Tuesday, December 11, 2007
If you go to this site be a bit patient then click on the plus (+) or minus (-) signs and see that the Universe from its microness to its macroness is shown in Tenths. So we start with the smallest particles Higgs Boson and end with a picture of the visible Universe.
What lies beyond the visible Universe: the Puppet Masters of the Universe?
Monday, December 10, 2007
Is this what will happen if the economy goes belly shnup?
Commentators out there have been woaning but you know I warned you all earlier in the year that all the computer maths business doings was going to have reverb. It happened with the sub-prhyme mortgage problem in the US which might be facing its greatest challenge since the 1930's. Bush fans or no your President or was it Cheyney took their eye of f the ball and rushed into a war that has cost us all too much.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Perhaps the picture is too busy or the colours and layout do not convey the full sense of this astonishing moment where the cosmos, from a Christian perspective, is altered completely and chaos in the form of evil is unleashed.
However, this painting repays those who might draw inspiration from it, since the imagery of some of the fallen creatures, once disentangled
from the clutter, can startle and perhaps warn us of the future where trans-genetic creatures escape from laboratories and populate the planet with disastrous results.
On a lighter note, I have always loved the bloated fishlike cartooney being at the top right with its expression of surprise. It looks a little like the expression Paul McCartney sometimes has on his face: the rounded O shape of his lips. Sir Paul, please write a song about the Fall of the Rebel Angels. On second thoughts, please ignore my request.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Below and Above 1
That day the clouds haltly like motor-traffic
And into the stretching light of summer night june,
Their seedlet rain sowing
Did what they do in an England London way-
That is in their own interplay
The day, they spoiled, for some, for some I’m sure,
But for others, most likely, can I assure you?
Strolling together enbelled beneath skyscraper umbrellas
In certain quarters of Hampstead
Pimlico and Bayswater and less famous places too
They matriculated some romance
And the blades of sunlight that cut through
Symbolised something to them and for them
Of what so rarely staples, fuses, fissions, pins the here to now
Detatches the gowhere? Nowhere
From the somewhere righthere to the right now non-
And sometimes when it’s true that’s called like wow,
As for me I’m in the aforementioned Pimlico
In a café Nero
Waiting for the 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1, zero moment
When ashtrays can never sit atop menus
In the interior venues…
Restaurants and bars
In winter you will exhale beneath the stars
But now here
I inhale the moment
The 7:50 segment of
The Pinball machine day
An object – they’re humans I know like me –
I’m an object to them too – dodge, sometimes collide
Here each is a pinball to a ride
The rain and the wind drove us inside.
Happy at the inertia
Of reveries about my ancient
And because associations work mysteriously
Mila the Muscovite’s accent
And wildly beautiful eyes in my mind like the colour of the rising moon in summer
And ruminations about the ancientness of the domestic cat
And the situation of the Pre-Raphaelite,
Aesthetically preferred by Mila
Who yet is found here in a 21st century poem
Gowhere righthere now where, as a symbol
Not a soul, floating more graciously than the clouds of the 29th of June 2007
Into the stratas
That have been recorded
And will sometimes be reopened
To let meanings
Enact all synonyms and similes of motion
In their attempt to collide or cooperate with each other
Yet above the clouds are stars
And above them more metaphors
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
I met two women of beauty;
Tall and lithe
And it must be noted,
They made my weekend shine
Beings are sometimes evil
And out of line
Sending shivers down my wooden spine
These women were out of my league
I was a hopscotch to their gigue
But if they had had puppets
As lovely as themselves
We may have had some quality time together
To spend together
On some wooden shelves
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
THE YouTube MURDERS
It is late and Jane is surfing. She suddenly finds a video on YouTube of someone blonde who looks like her being hacked to death with an axe. She phones a few friends. Only one is in: Nerdy Norris, the tech guy. He says he'll be over to hers in an hour. When he gets there she is dead-hacked to death as in the YouTube video. Nerdy Norris did see it before he left his house. It is no longer on the site....
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Friday, July 06, 2007
PS Please ignore Manuel Person, he is trying to live on my blog and I just can't have him around as sorry as I am for him.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
Hunger is universal. Can we help our hungry brothers and sisters given that ASPECTS of our prosperity are perhaps enjoyed as a result of their deprivation?
The first shall be last........
It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich person to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.........
When did we see you naked or hungry?.............
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
I now know what I meant by LOVE IS A BROKEN HEARTED TRIANGLE. It means that A breaks B's heart because he doesn't love her and B breaks C's heart because of the love B DOES NOT HAVE for C. And it goes on.
