Sunday, June 29, 2003

While I was at my old house today I was going through some of my books I found a copy of 'The Harrad Experiment' by Robert Rimmer. I thought a little bit of 60s idealism would do me good. It is a highly fictional account of a 'group relationship'. It is about a college professor who decides to experiment with students to see if he can create more mature and stable sexual people if they live together and learn openly about sex at university. I admire the idealism of the 60s even if at times it seems a bit comical. In this section the group try to do an experimental porn movie. This is 'over the top' and then a little bit more! (btw meshugana seems to be jewish slang for crazy - cool word)

Shelia, Val, and Beth played the parts of fashion models
wearing wigs that Jack had brought They swayed their hips and
behinds modishly as they modeled the gowns. Wearing rhinestone
sun glasses, no wigs, but with suitable admiring and haughty
expressions they also played the parts of the female audience.
Although Jack kept insisting that somehow he would end up
with a serious experimental movie, and he spent half his time
either lying on the floor shooting scenes or hanging from the
rafters of the cottage to get interesting camera angles, each re-
hearsal for a particular scene became more horsed up and insane
than the previous one. Most of the time we were helpless with
laughter at our own antics. Jack's pained expression of frustration
reduced Shelia and Beth to hysterical laughter and finally they
got hiccoughs from drinking too much champagne. This morn-
ing the whole meshugana project finally came to an abrupt end.
Jack set his tripod up outside the cottage. Stanley and I (wearing
the ape masks, Henri and Cecil Apenee) were to run past his
camera pursued by Val, Sheila and Beth. Our coat tails flying,
wearing our jockey shorts with the grinning cod-pieces, we
scrambled up the ladder to the roof. Below us the girls were
begging us to come down. They adored our Fanny and Titty
Fashions. In a happy inspiration the girls took off their dresses
and tossed them up at us. We responded by tossing our jockey
shorts back at them. And that's the way our world ended. Not
with a whimper but with a literal bang!
Ebeneezer Schnook emerged from the bushes, actually shoot-
ing a revolver over our heads. He was followed by his deputy,
both screaming hoarsely. We were a disgrace to the human race.
Like Doukhiboors, naked but unbowed, Sheila, Val and Beth
stared at them contemptuously angry at their invasion of privacy.
Stanley and I tried unsuccessfully to make our exit over the op-
posite side of the roof. Jack, a model of propriety, in his bathing
trunks excoriated Ebeneezer and his deputy, who paid no atten-
tion to him. Triumphantly they corralled Stanley and me, their
guns levelled at us in a very determined, no nonsense manner.
Blogger have changed their format for creating new posts and I don't know why. The old way was more elegant and stylish, it might even be more straightforward. I don't think it is more reliable.
First of all, some business on the weekly challenge, plase go to:

Works of Fulke Greville

to find a sonnet beginning 'The earth, with thunder torn'. I particularly like this sonnet. It is quite dark and despite the fact that he holds on to his religious faith it is something that would be relevant today and could even be said today. Swinburne would probably like the bit about whipping. (I think it is sonnet 86, even though the website refers to it as sonnet 87)

I have started to read Lucretius again on the advice of a new penguin class that I bought yesterday. This book isn't supposed to be interesting just a collecting of scientific meditations. I am fascinated though because this guy hasn't thought about any of these things before and some of his insights are quite close to what we think today. Also he has some marvellous interludes where he waffles about anything and sometimes they are more interesting than the actual science.

The book that I bought yesterday is called 'The reader's guide' it was published in 1960 and it has a panel of experts who recommend to the 'general reader' the best books to buy. It is quite interesting I like the photographs and the biographies of each of the experts.

Sunday, June 22, 2003

Here is your exercise for the day:

Find the line this poem comes from and tell me if there is an answer:

"Life is a top which whipping sorrow driveth"

Answer is hopefully soon

Thursday, June 12, 2003

I'm reading two books - 'Medieval thought' an ancient pelican by Gordon Leff and 'How the mind works by Stephen Pinker. It is quite funny because last night I was reading about Anselms ontological proof for God and today I'm reading about robots and genetic coding of behaviour. Quite an eclectic mix.

Not much fiction I'm still trying to read Crime and Punishment and I finished a Val McDermid book which was a little bit trashy and too much on the horror side for my liking.