Yearly Archives for 2007

David Lynch talks defense policy with Shimon Peres: meditation is "like a giant flak jacket"

Reuters, Oct. 16 – The acclaimed American filmmaker David Lynch has brought his own distinctive style to the issue of Middle East peace in a meeting with the Israeli President, Shimon Peres.

Lynch, who’s well-known for films such as Blue Velvet, Mulholland Drive and the Twin Peaks television series, told Peres he wanted to help bring peace to the region.

The filmmaker has been an advocate of transcendental meditation for more than three decades and he told the Israeli president that the practice could provide the Jewish state and the Middle East with better protection than armies.

Peres, a veteran of politics and conflict, welcomed Lynch’s perspective and his visit, although he did appear bemused by the proposals.

link courtesy Joshua Babcock

Alan McGee on Arthur.

Why I’ll miss Arthur

British music magazines are formulaic and superficial in comparison to the underground American press.

by Alan McGee

The Guardian Music Blog – March 7, 2007 8:30 AM

Last month, the sad news that Arthur magazine would be taking an indefinite hiatus from publication was announced. Based in Los Angeles, Arthur was the most eclectic, thoughtfully designed periodical I have encountered. Arthur was clearly drawn to psychedelic music and was always a good place to look for fresh acts but to say it was a music magazine would be a misnomer. This free publication presented contemporary artwork, photography, political essays and literary reviews with admirable disregard for categorisation. I never picked up a copy of Arthur without finding something intriguing and informative and I believe that magazines of which this can be said are all too few and far between.

How many music-orientated publications do we have in Britain that invigorate the mind and encourage the reader to explore unknown acts? Yet in the US, Arthur took a place among a score of publications that catered to tastes outside the boundaries of the big glossies. Major cities have weekly newspapers (the Village Voice, the Stranger) which cast a discerning eye over “alternative” culture, and magazines such as No Depression and Creem focus on specialised interests that are untouched by the chart-orientated monthlies.

While it would be unreasonable to expect the same range here in the UK, it has to be said that the publications we do have appear decidedly conservative and uninspired in comparison. There seems to be little or no ground between tabloid-style attention to chart acts and the more middle-aged, conservation work of tirelessly compiling lists and meditating on past glories. It’s a shame, because I believe that in drawing attention to what is being produced under the radar and discussing its merits, magazines like Arthur have a nurturing effect on great music and art. They connect artists with audiences and provide an outlet for intelligent discussion and detailed criticism. While the internet can be used to a similar purpose (salon.com being a good example), printed publications generally afford a greater consistency of quality and as far as I am concerned still command greater attention on the part of the reader.

When asked what inspired him to start the magazine, founder Jay Babcock replied: “I felt this creeping homogenisation of voice in magazines and papers. This snarky ironic tone was everywhere. Word counts were getting shorter for pieces and there didn’t seem to be room anymore for consistently in-depth writing.”

While considering the form his envisioned magazine would take, Babcock looked to American publications of the 60s, British music-press of the 70s, and several revered punk fanzines. The US has an undeniably rich tradition of countercultural publications and music journalism. Lester Bangs and Greil Marcus pioneered two very different approaches to criticism which have been broadly imitated over the decades (often in sloppy fashion) but the fact that Babcock looked to British publications of the 70s is a striking detail. It begs the question as to why a country in which the production of fanzines and musical criticism was once vibrantly alive now appears to offer so little in terms of printed matter.

I don’t wish to play the “everything was better in the 70s” card but it does seem to me that British music publications have fallen victim to the creeping homogenisation Babcock identifies. Beyond the fact that the magazines offered largely fall into the two categories I mentioned earlier, the relentlessly repetitive formulas they use are such that they have become a joke among people who care about music. Aside from the obsessive list-making there is a constant tendency to compare new artists to figures of the past rather than discuss what may be of interest in their own music. Namechecking like this does not encourage people to criticise music but promotes lazy and superficial categorisation.

In the US the backlash against this slump remains vigorous and widespread. While I truly hope that Arthur is revived I do not believe there will ever be any shortage of innovative publications of its kind in the US. It would be great to see the example taken up here. After all, wouldn’t you like the kind of magazine that brought you artwork from Art Spiegelman and Spike Jonze, a column from Thurston Moore, an interview with Arthur C Clarke and love advice from T-Model Ford?

