Birth and Childhood.
Saturday, August 12, 2017
Friday, August 11, 2017
what is art?
reading a fascinating book called The Art of asking by Amanda Palmer and I think it's time I honestly assess what kind of an artist I am. Lots of people do art for different reasons and there are some who steal the work of others or try to intimidate others through our door turn their gifts into very dark and very destructive purposes. From a purely subjective standpoint or it can be a lot of different things to a lot of different people; whether that be literature, poetry, visual art, film or even performance or dance.
but the thing is that ultimately what makes art art ease the subjective lens through which our reality or an imagined reality is displayed for everyone else. Because the experience and the motive of the artists and their life story as much a part of that lens fabrication is what is filtered through it motivation and style are definitely part of an artist's work. I am not a conventional artist and never have been and probably never will be. I am a real artist simply because of the fact that I had been paid for it, I seek to constantly better my skill, and in my work has been regarded with esteem by peers who I know to be a fact are what might be considered much more conventional artist...
but what I'm probably never really going to have our fans, certainly not hardcore fans so when I listen to a book like the art of asking which basically involves an artist bonding with the community that is interested in their body of work I find myself wondering should I even do it? And the truth of the matter is of course I should but should I adjust my work to Simply doing things that amuse me or should I still continue to do things that are at least semi comprehensible to other people...
I don't have an answer to that question. the question of should I give up writing at all, which was suggested to me a number of years ago at Worldcom by so-called experts, has been answered with the definitive no. and very soon I'll be writing my 7th novel which will complete a self set goal. I fully intend to keep riding after that although how much writing I don't know.
the real question for me is, should I even continue prose writing at all? my poetry is good personal and very often the most compulsive thing that I have to do is an artist even though I have also worked in visual medium and in prose writing. but I must admit I enjoy my prose writing even if it's incredibly painful, I enjoy thinking about it I enjoy thinking what to do with it and I enjoy pretty much everything about it even if very often it's very much a love-hate relationship. very soon I'm going to be selling 20 copies of my book in the Decatur Book Festival and given previous experience with most of my Artistic Endeavors I fully expect very little. an attempt to get the book spiders in the Sugar Factory signed by the Fantastic artist who did the art for it might trigger to buy the booksome of her fans I don't know.
but the thing is is that if no one's actually going to buy these things and it is purely for me wouldn't it make more sense to stick with ebooks and continue to turnout material that I don't have to pay to edit or pay to make covers for or ever dream of hiring my friend to do the audio books, and the answer is I don't know. because the truth is I enjoy the work that my work inspires in other artists in fact it's the greatest satisfaction I get. and it has more meaning to me than simply going to some artists and say draw me a pink spider with a sunset in the background in a world full of toilet clouds... it has meaning because someone else's life was touched by mine through my art even if I had to pay them to do it.
maybe I should pay people to start reading my books I don't know... for most people that would not only be dishonest at a certain level but economically stupid but on the other hand if I actually enjoy it who the fuck is anyone to say otherwise?
Tuesday, August 8, 2017
[Script] FULL Parts is Part Act 1 Scene 1
INT - DEKKER’S ROOM
Dekker is asleep in his suit on the bed. Empty bottles of beer and wine and liquor surround the bed while the bed itself is pristine. Pictures of his family line the walls.
PHONE - CLOSE UP
TEXT MESSAGE
Get your ass up and find him.
(beat)
Or you’re fired.
CLOSE UP OF DECKER’S FACE
Dekker shudders and groans.
DEKKER (VO)
I want to tell you that this is about the evidence.
INT-DEKKER'S ROOM - WIDE SHOT
He slowly starts to get up. He picks up his phone and looks at it a moment.
DEKKER (VO)
But that would be a lie.
PHONE - CLOSE UP
Decker starts to type
TEXT MESSAGE
Eat shit and die.
INT-DEKKER'S ROOM - WIDE SHOT
Dekker looks at the phone.
CLOSE UP OF DEKKER'S FACE
His eyes look like he wants to do something but he just can't do it.
PHONE-CLOSE UP
Dekker's thumb lingers on the send button.
DEKKER (VO)
Having morals sucks.
(beat)
Especially if you are a cop.
PHONE-CLOSE UP
Dekker deletes the message and does not send it.
INT-DEKKER's ROOM - WIDE SHOT
Decker stumbles into the bathroom and turns on the shower.
Dekker is asleep in his suit on the bed. Empty bottles of beer and wine and liquor surround the bed while the bed itself is pristine. Pictures of his family line the walls.
PHONE - CLOSE UP
TEXT MESSAGE
Get your ass up and find him.
(beat)
Or you’re fired.
