The Unlimited Dream Company, written, edited & directed by Sam Scoggins. 16mm, 24 mins, color, 1983.
“The British science fiction writer J.G. BALLARD talks about his life
and work. Meanwhile a crashed pilot stalks the landscapes of his
dreams. The film is concerned with what constitutes an adequate picture
of a person, the role of the imagination in transforming the world.”Sunday, 6 April 2014
Psychic TV - La Edad de Oro (TVE Studios Madrid October 16, 1984)
Remember them this way not this...
Psychic TV - Dreams Less Demo Cassette
1 - White Nights (Alternate Mix)
2 - Eden2 (No Insert)
3 - Nursery Funk
4 - Twisted (Backing Track)
5 - Breakthrough
6 - Cold Steel (Alex Vocals)
7 - In The Nursery (Backing Track)
8 - Ancient Lights (Alternate Mix)
9 - Translucent Carriages (Early Mix)
10 - Botanica (Alternate Mix)
11 - Eden3 (Alternate Mix)
12 - Thee Orchids (Alternate Mix)
13 - Iron Glove (Alternate Mix)
Added LOL at the time of posting:
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(Thanx Martin!)
WOW!
'Blue Yodel No 6' Singer "EmiSunshine" is only 9-years-old, but already she can sing, play the ukulele, banjolele, mandolin, kazoo, and a little piano. In this video she is captured playing Jimmie Rodgers' "Blue Yodel No. 6" by an impressed bystander. At The Sweetwater, Tennessee Flea Market
Saturday, 5 April 2014
Michael Faber on J.G. Ballard's 'Kindness of Women'
Like many men scarred by war, JG Ballard spent much of his life
determined not to talk about it. Had he died in his early 50s (not such
an improbable fate, given his intake of alcohol and tobacco) only one
short story, "The Dead Time", would have existed to pay direct witness
to his wartime experience. He preferred to divert the memories into more
fantastical conceptions: drowned worlds, concrete islands, terminal
beaches, atrocity exhibitions.
It wasn't until the 1980s that he commanded his fiction to shine a documentary torch into his own life, to illuminate, and perhaps to exorcise his Shanghai ghosts. He confronted them first in Empire of the Sun, tackled them again from another angle in The Kindness of Women, and finally – just before he died – offered a conventionally "truthful" account in his autobiography, Miracles of Life. The Kindness of Women, marketed as a "sequel" to Empire of the Sun, steered back towards the provocative style of Ballard's earlier work, exploring the psychic fallout of horror and violence. The scene where young Jim watches four somnolent Japanese soldiers slowly murder a Chinese prisoner with telephone wire is a masterpiece of understatement and baleful resonance: even as Jim negotiates his own escape, we know that, on a deeper level, there is no escaping from such a sight.
Seventeen novella-like chapters fictionalise the key phases of Ballard's life from 1937 to 1987, starting with his childhood in Shanghai where the rich, perpetually tipsy westerners play tennis, go shopping and sidestep the growing mound of refugee bodies felled by hunger, typhus and bombs. "To my child's eyes, which had seen nothing else, Shanghai was a waking dream where everything I could imagine had already been taken to its extreme." Those last 15 words serve as a manifesto for all of Ballard's novels.
If the strangeness of Shanghai is meant to foreshadow Auschwitz, Vietnam and the contextless chaos of modern media, Jim's medical studies in postwar England tell us a lot about Ballard's values as a prose-writer. When he begins to dissect a cadaver, a friend warns him: "You'll have to cut away all the fat before you reach the fascia." It's an appropriate metaphor for Ballard's clinical approach to narrative, an odd mixture of focus and nonchalance. While he liked to set himself apart from oh-so-literary avant-gardists by insisting that he was "an old-fashioned storyteller at heart", he was impatient with the conventions that had underpinned respectable mainstream fiction since the Victorians. Surrealism's emphasis on the inexplicable and SF's tolerance for haphazard characterisation and unnaturalistic dialogue suited his own inclinations, even if some readers might find these things alienating.
It is in the area of physicality – especially sex – that Ballard's style jars most with the conventions of British fiction. It's hard to imagine another English author who could come up with a sentence like: "Her small, detergent-chafed hands, with their smell of lipstick, semen and rectal mucus, ran across my forehead." Frequent references to penises, labia, pelvises and prostates underscore Jim's contention that "Gray's Anatomy is a far greater novel than Ulysses." Ballard is unashamedly fascinated by the flesh – every pore, blemish and scar of it. The scenes in The Kindness of Women where Jim dissects the woman's carcass inspire some of Ballard's most tender, most respectful, most reverent writing.
For all his modernity, however, Ballard was formed by the fashions of a previous age; he could never quite shake the values instilled in him by Biggles and Boy's Own. His ambivalent fascination with soldiers, his disdain for the defeatism of the British in Singapore, and his lifelong love affair with fighter planes, set him apart from the long-haired peaceniks of later generations. His relationship with the times was atypical. Indifferent to music, immune to the charms of psychedelia and bemused by the idealism of hippies, he felt less enamoured of the 1960s than many of his fellow experimenters. He approved of the shake-up of the class system, and celebrated the rise of the literary counterculture that promoted his work, but in The Kindness of Women he chooses to present the 60s as an era driven to psychosis by a steady diet of drugs, assassinations, war trauma and TV. "The demise of feeling and emotion, the death of affect, presided like a morbid sun over the playground of that ominous decade."