Humans killing planet – update

mnsbc.com

Updated: 7:57 a.m. PT Oct 16, 2007

WASHINGTON – States and the federal government are not doing enough to monitor and manage the water quality of the Mississippi River and its impact on the Gulf of Mexico, where an annual “dead zone” from farm runoff is killing marine life, according to a major scientific assessment released Tuesday.

The study by experts with the National Research Council calls on the Environmental Protection Agency to coordinate the efforts affecting the river and the northern Gulf of Mexico where its water is discharged.

“The limited attention being given to monitoring and managing the Mississippi’s water quality does not match the river’s significant economic, ecological and cultural importance,” said David Dzombak, chairman of panel and professor of environmental engineering at Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh.

In recent years, actions have reduced much point-source pollution, such as direct discharges from factories and wastewater treatment plants.

But the report notes that many of the river’s remaining pollution problems stem from nonpoint sources, such as nutrients and sediments that enter the river and its tributaries through runoff.

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BLACK PANTHER: The Revolutionary Art of Emory Douglas

“Black Panther: The Revolutionary Art of Emory Douglas traces the searing graphic art made by Emory Douglas (b. 1943) while he worked as Minister of Culture for the Black Panther Party from 1967 until its discontinuation in the early 1980s. The Black Panthers cultivated a strong graphic identity for their group and their politics during this period, bringing their concerns to the public through newspapers, posters, and pamphlets that can often be described as angry, militant, and incendiary.

“The graphic production of Douglas reveals an unmistakable humanism, representing a populace that had been denied access to the American dream but who were emerging from segregation and proudly fighting to assert their rights to the American dream of equality for all. Douglas’s work gave potent visual form to the plight of urban mothers and to the humanitarian work undertaken by the Black Panthers to bring social services to their communities.

“The graphic work that Douglas created for print can also be seen within the context of Bay Area visual production from this period, revealing a kinship at times to work by artists such as Peter Saul or R. Crumb, while also serving as a stark antidote to the hedonism embodied in the posters promoting psychedelic rock across the Bay….

“Organized by artist and MOCA Ahmanson Curatorial Fellow Sam Durant with MOCA Chief Curator Paul Schimmel, this compelling exhibition presents approximately 150 of Emory Douglas’s most influential works. In place of a catalogue, the exhibition will be accompanied by a monographic book on the work of Emory Douglas, edited by Sam Durant and published in February 2007 by Rizzoli.”

Sunday, Oct 21 3pm:
“Emory Douglas will discuss the graphic art that he created for the Black Panther Party during the late 1960s through the early ’80s. Following his talk, Douglas will sign copies of the exhibition’s accompanying publication at MOCA Pacific Design Center.”

Los Angeles
Exhibition at the MOCA Pacific Design Center
10.21.07 – 01.20.08

Alan Moore, Michael Moorcock and Iain Sinclair – LIVE in London

FRIDAY 26 OCTOBER BISHOPSGATE INSTITUTE

“London Lip”: a celebration of the paperback publication of London: City of Disappearances. Witness a rare urban excursion from the legendary Northampton magus of the graphic novel Alan Moore and the Texas-exiled creator of the multiverse, author of Mother London, Michael Moorcock. A conversation refereed by the book’s editor, Iain Sinclair [see below]. Plus Brian Catling and Kirsten Norrie.

Tickets £10 from Wegottickets.com or £12 on the door. This event starts promptly at 6.30pm.
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On the road

The son of a Welsh GP, IAIN SINCLAIR studied in Dublin before moving to London with his wife. His early work was self-published, and he worked as a teacher and labourer while researching occult aspects of the city’s past. Fiercely critical of plans to regenerate the capital, he has written a new novel about the ‘semi-celestial’ A13, and talks of leaving Hackney for good.

Stuart Jeffries
Saturday April 24, 2004
The Guardian

Near the outset of Iain Sinclair’s new novel, Dining on Stones, a visionary poet is teased by a young woman for embarking on a seemingly miserable walk along the cursed A13 out of London to research a book. “You love this shit,” the woman tells the poet as they walk. “Trading horror stories. Without Blair and Livingstone, Conran and Foster, the landscape rippers, you’d wind up sharing a couch in an old folks’ home, plaid rug over the knees watching reruns of Fools and Horses.”

