seeing the Prospect before us

G’day Possums,

Shane on September

Some rehearsal shots …performance stuff will be up soon.

Emma, jump

We’ve produced another video and seeing it on the “Big-Screen” for the first time was quite an experience.

Da BIG screen

The lens quality of it was very good and segments which deliberately had no sound, generally, worked. What took me by surprise was a quality, something akin to scale in sculpture that became apparent in one or two sections.

Ally and Jack

Making a sculpture you are always aware of the pieces’ intended destination; the light, reflections and any other factors that affect the way a work is visually altered by its environment and therefore altered aesthetically.

Laura, jete

In film it would seem to be rhythm that best equates with sculptural “scale”.

Olivia and Gus

When the rhythm is “out” it’s almost as if the mind drifts away from the narrative by presenting another thought (or no thought at all) until the original rhythm is picked up and you are returned to the journey.  Like scale, rhythm is inherent in the structure from initial concept through to final title and any deviation or hic-cough in the flow disturbs the viewing experience, which is quite literally magnified on the big screen.

Timing, composition and relationship to previous and following scenes all seem to be part of this rhythm mix and a somewhat instinctive faculty in balancing these elements, important.

A complex business but enjoyable to tackle…. Video may be seen at…..     

http://youtu.be/bet120uIpvw

Wombat Droppings

Prefect Pyne the Whyne

Christopher “The Whyne” Pyne got caught out lying to camera again…ABC had a lovely time, I think, refuting his bullshit.

Shades of, “I-didn’t-meet–for-an assignation with Ashby.”

“Rabbott” has promised that the Liarbrils will definitely “STOP-THE-BOATS” in their fist term….yeah, right… and bangs on about not being a divisive government…which although untrue, sounded fine until you started reading a Mal Brough (oops, there’s that Ashby coot again) fundraising menu on FB and realised that the new definition of BOGAN is “Member of Liberal Party”!

Rabbott

Joe “What-a-Feeling” Hockey feigns a four-year-olds’ pout and whinges, “BUT SHE CALLED ME FAT, mummy!”  Or in other words.. Oohhh, look over there …a rabbit!

Steve (Smack-em-down) Ciobo, Liarbril, Q’land opines that people are lining up to “slit Gillard’s throat”…. Hmmmmm such delicate language skills that as Tim (Queer-Coot from IPA) Wilson says “…..is just the hurley-burley of politics”. Really Tim?… Not offensive ? Not inciting others to similar comment?

Alan “Bondi” Jones is still doing his malevolent and execrably putrid best on radio, this time over “Menu-Gate”, blaming the victim for playing the gender card …sort of like blaming the Titanic passengers for drowning themselves.

One of his shock-jock ilk  (Sattler, Perth) was suspended ( late news ...his radio station sacked him) for his offensive comments to the PM’s face on radio but you have to wonder when the Liarbrils and their conservative media will reap the whirlwind of this legitimisation of hate they have been so adept at cultivating and sowing.

‘Tis a pity that their policy development doesn’t receive the same attention but then, any distraction will serve their purpose in hiding the truth of their plans.

Here in the State of Tardis (where-All-Goes-Backward), Failed ex-Premier Jeff “Bully-Boy” Kennett (The Dorian Gray of Tardis State politics) uninvited, put his hand up to be the saviour of the under-performing Melbourne F.C.

One M.F.C. supporter said succinctly, “I’d rather we kept losing”.

A sentiment more widely appreciated than “Bully-Boys’” exploration into cognitive dissonance. But then, this syndrome seems endemic in the conservative side of politics.

$70,000,000 is being spent on incarceration modules on railway stations and more prisons; this being announced at the same time as pretend premier Dodo (Inutilus Rusticus) Napthine doesn’t announce cutting $2,500,000 and effectively closing down successful programs for marginalised youth.

Well, at least there’s accommodation for them and a bonus for the privatised prisons if they don’t re-offend within a certain time. A scheme, by-the-way, poo--pooed by the sentencing and parole authorities as open to rorting.

Perhaps a scheme thought up by ex-Liarbril Member for Frankston, Geoff (“Fiddles”) Shaw?  Who is still under police investigation…. allegedly.

The new $3,000,000,000 freeway to nowhere that solves nothing is going to be a win-win for the developers. The taxpayer is to pick up the tab if road usage isn’t as predicted!

Dontcha just love the economic competence and forward thinking of the Tardis State Liarbrils?

Build a 30 km rail link to the airport? Nah, too hard.

Matty (“What’s-a-Backhander”) Guy, State of Tardis (where-All-Goes-Backward) mis-planning minister t’other day praised “Bully-Boy” Kennett as being the saviour of the Art Deco, Regent Theatre.

My research indicated that it was the late Rupert Hamer, Premier at the time and not btw a friend of Kennett. And let’s not forget the bans by the Builder’s Labourers Federation for three years, stopping Lord Mayor Ron “Casino” Walker (friend of “Bully-Boy”) from demolishing the place.