For you closet catholics out there today is the feast of The Sacred Heart of Jesu Cristu who basically died of a broken heart-not that he wasn't tortured to death as well...
Any way here is a poem to mark this special day when we can say sorry for our lack of love towards fellow bretheren and sisteren and sadly I speak to Palestine right now as well as all of the rest of us. Riches are great but without Love there is no real meaning to society.
God of laughter
And God of tears
God who made us hopers with rays of love heavier than the Universe,
As we who stir the hopelessness we create by hating with limbs of fears
Please shed your graces
On we, who, from you, perpetually
Hide our faces
On we, who balance so proudlarge
upon this speck of dust
This planet miniscule teeming with unjust
We who say and pray I trust
And yet can scarce faith
That Adam's atoms came at last to reach past dust
God of laughter
And God of tears
Creator of joy
And sensible to fear and sorrow;
Yet God for whom there is no yesterday nor today,
And no millenium and indeed no to
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
The browsers out there really do not leave enough comments for ye olde Squorche and it is leading him to puppet depression. Has anybody got puppet Prozac? On second thoughts tranqs are not a good idea.
Say: no thanks to tranqs.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
There is some stuff about him on the BBC and also at
K1's mum told me about it and I had a nightmare:
I suddenly died and my body remained in bed as my soul lifted out of it. I hovered above my body for hours it seemed. Then, to my horror my body's eyes opened and my body walked around like a zombie heading towards Covent Garden. Then when it was on the tube somehow it "spotted" me and came running after me. I was being chased by my own body. I ran to the Royal Opera House where a beautiful lady suddenly came out. She had large brown eyes and a beautifully shaped nose.
I asked her to marry me but she could not hear. My body then asked her to marry it and she said no. Then my body "caught sight" of me and captured me. Suddenly I was back in the bedroom still out of body but below me there were two bodies that were identical and exactly like "my" body. I woke up sweating and tangled in my strings.
I want an operation. I want to be a wire-puppet like the ones at Blind Summit.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Here comes my day a clunking
Plunking into plonkerty
So much rubbish needs must a junking
Thoughts a-thunking plink
When I’m lonely
I want be-withs
Bet rare are the am-withs
Where not think some thoughtly thinks want I
What think is a thunk
I’ve seen some blinks that make a bunk
Every human has to accept that they’ve blunk
And often with a blink
Today is a thinking day
They say I think too much
Some kind of thinking is just a hiding away crutch
Throw it away and talk and say
Oh Thank you,
Thanks very much
If my mind’s a rabbit
It’s a rabbit without a hutch
is a lifelong thing
It’s a thung to think
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Saraband is Master Ingmar Bergman's last film so far and is a must see for any of you shit directors out there who don't know what you're doing when it comes to your actors. Here is acting at its finest in a tightly woven chamberpiece where the depths of human selfishness, especially that of artists, is given the kind of air that lets truths multiply in action and emotion - the miniscule vibration of facial muscles that convey the macroscopic turmoils of the heart and the dying of the soul.
The story is about a weak son and a tyrannically domineering father. The father was an operatic celebrity. His son is a cellist of competence who has never enjoyced the limelight. But his daughter, his dad's grand-daughter with whom he is disgustingly committing incest has the potential to be noted by the snobby and hyper-critical classical music world. But she has to break free of her dad, and grandad whose daughter she possibly could be. In two scenes the music, Bach, in the church and Bruckner, Symphony no. 9, in the grand dad's study are used with masterly psychological accuracy.
It is one week since my last post and in that time a super-nova has exploded. It is the brightest thing anyone has ever seen. But I didn't see it. Did you? Please contact bbc.co.uk if you did see it. Apparently one is going to happen in our galaxy, the Milky Way very soon. Lock up your Mars bars.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
In a picture beamed to NASA on Earth from the New Horizons spacecraft orbiting Jupiter we see the similarity between VanGogh's masterpiece Starry Night and the Little Red Spot ( a storm the size of planet Earth, situated below the famous Great Red Spot, an even greater storm requiring a celestial teacup) .
- A link to pictures from Jupiter and its moons:
- A link to the Van Gogh web gallery:
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
a big and adventitious haylo hayhi to all the personpuppetbodies out there in this week of carnage and tragedy for the humanus familia. What are we saying to each other when so many have been blown up in Iraq and a young South Korean man with a speech impediment who had been bullied at school had to go so far as to execute 32 fellow students? Are you humans saying you hate each other so much? Is life no longer worth living?