Given that the hack is a thinly veiled if unreliable version of Sinclair, the reader would be forgiven for thinking that hers is a jibe at the expense of the writer and everything he stands for.

The poet’s journey will take him past plague pits, over sewers and burial mounds, under the howling skies produced by City Airport; across the occult vortices of Hawksmoor churches, Ripper landmarks and gangland haunts; onward to Dagenham’s Ford car plant, Rainham Marshes, the full-on estuarial blight of oil refineries and warehouses.

It’s a walk devoid of bucolic heritage idylls, one the narrator conceives of as subverting Blair’s bad alchemists as they strive self-defeatingly to redeem the unlucky A13, rebrand east London’s epic badlands as Thames Gateway and fill it with spirit-crushing Barratt-style homes. Without these wannabe Baron Haussmans bent on erasing London’s mystically cursed landscape, though, Sinclair would have to find another muse to justify his punishing schedule of walking and writing.

Perhaps, then, Sinclair does love the exasperating, cursed tangle of his churned-up city? “Yes, I do,” he says over coffee in his unexpectedly genteel sitting room in Hackney. “The A13 is this lovely corridor of blight which feeds the imagination. But the Thames Gateway notion involves sweeping away everything that’s unsightly and messy in favour of a heritage experiment. That all started with Michael Heseltine’s corporatist vision of Docklands redevelopment – a vision taken up by John Prescott and New Labour. They want to transform that other corridor of blight, the Lee Valley, too; swallow it up with Olympic sites. In my work, the pains of the past need to be appeased – or they will come back.”

In Dining on Stones, the poet conceives of his A13 “as a semi-celestial highway, a Blakean transit to a higher mythology, through a landscape of sacred mounds and memories”. Ever since Margaret Thatcher came on the scene with what he regards as her “demonic vision”, Sinclair has been walking London’s semi-celestial highways, and then writing them up so he can pit his higher mythology of ley lines, mounds and primeval forces against government-inspired makeovers and speculative developments.

“As a symbolic manoeuvre to respond to political forces, I’m very happy with what Iain does,” says Patrick Wright, friend and rival literary pathologist of east London during the Thatcher era. Sinclair’s invocation of a mythologised London is no mere “manoeuvre”, however. He believes there are occult forces at work in east London and that they can be mapped by considering the alignments of Nicholas Hawksmoor’s post-Great Fire churches. “I don’t care about Iain’s hokey-pokey malevolent stuff,” says Wright, “but what was and is fascinating for me is that these systems of geometry and meaning are brought up by Iain just when the city is coming to the end of the enlightenment project, when the welfare state is being destroyed and the dream of London’s municipal socialism is being crushed by Thatcher.”
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Americans just don't give a shit.

The ‘Good Germans’ Among Us

By FRANK RICH
Published: October 14, 2007 New York Times

“BUSH lies” doesn’t cut it anymore. It’s time to confront the darker reality that we are lying to ourselves.

Ten days ago The Times unearthed yet another round of secret Department of Justice memos countenancing torture. President Bush gave his standard response: “This government does not torture people.” Of course, it all depends on what the meaning of “torture” is. The whole point of these memos is to repeatedly recalibrate the definition so Mr. Bush can keep pleading innocent.

By any legal standards except those rubber-stamped by Alberto Gonzales, we are practicing torture, and we have known we are doing so ever since photographic proof emerged from Abu Ghraib more than three years ago. As Andrew Sullivan, once a Bush cheerleader, observed last weekend in The Sunday Times of London, America’s “enhanced interrogation” techniques have a grotesque provenance: “Verschärfte Vernehmung, enhanced or intensified interrogation, was the exact term innovated by the Gestapo to describe what became known as the ‘third degree.’ It left no marks. It included hypothermia, stress positions and long-time sleep deprivation.”

Still, the drill remains the same. The administration gives its alibi (Abu Ghraib was just a few bad apples). A few members of Congress squawk. The debate is labeled “politics.” We turn the page.

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Farewell Sri Chinmoy

Sri Chinmoy, Athletic Spiritual Leader, Dies at 76

By COREY KILGANNON
Published: October 13, 2007 New York Times

Sri Chinmoy, the genial Indian-born spiritual leader who used strenuous exercise and art to spread his message of world harmony and inner peace, died Thursday at his home in Jamaica, Queens, where he ran a meditation center. He was 76.

