Author: flyagaric23

  • RAW and PHYSICS CONSCIOUSNESS RESEARCH GROUP (RAW Illumination)


     
    Michael Johnson annotates the new book

    [If you missed it, Michael Johnson posted a long comment to Sunday’s blog post about How the Hippies Saved Physics, which is literally all about the offbeat physicists in the Bay Area who greatly influenced RAW’s thinking. Michael’s comment is a useful annotation to the must-read book of the summer, so I am reposting it here everyone will see it — Tom]

    The Physics-Consciousness Research Group. See:

    Illuminati Papers: 32 (diagram of “context-dependent language model of Nick Herbert); 56 ( Sarfatti on ETI contactees); pp.94-103

    Leary’s Info-Psychology: 33 (and 8th circuit); 49 (note Sarfatti in context); 129-131 (written by Nick Herbert)

    Cosmic Trigger 2: 257 (Back To The Future best artistic expression of quantum logic: Sarfatti model fro Chris Lloyd); 267-268

    Schrodinger’s Cat Trilogy: 242 & 314, 426-427 (Herbert’s QUIP); 274 (Capra’s Tao of Physics); 343-344 (Sarfatti); 345-346 (Sirag’s General Field Theory); 540-545

    Trajectories May 1982 and Fall 1984: Nick Herbert and Bell’s Theorem

    Gnosis, Winter 1988-89:(Sarfatti and Faster-Than-Light ideas FTL); Edwin Harris Walker

    Coincidance: 153-155 (Walker, Honegger, Sarfatti)

    Semiotext(E) SF: 70-72 (Nick Herbert’s wild particle physics story that includes RU Sirius)

    Omni, Dec, 1979, “UFO Update” (Sirag’s conjecture about time travellers)

    Prometheus Rising: acknowledgment page: Sirag, Sarfatti, Herbert, who “clarified (RAW’s) whole comprehension of epistemology;” 41 (and 8CB model); 183 (Barbara Honegger: cave paintings & 5th circuit yogic/shamanic brain: 30K yrs ago); 204 (Honegger’s theory of synchroncity); 267-269 (Bell’s Theorem and Sarfatti, et.al)

    Mavericks of the Mind: 67-88 (Nick Herbert); 124 (Honegger); 125 (Walker)

    Chaos and Beyond: 232-235 (review of Fred Alan Wolf’s Eagle’s Quest)

    Everything Is Under Control: 138 (Sarfatti)

    New Libertarian magazine Interview, 4/10-77: two pages on magick and quantum mechanics. Sarfatti as the head of the PCRG. RAW recommends Space-Time and Beyond, by Bob Toben, but Sarfatti says the ideas are his?

    for another view of Sarfatti, see him as a North Beach denizen (San Francisco) in Herbert Gold’s book on Behemia

    Email To The Universe: 41 (Capra and Herbert); 244 (group mentioned); 223 (Mishlove might have been PCRG)

    Michael Hollingshead interview (High Times?): RAW says he’s the PCRG’s “chief literary spokesman;” RAW talks about physicists who’ve used LSD

    Wilhelm Reich In Hell: 33 (Capra and “fundamental holism”)

    see Sarfatti in Imaginary Weapons, pp.11-14

    see Kripal’s book on Esalen: 291-314 (Capra, Stapp, Sarfatti, F.A. Wolf, Nick Hergbert, Gary Zukav)

    New Libertarian mag, RAW interview, 9/5/76: RAW recommends recent issue of Spit In The Ocean, for Sirag and Sarfatti on quantum consciousness Sarfatti as a “skeptical contactee”

    Eight Circuit Brain by Antero Alli: 293-294 (mentions Saraffti and Sirag at RAW’s salons in Berkeley hills, 1979)

    I could list more if anyone’s innarested.

    Were they related to the SRI group with Targ and Puhoff: Scientologists? Who funded them? What role might Werner Erhard have played? How close was Ira Einhorn to the group?

    How influential was Stapp? How did Barbara Honegger make it into the Reagan Administration? She wrote the first book titled October Surprise.

    RAW had mentioned a few times that he sometimes played with the idea that he had been a “useful idiot” to the CIA or some other group.

    http://www.rawillumination.net/

  • TTOTT in 12 lines or less

    TTOTT in TWELVE by Steve ‘fly agaric 23’ Pratt.

    Fly On The Tale Of The Tribe: A Rollercoaster Ride With Robert Anton Wilson

    by Steven James Pratt

    Link: http://a.co/gOGNKyV

    (more…)

  • Imagism in the Cantos and Vorticism in the Tate

    “These lines are followed by a sequence of identity shifts involving a seal, the daughter of Lir, and other figures associated with the sea: Eleanor of Aquitaine who, through a pair of Homeric epithets that echo her name, shifts into Helen of Troy, Homer with his ear for the “sea surge”, the old men of Troy who want to send Helen back over the sea, and an extended, Imagistic retelling of the story of the abduction of Dionysus by sailors and his transformation of his abductors into dolphins. Although this last story is found in the Homeric Hymn to Dionysus, also contained in the Divus volume, Pound draws on the version in Ovid‘s poem Metamorphoses, thus introducing the world of ancient Rome into the poem.–http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cantos

    “Can you fell the force of the Vorticists?

    by Brian Sewell.