The link above takes you to a new google thing mymaps where you can use googlemaps to make your own map-world. In this case it is Our Earth as Art. The world is beautiful but as now with too much riches and selfishness if it is unshared it is not really enjoyed. Deep down all beings have a profound ontological requirement-not just a need or want-requirement to share: information, emotions, being, sensations. so please stop the selfishness out there. Ask yourself next time Am I being selfish, do I need that extra $1million or could it go to something that can further the well-being of the 1BILLION people the world over who are deprived.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Monday, April 09, 2007
ELVISSTEIN is coming
to this site soon....
Please keep an eye on this site for this creepy tale of 21st Century
ELVISSTEIN is coming to this site soon. Please creep an eye on this site for this keepy tale of 21st Century Mayhem and Disillusionment. Please be advised that ELVISSTEIN and ELVISTEIN is now heavily copyrighted and that any infringements will lead to consequences!
The Amazing and Tragic Tale Will Be Here Exclusively Soon...
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Not much is of much importance without the understanding that there are things in existence that are worthwhile. The hope of eternal life beyond the manipulation of strings that articulate wood is worthwhile. Hope. Richard Dawkins asserts that belief in a meta-substance: meta-matter is a belief that is not worthwhile. I have news: chance is a fine thing but matter does not operate in one direction of linear time.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
The earth breathes again, life begins its cycle here.
However, my mind is on sadder things and that is Iraq. I have here an excerpt from John Simpson's article about intelligence (read STUPIDITY) gathered in Iraq before the invasion.
Remember 1,000,000 people have now lost their lives there.
This blog should link directly to the full article. Or just click> HERE
Here is the excerpt:
I've gathered from government sources over a period of time that British intelligence had two or three agents on the fringes of Saddam Hussein's inner circle here.
They would have sent their reports to London by radio, and must have been remarkably brave men.
But they weren't close enough to Saddam to know the best-kept secret of his rule: that at some stage in the 1990s, he got rid of most of his weapons of mass destruction.
But why should he want to keep that a secret? British officials believe it's because he was afraid his neighbour, Iran, would take advantage of his weakness, and invade.
It has emerged that MI6, the Secret Intelligence Service, was up-front about its lack of first-class intelligence about Iraq.
It told Tony Blair it hadn't known much about Iraq's work on chemical and biological weapons since 1988.
But that wasn't the impression Mr Blair gave to Parliament. As we've seen, he called the intelligence "extensive, detailed and authoritative".
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
I observe that The Snail by Matisse and The Carrying of the Cross by Bosch share a structural resemblance. Both compositions send the eye to the centre and outwards in a spiral. A snail is a being who carries a cross of sorts all its life. Snails fascinate me. If human dwellings were always on the verge of being stamped on by giants how would they have evolved?
Saturday, March 10, 2007
The modern and post-modern city was begat in the competition between merchant-titans. It is a shit machine that beshits itself. To live in the city of the modern life is to compete and be forced to behave like a rat. The top "athletes" are rewarded massively with gold palaces. In the middle you humans have puppets like me to keep you entertained. Your lives are punctuated by sex and adrenaline and alcohol. So that you don't feel too angry with the winners, many of whom (but not all) are cheats, these drugs and other distractions are provided for you. At the bottom of the pile are the homeless and the poor; and farther down are those in the 3rd World who cry from hunger. The machine of Capital has become crueller. Mad Meg by Breughel the Elder, the painting below on the is a good graphic analogy of this schizophrenic people-eating machine.
The machine of Capital teeters (titters; tits?) on the verge of serious failure. The machine has over-heated. It may conk out. Loonies masquerading as sane from every colour of the political spectrum will promise you solutions and paradises. But the reality of their policies may be more akin to those of a Stalin or a Hitler. The other version of events may be a fragmented society of rapacious vigilantes or small armies. If the crops start to fail because of global warming it could be a nightmare scenario...
On public transport I hear people drunkenly joking about whether or not their jobs will be secure next year. I say elect me Squorch747. It will be as if you are flying first class on your favourite airline to your favourite destination with the person of your dreams sitting beside you... Course I jest, but in jest I warn you of serious times ahead if the machine keeps trampling on people and ruining humans. Every single human being has the potential to be of value to his/her community. The painting below is The Carrying of the Cross by Hieronymus Bosch who influenced some of Breughel works. The first painting above is also by Pieter Breughel and I think it is the Tower of Babel. I will be showing a few more of Breughels paintings soon. Stay tuned and entertained. Don't get mad. Despite my own anger on behalf of the unloved and unwanted I must promote forgiveness because that can heal the society of you humans; a society on the verge of collapsing into a I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Have you heard the one about the Capitalist, the Communist and the Cobbler? Nor have I but I'm waiting for the podcast: I predict a write-off.