The cause was a heart attack, said representatives of his organization, the Sri Chinmoy Center.

Mr. Chinmoy spread his philosophy through his own way of life, exercising and creating art and music. He drew attention by power-lifting pickup trucks and public figures like Muhammad Ali and Sting. He said he had drawn 16 million “peace birds.”

He slept only 90 minutes a day, he said, and when he was not traveling to perform in concerts and spread his message, spent the rest of the time meditating, playing music, exercising and making art.

His followers said he had written 1,500 books, 115,000 poems and 20,000 songs, created 200,000 paintings and had given almost 800 peace concerts.

Drawing upon Hindu principles, Mr. Chinmoy advocated a spiritual path to God through prayer and meditation. He emphasized “love, devotion and surrender” and recommended that his disciples nurture their spirituality by taking on seemingly impossible physical challenges.

“His life was all about challenging yourself and being the best you can be,” said Carl Lewis, the Olympic sprinter, a friend of Mr. Chinmoy’s. “He told his disciples to go out and meet a challenge you don’t think you can do.”

“He’s the reason I plan on running the New York marathon when I’m 50,” Mr. Lewis said in a telephone interview yesterday.

In the 1970’s, Mr. Chinmoy was a guru to several prominent musicians, including the guitarist John McLaughlin, who for a time ran the Mahavishnu Orchestra, a name given it by Mr. Chinmoy, as well as the bandleader Carlos Santana, the singer Roberta Flack and the saxophonist Clarence Clemons.

Mr. Chinmoy gathered with his disciples at a private clay tennis court off 164th Street that doubled as a verdant meditation site known as Aspiration Ground. He built a worldwide network of meditation centers and had more than 7,000 disciples.

Yesterday at the compound, Mr. Chinmoy’s followers — dressed in their traditional white attire — lined up at an altar where he lay in an open coffin. Memorial services are planned throughout the weekend.

Sri Chinmoy Kumar Ghose was born a Hindu in 1931 in what is now Bangladesh. From the age of 12, he lived in an ashram. He said he idolized the track star Jesse Owens.

Mr. Chinmoy immigrated to New York in 1964 to work as a clerk at the Indian Consulate. He opened a meditation center in Queens with a philosophy of celibacy, vegetarianism and meditation and attracted hundreds of followers, many settling near his two-story home on 149th Street.

To achieve spiritual enlightenment, he advocated extreme physical activity, including weight lifting, distance running and swimming.

Disciples put his philosophy of self-transcendence into practice by undertaking challenges like swimming the English Channel or running ultra-marathons, including an annual 3,100-mile race run every year over a two-month period in Queens.

After a knee injury ended his own running, in his 60s, Mr. Chinmoy began lifting weights and within several years could shoulder-press more than 7,000 pounds on a special lifting apparatus. He publicly lifted heavy objects including airplanes, schoolhouses and pickup trucks, to help increase awareness of the need for humanitarian aid.

He also lifted more than 8,000 people since 1988, including world peace figures like Nelson Mandela and Desmond Tutu. He hoisted the Rev. Jesse Jackson, Eddie Murphy, Susan Sarandon, Yoko Ono and Richard Gere. Mr. Chinmoy lifted 20 Nobel laureates and a team of sumo wrestlers. He lifted Sid Caesar and a (reformed) headhunter from Borneo, and picked up Representative Gary L. Ackerman, a Democrat, and Representative Benjamin Gilman, a Republican at the same time.

“I thought it was some magician’s trick, but it wasn’t,” Mr. Ackerman said yesterday. “He was running extreme marathons before people even knew what extreme sports were. When you were around him, you had the sudden realization you were in the presence of somebody very, very holy and very devout.”

Yesterday, hundreds of his disciples gathered at the tennis court. Many, like Mr. Lewis, had flown in from places around the world. There were condolence letters faxed from world figures, including former Vice President Al Gore and Mikhail Gorbachev, the last Soviet leader, who met and corresponded with Mr. Chinmoy frequently.

Mr. Gorbachev wrote that Mr. Chinmoy’s passing was “a loss for the whole world” and that “in our hearts, he will forever remain a man who dedicated his whole life to peace.”