CLOSE UP OF DECKER’S FACE
Dekker shudders and groans.
DEKKER (VO)
I want to tell you that this is about the evidence.
INT-DEKKER'S ROOM - WIDE SHOT
He slowly starts to get up. He picks up his phone and looks at it a moment.
DEKKER (VO)
But that would be a lie.
PHONE - CLOSE UP
Decker starts to type
TEXT MESSAGE
Eat shit and die.
INT-DEKKER'S ROOM - WIDE SHOT
Dekker looks at the phone.
CLOSE UP OF DEKKER'S FACE
His eyes look like he wants to do something but he just can't do it.
PHONE-CLOSE UP
Dekker's thumb lingers on the send button.
DEKKER (VO)
Having morals sucks.
(beat)
Especially if you are a cop.
PHONE-CLOSE UP
Dekker deletes the message and does not send it.
INT-DEKKER's ROOM - WIDE SHOT
Decker stumbles into the bathroom and turns on the shower.
Saturday, August 5, 2017
20 Questions to Big T
Robot 1 asks Big T some questions about his mercinary duty guarding the Terran constitutional convention in Austin.
Monday, July 31, 2017
Hitler Luck
There are some beings that have more luck than they ought. You can slice it any way you like; the guy who survives getting hit by lighting 27 times, the guy who wins the mega lottery six times, the guy who survives a fall from 10,000 feet. But from time to time, there is a kind of luck that allows someone with a surprising collection of bad ideas to be able to say exactly the right kind of thing in the worst kind of way. There are a number of people like this in history; Rasputin and Hitler come to mind. But there are many others.
The important thing to understand about Hitler Luck is that it isn't magic; it's a purely Earther phenomena, and it manifests itself in the reverse of the way that Earthers are able to collapse lower probability quantum wave forms. This sophism can be positive in certain people who change the world; people who believe so much that they can succeed that they prove everyone else around them, but even then, they have a sense of other, of empathy that allows them to believe that others are real human beings and as such they can be affected by the luck of others or memetics no matter how strong their will.
Some people are so wrapped up in themselves, that they become a legend in their own mind. That's why they have mirrors on Terra; we had a Hitler and a Rasputin because the stories of yours changed our by magic. Not the same story; Terran Hitler got punched a lot, but he was just as indestructible due to magic, not luck.
How many times did people try to kill Hitler? A lot. And not one of them succeeded. The people around him were not so indestructible, which is why the Allies were able to win WWII. The key to defeating Hitler Luck isn't violence. You can never kill someone so able to adjust probability to match their expectations; you collapse it by making them do it themselves. There are a lot of ways to do this; taking their toys or sufficient defeat. But a tried and true way is humiliation, humor and sarcasm.
If you mock someone bestowed with Hitler Luck sufficiently, you can get them to become their own worst enemy. They can go to their own bunker and take care of the misery they inflict on everyone else themselves, but the key is, you have to be relentless. Some well meaning, but idiotic fools will chide you for being 'mean' or 'not sufficiently both sided' but don't relent, not even for a moment. Someone with Hitler Luck could destroy the world, your country, hell, not just your world, all the worlds. With out stories the universe would collapse and how can that happen without new stories in the font of all stories?
So mock on citizens of Earth, mock on.
The important thing to understand about Hitler Luck is that it isn't magic; it's a purely Earther phenomena, and it manifests itself in the reverse of the way that Earthers are able to collapse lower probability quantum wave forms. This sophism can be positive in certain people who change the world; people who believe so much that they can succeed that they prove everyone else around them, but even then, they have a sense of other, of empathy that allows them to believe that others are real human beings and as such they can be affected by the luck of others or memetics no matter how strong their will.
Some people are so wrapped up in themselves, that they become a legend in their own mind. That's why they have mirrors on Terra; we had a Hitler and a Rasputin because the stories of yours changed our by magic. Not the same story; Terran Hitler got punched a lot, but he was just as indestructible due to magic, not luck.
How many times did people try to kill Hitler? A lot. And not one of them succeeded. The people around him were not so indestructible, which is why the Allies were able to win WWII. The key to defeating Hitler Luck isn't violence. You can never kill someone so able to adjust probability to match their expectations; you collapse it by making them do it themselves. There are a lot of ways to do this; taking their toys or sufficient defeat. But a tried and true way is humiliation, humor and sarcasm.
If you mock someone bestowed with Hitler Luck sufficiently, you can get them to become their own worst enemy. They can go to their own bunker and take care of the misery they inflict on everyone else themselves, but the key is, you have to be relentless. Some well meaning, but idiotic fools will chide you for being 'mean' or 'not sufficiently both sided' but don't relent, not even for a moment. Someone with Hitler Luck could destroy the world, your country, hell, not just your world, all the worlds. With out stories the universe would collapse and how can that happen without new stories in the font of all stories?
