“Nothing Happened. It never does, but it will. The revolving
door shoved me into the lobby, and the desk clerk bobbed about in his
stockade.” (15)
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Money's style
Monday, February 20, 2012
Cronenberg's Film Crash
The David Cronenberg adaptation of Ballard’s Crash
finds itself in an odd place film-wise.
Watching the movie was almost nothing like reading the book in my
opinion. The main thing about the movie
that left me so disjointed was the mere fact that the audience had almost no
access to the mind of the character of James Ballard whereas the book is
completely set within his mind. In a
way this makes leaves the film feeling lacking and unconnected to the events
taking place. At times we just see
Ballard staring at things in the film without any explanation and this hurts
the viewers understanding of his inner fantasies and sexual desires. There is something to be said that the film
suffered from the fact that it was for ‘mass’ audiences and thus it is censored
in certain areas. Although Cronenberg
went father than many directors would with the graphicness of the moments in
the movie it is nowhere compared to the written work by JG Ballard. While I am full aware that it was an
adaptation I constantly thought throughout the movie that if I had not read the
book I would most defiantly be utterly lost with the plot and motives of the
characters, save for Ballard’s wife who is far more perverted than Ballard in
the film while the opposite is true for the book. There is one thing that Cronenberg nailed for me directly on the
head, and that would be the world where this all takes place. While it is Canada, only reviled by the cars
license plates, it still has that blandness that JG’s ‘London’ did. Overall the film may have a similar tone to
the book to me it did not have the same grasping qualities that the book had, I
did not understand the film Ballard the way I did the one in the book, not that
I fully understood that character either.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Ballard’s Intent
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Ballard Attempt
Ticking
It only becomes quite at the moment where their heart stops
that irritating noise. I just would
like it to all stop. When I am home is
the only time I can be at peace. The
two-foot foam filled walls keep all the awful noises out and the good ones
inside. The humming of my computers
flawless processing unit sings a wonderful lullaby to me as I enter this
beautiful home. Whenever I leave these
small walls and gleaming personal computer apparatus I find my self in a temper
that does not fit my life.
The
first time I found peace was when I was only a young boy. I had received my first in a line of many
computers. The first night the song that the wonderful hum made within the
walls of my room almost put me to sleep, something was off however. There was this other beat I could now notice
that was out of sync with the glorious hum of the spinning of the sixty
gigabyte hard drive and the snapping of electricity through the wires within the
power supply. It was a awfully out of
tune apparatus that beat out of tempo with this electronic symphony. It went at a mild fifty-five beats a minute,
far off from the scale of my orchestra.
I wandered the hall of the cheap condo and found the noise was that of
my brother as he lay in his crib. That
thud thud was ruining every sound from my glorious room. I had to stop it. Placing the pillow over his face made for an easy solution and
holding him down was far simpler than I thought. Once I found that the tempo to
my piece had be returned to one that flowed with the instruments of electricity
better I fond no reason to stay by his lifeless side.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Crash 1-4
The first four chapters of J.G Ballard's Crash throw the reader right into the deep end of the mind of the main character and his fantasies. The book acts as a great example of the moral ambiguity that transgressive novels bring to readers. Ballard (the character) describes his sexual fantasies without any remorse or apologetic tone, he sees them as no different from any other function that one could take part in. He can't and won't stop thinking about sex on almost every level, it is very much a compulsion for him and his desire never seems content.
This story does have an odd setting taking place in a London that does seem a bit altered and during a vague time. My guess on time would be around when in was published (1973) only because the hospital seems to use apparatus that date the time period. For instance when talking about the catheters he says they are made of metal where as now they would use some type of plastic for draining his knees, also this correlates to the car crash as well because most modern cars are made of a type of plastic where the ones he speaks of are made of mostly metal.
The reader is put in the world of the overly sexually charged characters, and thrown into a head rush of intensity that does not let up.
This story does have an odd setting taking place in a London that does seem a bit altered and during a vague time. My guess on time would be around when in was published (1973) only because the hospital seems to use apparatus that date the time period. For instance when talking about the catheters he says they are made of metal where as now they would use some type of plastic for draining his knees, also this correlates to the car crash as well because most modern cars are made of a type of plastic where the ones he speaks of are made of mostly metal.
The reader is put in the world of the overly sexually charged characters, and thrown into a head rush of intensity that does not let up.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
NABOKOV
There is a way in which Nabokov writes that follows the idea of polyphony in the way that the narrator seems to be absent from all the events in the story. The narrator acts as more of a figure to describe the actions of the characters who themselves hold more power in the "conversation" between the two. This is to say that the characters do more then the narrator ever could. this follows the ideas of polyphony because it creates a distance to the reader because we become more of an spectator than a traveler along the journey of the story. This point is emphasized in the portion where Natasha and Wolfe are telling each other the imaginative stories that they want to impress with. they take the reader out the equation by having this conversation and holding back information much unlike most characters would. Most of the time we would be told more information by the narrator but because of this distance we are in the hands of the characters.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Cut Up Poem
Ingat silt flows.
Glossy syntax brings,
growing rectitude but wants to editorialize.
A maggoty shelf of fear above,
the waning floor of
test bungalows.
Major Leonard’s replacement-
-a bioengineering raging of circulation.
Within a sheen church-
-ripple, relation, Hallelujah!
Monday, January 23, 2012
Response to WIlliams Burroughs interview and Selections
I thought that the interview and selections showed a good amount of the personality of Burroughs and his views on his writing and the world as he sees it. I think the way he speaks about politicians in particular was very interesting because he seems to have removed himself from any side at all. He says, "In other words, I'm bored
by politicians" he is speaking about how they are "dull" to him and they don't interest him. this however is different from his general views on what he calls the Machine. He thinks ahead here and talks about how the "southern bell" is changing and on its way out. I think the oddest thing way a few of the later question speaking on the idea of Psi devices and ways of communicating with them. It said earlier that he was a science fiction fan and its funny to here someone of the era wanting to "play" with such devices and use them for a writing mechanic.
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