It wasn't until the 1980s that he commanded his fiction to shine a documentary torch into his own life, to illuminate, and perhaps to exorcise his Shanghai ghosts. He confronted them first in Empire of the Sun, tackled them again from another angle in The Kindness of Women, and finally – just before he died – offered a conventionally "truthful" account in his autobiography, Miracles of Life. The Kindness of Women, marketed as a "sequel" to Empire of the Sun, steered back towards the provocative style of Ballard's earlier work, exploring the psychic fallout of horror and violence. The scene where young Jim watches four somnolent Japanese soldiers slowly murder a Chinese prisoner with telephone wire is a masterpiece of understatement and baleful resonance: even as Jim negotiates his own escape, we know that, on a deeper level, there is no escaping from such a sight.
Seventeen novella-like chapters fictionalise the key phases of Ballard's life from 1937 to 1987, starting with his childhood in Shanghai where the rich, perpetually tipsy westerners play tennis, go shopping and sidestep the growing mound of refugee bodies felled by hunger, typhus and bombs. "To my child's eyes, which had seen nothing else, Shanghai was a waking dream where everything I could imagine had already been taken to its extreme." Those last 15 words serve as a manifesto for all of Ballard's novels.
If the strangeness of Shanghai is meant to foreshadow Auschwitz, Vietnam and the contextless chaos of modern media, Jim's medical studies in postwar England tell us a lot about Ballard's values as a prose-writer. When he begins to dissect a cadaver, a friend warns him: "You'll have to cut away all the fat before you reach the fascia." It's an appropriate metaphor for Ballard's clinical approach to narrative, an odd mixture of focus and nonchalance. While he liked to set himself apart from oh-so-literary avant-gardists by insisting that he was "an old-fashioned storyteller at heart", he was impatient with the conventions that had underpinned respectable mainstream fiction since the Victorians. Surrealism's emphasis on the inexplicable and SF's tolerance for haphazard characterisation and unnaturalistic dialogue suited his own inclinations, even if some readers might find these things alienating.
It is in the area of physicality – especially sex – that Ballard's style jars most with the conventions of British fiction. It's hard to imagine another English author who could come up with a sentence like: "Her small, detergent-chafed hands, with their smell of lipstick, semen and rectal mucus, ran across my forehead." Frequent references to penises, labia, pelvises and prostates underscore Jim's contention that "Gray's Anatomy is a far greater novel than Ulysses." Ballard is unashamedly fascinated by the flesh – every pore, blemish and scar of it. The scenes in The Kindness of Women where Jim dissects the woman's carcass inspire some of Ballard's most tender, most respectful, most reverent writing.
For all his modernity, however, Ballard was formed by the fashions of a previous age; he could never quite shake the values instilled in him by Biggles and Boy's Own. His ambivalent fascination with soldiers, his disdain for the defeatism of the British in Singapore, and his lifelong love affair with fighter planes, set him apart from the long-haired peaceniks of later generations. His relationship with the times was atypical. Indifferent to music, immune to the charms of psychedelia and bemused by the idealism of hippies, he felt less enamoured of the 1960s than many of his fellow experimenters. He approved of the shake-up of the class system, and celebrated the rise of the literary counterculture that promoted his work, but in The Kindness of Women he chooses to present the 60s as an era driven to psychosis by a steady diet of drugs, assassinations, war trauma and TV. "The demise of feeling and emotion, the death of affect, presided like a morbid sun over the playground of that ominous decade."
J.G. Ballard: five years on
Richard Heslop and Mark French: Shooting The Hunter (Tribute to Derek Jarman)
Richard was one of the cameramen on Derek's film The Garden and this video contains original Super 8 shot by him on the set, together with contemporary footage shot around Prospect Cottage which features in the film. Original music by Fritz Catlin (Skintologists/23 Skidoo). Edited by Ben Cole
Friday, 4 April 2014
TONIGHT IN LONDON: 23 Skidoo and Richard Heslop - Seven Songs @BFI Southbank
‘23 Skidoo’, the driving, intense post-punk, industrial fusion band
will play live to a confrontational video collage made by Richard
Heslop. As first released in 1982 on video label Double Vision, Seven
Songs brilliantly collided a whole gamut of treated, plundered material
to tracks from the hit ‘23 Skidoo’ record of the same name. Presented
tonight in a new, one-off, live version, the event forms the very
special opening to our season This is Now: Film and Video After Punk.
Followed by a DJ set from Don Letts in the benugo Bar.
Tickets £15, concs £11.50 (Members pay £1.50 less)
Wish I was there for this. Original guitarist Sam Mills will be playing alongside Jim Whelan tonight too
Followed by a DJ set from Don Letts in the benugo Bar.
Tickets £15, concs £11.50 (Members pay £1.50 less)
Wish I was there for this. Original guitarist Sam Mills will be playing alongside Jim Whelan tonight too
Thursday, 3 April 2014
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