called "Littletown Christmas" and then a year later "Christmas in the City", which were written in the style of the Broadway songwriters of the fourties. Neither seemed to get anyone's attention but in terms of musical correctness they were right on target.
We live in a fast age and one thing this era doesn't do very well is the past. Continuity on the other hand is what holidays are about, eg; "the myth of the eternal return." So I have my work cut out for me. For those us with the best chance to survive, the technocorporate world is something like "The Night of the Living Dead" with zombies everywhere demanding the food they need. This food, this flesh they consume, never statisfies them for they have had the life force, or "Chi" sucked out of them.
They are thus constantly on the move in the false hope that they will find definition somewhere and then at last they will be able to rest in a quiet grave.
Though such is not our problem the quest all are on leads to the same place. Peace. For the lunatic and the wise agree on this..
So this time I wrote something that can be sung by ordinary people. It has three parts. The first part can be sung by people under the age of ten and goes "hap-hap-hap,etc." the second part can be sung by young people and adults and goes happy holidays, the third part canbe sung by who wants to. The lyric, which is brief goes as follows.
happy holidays to you
have a good year whatever you do
wear a smile whatever you go through
may peace be with you always
happy holidays my friend
that's the message I have to send
wherever the road of life may end
may peace be with you always
and once again as always, peace,
-the alien life form(here's norma)
For us it's been a rough road and it doesn't look like it's ever going to get better. There is no light ahead of us, no light in the darkness,but there is a light in our hearts that will never die.
And if we can hang in there so can you
Norma Deren
p.s.-stay tuned for hope and magic
12/24/04--(2.30 a.m.GMT)
We're doing something a little different for Christmas this year. I'm holed up the shack 
watching a marathon of old movies courtesy of "the archive" (click Feature films") and there's a few other things happening from ALF, (who is at the moment composing his yearly christmas message to the Virtual State) and so rather then put everything online at once we'll be doing things as they happen over the next day or so.
To begin then there's a tune by everybodies favorite alien
also a radio redaction of the film"It's a Wonderful Life" (Hold down and "Save as") featuring the talents of FrankCapra, Jimmy Stewart and Elmer Fudd. (note;this will be online for today only )
And also it cannot go without mentioning that the conflict in Iraq goes on and has taken a heavy toll of American soldiers this week and it is a good idea to consider that while people are being entertained by the flashing lights and facetious all pro wrestling that passes for leadership in the US some grunt out there is getting their ass blown away.
Tamlin
Pirate Mary MP3
The Lyric to Pirate Mary
-A