So mock on citizens of Earth, mock on.
Saturday, July 29, 2017
Thursday, July 27, 2017
[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - Parts is Parts
INT - DEKKER’S ROOM
Dekker is asleep in his suit on the bed. Empty bottles of
beer and wine and liquor surround the bed while the bed
itself is pristine. Pictures of his family line the walls.
PHONE - CLOSE UP
TEXT MESSAGE
Get your ass up and find him.
(beat)
Or you’re fired.
CLOSE UP OF DECKER’S FACE
Decker shudders and groans.
DEKKER (VO)
I want to tell you that this is
about the evidence.
He slowly starts to get up.
INT - CAPTAIN’S OFFICE
Captain is yelling at Decker, pointing to a news paper that
says "Famous Military Scientist Dead" with a sub title that
says, "Course of the War May Be Irreparably Damaged"
DEKKER (VO)
I want to tell you that this is
about justice.
CLOSE UP OF CAPTAIN’S SCREEN WHILE HE YELLS AT DECKER
EMAIL
Do not let Dekker make the evidence
of this public. We will richly
reward you.
DECKER (VO)
But that would be a lie. The
Captain works for Syndicate. Hell,
half the force does and the other
half secretly work for the holy
rollers that started all this.
WIDE SHOT OF DECKER AND THE CAPTAIN
CLOSE SHOT OF DECKER’S FACE
Decker nods ’listening’ to the captain yell at him with a
jaded and obviously disgusted look on his face.
2.
INT - CRIME SCENE - CLONE LAB
Dozens of bioroid parts lay strewn about in pieces, blood
everywhere. Lying on top of them, the face down corp of the
doctor sits in a pool of blood as well. Dekker turns him
over while a drone hovers above taking pictures with
intermittent flashes.
CLOSE UP OF THE DOCTOR’S FACE
DEKKER (VO)
Behold the late grate Dr.
Henderson, savior of humanity.
FLASH
EXTERIOR - MILITARY BASE
Bioroid Troops salute and march as Dr Henderson smiles and
presents them to an impressed bunch of military officials.
DEKKER (VO)
The man who would save humanity by
replacing it.
Henderson waves his arms and shows a huge line of gestation
tubes with bioroids in it.
FLASH
INTERIOR - CRIME SCENE
DEKKER (VO)
How did that old commercial go?
What parts? Chicken Parts. Parts
is parts. People parts. Something
like that. Henderson’s just so
much meat now.
Dekker bends down and examines something interesting that he
sees on the doctor’s wrist.
FLASH
EXTERIOR SCENE - CROWDED MARKET PLACE
A massive crowd is running in panic.
Decker is holding his wife and two children. They get
separated in the crowd. His wife and children go down.
3.
DEKKER (VO)
I was there when the bastards
attacked. Hell, I believed the
lies just like everyone else. I
lost my family didn’t I? Ra Ra. Yay
us. I lost everything that day.
(beat)
Everything.
FLASH
INTERIOR - CRIME SCENE
Decker bends down and sees a bar code tattoo on the Doctor’s
arm.
CLOSE UP OF DECKER’S EYES
Decker recognizes that this is something important.
CLOSE UP OF AN EVIDENCE BAG
He puts the sample of skin and the bar code in the evidence
bag and zips it up.
FLASH
INTERIOR - CAPTAIN’S OFFICE
Captain looks at the evidence and a manila folder that says
"OFFICIAL REPORT"
DEKKER (VO)
Like I said.
The Captain and Dekker are arguing. Decker points to the
report which shows the tattoo and a large picture of the
same barcode in an official Syndicate board meeting.
DEKKER (VO)
This isn’t about evidence. Or
justice. It’s about pretending
like we’re winning when we’re not.
It’s about money. It’s about not
being willing to admit that we made
something better than we are.
Something that doesn’t lie cheat or
steal the same way we do.
The Captain takes the report and burns it in front of
Decker. Decker tries to grab the report and the Captain
pulls a gun.
Decker pulls his own gun.
CAPTAIN
You’re fired Decker.
DEKKER
Truth is going to come out. You
can’t hide this. Not something this
big.
Decker punches the captain.
CAPTAIN
Get out Dekker. You’re fired.
Badge and gun. Get out.
CLOSE UP OF THE REPORT BURNING IN THE CAPTAIN’S TRASH
DEKKER (VO)
The truth didn’t come out. They
got away with it.