Matty was at the time a staffer for “Bully-Boy” so, in best IPA fashion, is probably re-inventing history to praise his mentor.

State of Tardis (Where-All-Goes-Backward) Liarbrils have just celebrated 100 days since deposing Big Bird Baillieu ( Silveretail Incompetens). There has been a lot more noise but the policy has remained unimaginatively retrograde.

Cheers Petals,

Shane

stage rehearsal

...to the gutter.

 G'day Petals,

 Once upon a time being in the gutter meant that you were young, on your way home from school, that there had been heavy rain; and that you and your mate were racing twigs or leaves along in the rushing water to see which one would win by being the first down the drain at the corner.

Today it has other meanings

Rue Louis Blanc, 10e, Paris 

It was expected but the reality was a bit more confronting than expected

Rue St Maur 10e, Paris

Rue J. Dodu 10e Paris

Which, being said, is in no way a criticism, just an observation.

graffiti 10e, Paris

derelict building, Paris 11e

 Graffitti has its visual fascination as does the ruin and the arbitary nature of multiple torn posters

Poster site Paris Metro

Paris 10e

 But the street as pissoir is not art; only unhealthy and smelly.

Which leads to .......

Politics

It has also been an interesting fortnight in the Antipodean political gutter.

Starting from the minute Leigh Sales, (ABC 7.30, Report) having done her research on the topic of BHP and the Olympic Dam mine, savaged Tony “the rabbit” Abbott for his pathetic jingoistic “one-liner” answers and exposed not only his tenuous grasp of the truth but also his party’s lack of credible policy.

Flowing from this was Liarbril, Grahame Morris’ (“….one of Australia's most respected political commentators and government relations professionals……” (His words not mine) defence response on public radio, “Leigh can be a bit of a cow at times…” to be followed up by what was allegedly an apology next day, “Oh, perhaps I should have said hard-hitting”.

Sales’ rejoinder was a delight , “I’d rather be a cow than a Dinosaur”!

Why is it that Liabrils and good manners can never intersect?

Then there was Peter “Rottweiler” Reith exposing his humanitarianism on the SBS’s Reality/Doco “Go back to Where You Came From” maliciously supported by Angry “Bogan” Anderson.

They verbally wrapped themselves in the Aussie flag and defecated in it!

Reith’s comment on 774 “…you can run a laundry in a mining site and get $400,000.00 a year….” went unchallenged ‘til a small torrent of mine workers poured in to wash the record clean.

Could you trust a person who claimed that refugee parents were throwing their children into the sea or loaned out his government and taxpayer funded phone for his son’s use… as Reith did? 

Virginia Triroli’s commentary, “Reith re-writes history….” (The Age, Saturday Sept.1^st )  finished up with the paragraph: “If an untruth like this is deliberately left uncorrected, does that make it a lie? I’ll leave that to the ethicist to decide.  Etc”.

As it seems the Liabril’s have few ethics; I reckon if it walks like a Duck and quacks like a Duck …… ergo: Peter Reith is a Duck!

Anne Summers’ extract in the same paper from her 2012 Human Rights and Social Justice Lecture: “Her rights at work: The political persecution of Australia’s first female prime minister”, is worth reading as it coolly lays out the vile, malicious and sexist misogyny Gillard has been constantly subjected to by the tories and their bogan supporters.

Watch the Senate and see how Penny Wong (Labor) is treated by the Liabrils during question time.  Apparently they see no distinction between policy argument, policy effect and the person.

But I must admit to enjoying Senator Brandis’ apoplectic, pursed lip rage when Wong retorted with either a, “His” or “Her Majesty….” as part of a reply.

For the Liabrils, there is no intellectual level that can’t be lowered far enough to satisfy the “aspirational” bogans who Pavlovian-like, respond best to knee-jerk fear stimuli and ½ truths.

Howard deliberately let the “Race” genie out of the bottle and it’s since been fanned along by right-wing radio mouths (like Alan Jones with his infamous provocations to riot at Bondi) ever since. 

Bogan mentality has been empowered by the born-to-rule and consequently a race to the lowest level of the gutter.

Perhaps it was always mythical but Vale, Australian fair play and egalitarianism.

There’s an aphorism that when you’re young you're idealistic and “left” thinking and only become conservative with experience and age … well my local far right scribe has been his rollicking best of late, castigating teachers by penning an article where he starts with what was possibly meant to be a heart-warming identification anecdote of how he was suspended as a middle school student for not apologising to a teacher whom he had called “.. a left wing commie bastard”.

If I had been the Principal, I would have suspended him just for the tautology.

Seems the lad started as a repressed bogan and has just expanded to a repressed far-right one… hardly seems progressive.
And his scribblings suggest that better prose may have produced later by humbly and earlier, studying more.

Cheers Possums,

Shane.