EXT - BLACK AND WHITE - DEKKER WALKING INTO THE CITY
DEKKER (VO)
Maybe we are all just parts. But
I’m more than the sum of mine. I
know the truth. And I’ll tell
anyone who will listen. And that’s
got to matter for something, right?
Dekker is asleep in his suit on the bed. Empty bottles of
beer and wine and liquor surround the bed while the bed
itself is pristine. Pictures of his family line the walls.
PHONE - CLOSE UP
TEXT MESSAGE
Get your ass up and find him.
(beat)
Or you’re fired.
CLOSE UP OF DECKER’S FACE
Decker shudders and groans.
DEKKER (VO)
I want to tell you that this is
about the evidence.
He slowly starts to get up.
INT - CAPTAIN’S OFFICE
Captain is yelling at Decker, pointing to a news paper that
says "Famous Military Scientist Dead" with a sub title that
says, "Course of the War May Be Irreparably Damaged"
DEKKER (VO)
I want to tell you that this is
about justice.
CLOSE UP OF CAPTAIN’S SCREEN WHILE HE YELLS AT DECKER
Do not let Dekker make the evidence
of this public. We will richly
reward you.
DECKER (VO)
But that would be a lie. The
Captain works for Syndicate. Hell,
half the force does and the other
half secretly work for the holy
rollers that started all this.
WIDE SHOT OF DECKER AND THE CAPTAIN
CLOSE SHOT OF DECKER’S FACE
Decker nods ’listening’ to the captain yell at him with a
jaded and obviously disgusted look on his face.
2.
INT - CRIME SCENE - CLONE LAB
Dozens of bioroid parts lay strewn about in pieces, blood
everywhere. Lying on top of them, the face down corp of the
doctor sits in a pool of blood as well. Dekker turns him
over while a drone hovers above taking pictures with
intermittent flashes.
CLOSE UP OF THE DOCTOR’S FACE
DEKKER (VO)
Behold the late grate Dr.
Henderson, savior of humanity.
FLASH
EXTERIOR - MILITARY BASE
Bioroid Troops salute and march as Dr Henderson smiles and
presents them to an impressed bunch of military officials.
DEKKER (VO)
The man who would save humanity by
replacing it.
Henderson waves his arms and shows a huge line of gestation
tubes with bioroids in it.
FLASH
INTERIOR - CRIME SCENE
DEKKER (VO)
How did that old commercial go?
What parts? Chicken Parts. Parts
is parts. People parts. Something
like that. Henderson’s just so
much meat now.
Dekker bends down and examines something interesting that he
sees on the doctor’s wrist.
FLASH
EXTERIOR SCENE - CROWDED MARKET PLACE
A massive crowd is running in panic.
Decker is holding his wife and two children. They get
separated in the crowd. His wife and children go down.
3.
DEKKER (VO)
I was there when the bastards
attacked. Hell, I believed the
lies just like everyone else. I
lost my family didn’t I? Ra Ra. Yay
us. I lost everything that day.
(beat)
Everything.
FLASH
INTERIOR - CRIME SCENE
Decker bends down and sees a bar code tattoo on the Doctor’s
arm.
CLOSE UP OF DECKER’S EYES
Decker recognizes that this is something important.
CLOSE UP OF AN EVIDENCE BAG
He puts the sample of skin and the bar code in the evidence
bag and zips it up.
FLASH
INTERIOR - CAPTAIN’S OFFICE
Captain looks at the evidence and a manila folder that says
"OFFICIAL REPORT"
DEKKER (VO)
Like I said.
The Captain and Dekker are arguing. Decker points to the
report which shows the tattoo and a large picture of the
same barcode in an official Syndicate board meeting.
DEKKER (VO)
This isn’t about evidence. Or
justice. It’s about pretending
like we’re winning when we’re not.
It’s about money. It’s about not
being willing to admit that we made
something better than we are.
Something that doesn’t lie cheat or
steal the same way we do.
The Captain takes the report and burns it in front of
Decker. Decker tries to grab the report and the Captain
pulls a gun.
Decker pulls his own gun.
CAPTAIN
You’re fired Decker.
DEKKER
Truth is going to come out. You
can’t hide this. Not something this
big.
Decker punches the captain.
CAPTAIN
Get out Dekker. You’re fired.
Badge and gun. Get out.
CLOSE UP OF THE REPORT BURNING IN THE CAPTAIN’S TRASH
DEKKER (VO)
The truth didn’t come out. They
got away with it.
EXT - BLACK AND WHITE - DEKKER WALKING INTO THE CITY
DEKKER (VO)
Maybe we are all just parts. But
I’m more than the sum of mine. I
know the truth. And I’ll tell
anyone who will listen. And that’s
got to matter for something, right?
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