    Wyndam Lewis

    Red: Wyndam Lewis’s Crowd of 1914-15. By early 1917 he had joined the Royal Artillery and was at the Front. He survived, most important male Vorticists did not.
    Wyndam Lewis Wyndam Lewis henri gaudier brzeska Jacob Epstein
    16 Jun 2011

    A vortex, according to the Concise Oxford Dictionary I had at school, is a whirlpool, a whirling mass of fluid, fluid in rotating motion, anything whirling that is capable of swallowing all and everyone drawn into it.

    As this definition goes on to discuss rings, spiral, arcs and curves, it might be reasonable to assume that a group of artists dubbing themselves Vorticists produced art that was certainly curvilinear and possible soft-edged, suggesting fluidity, rotation and other characteristics of the vortex, its depth and singular dedicated force. There was indeed such a group, but arcs and curves, though occasionally present, played surprisingly little part in their work; this, in painting, was for the most part hard-edged and rectilinear, jagged and fragmented as though by internal explosion, centrifugal rather than centripetal, rather than forced into a coherent design suggesting vortical compulsion.

    If there is depth in it, it is the depth of shallow planes superimposed, or of low relief entirely subject to design, or of some architectural or mechanical construction often set, like an object of still life, against a flat ground. In painting, vertiginous rather than vortical forces are implied; in sculpture, either no force of any kind, just enclosed weight and form, as with Gaudier-Brzeska, or a force of entirely different character, that of the machine, as in Epstein‘s Rock Drill.

    In 1914, the American poet Ezra Pound, his associate Thomas Ernest Hulme (always known as T E Hulme), a combative philosopher-cum-theorist-cum-critic, and a very small group of artists working in Britain chose the vortex as their emblem and dubbed themselves Vorticists. The term was far more logically first used in the 17th century of those who followed Descartes’ hypothesis that vortices of matter had determined the structure of the universe, and my hunch is that Pound, who re-coined the term in 1914, must have known Descartes’ considerations of cosmogony when he proclaimed the vortex to be “the point of maximum energy”. Wyndham Lewis slightly modified this view, arguing that “at the heart of the whirlpool is a great silent place where all the energy is concentrated. And there, at the point of concentration, is the Vorticist.” Hulme, who knew nothing of the creative processes of the painter and sculptor and whose head was full of the theories of his immediate contemporary and associate in Germany, Wilhelm Worringer, who had firm grounding as an art historian before he became a philosopher, introduced the notion that “the idea of machinery” would differentiate all that was then contemporary art, and particularly the Vorticists, from the long arm of an exhausted Renaissance. He who reads Worringer’s thesis, Abstraction and Empathy, published in 1908, need never read Hulme’s Speculations, published posthumously in 1924. Both men wished to clear away “the sloppy dregs of the Renaissance”, both offered a blueprint for a modern aesthetic and justification for all modern art movements, and both commended reference to the near abstract art of the far past (Egypt) and the primitivisms of Oceania and Africa, rather than the realism of the Renaissance which, they claimed, had weakened man’s capacity for abstraction. I suspect that Hulme had difficulty with the concept of abstraction – for “abstract” he substituted “geometric” and as the term empathy first entered the English language in 1912, he may not have known it and used “vital” in place of “in feeling”, the meaningless literal translation of “Einfühlung”.

    One may reasonably argue that Hulme was an ass with influence far beyond his knowledge and experience of art. One may argue, with equal reason, that Pound too was an ass, a frivolous intellectual gamester whose knowledge of art reached no further back than Whistler, recently dead, whom he saw as a touchstone of aesthetic excellence, “the great grammarian of the arts” and, absurdly, as some sort of avuncular spirit for his “little gang” of Vorticists. They influenced each other’s thinking, yet for each behind the other’s back lay scorn and derision, Pound complaining of Hulme’s unintelligible lectures and loud-mouthed “crap”, while to kick Pound downstairs was often in Hulme’s mind. They are part of the history of Vorticism only because they were the pseudo-philosophical leaders of the little gang, but to it they contributed nothing but drivel and confusion. The one man who really matters is Wyndham Lewis.

    According to Pound, in December 1913 the gang had been forming for five years. The minor figures drawn into the vortex and very rarely heard of in any post-Vorticist context were Malcolm Arbuthnot, an experimental photographer, Lawrence Atkinson, Jessica Dismorr, Cuthbert Hamilton, Frederick Etchells and Helen Saunders; the major figures, in addition to Lewis, were Henri Gaudier-Brzeska, William Roberts and Edward Wadsworth. David Bomberg and Jacob Epstein were closely associated with the gang, but neither joined it nor signed the manifesto issued in July 1914; nor was Etchells a signatory, but Pound and another poet, Richard Aldington (one of the Imagist group for whom Pound wrote another manifesto), were.
    Christopher Nevinson drew close to Vorticism but was never quite sucked in.

    A month later the First World War began. Gaudier-Brzeska was killed within 10 months; Hulme, an early volunteer to the Royal Marine Artillery, survived until September 1917 and was then killed within sight of Lewis, who had joined the Royal Artillery six months before; in November 1915 Bomberg enlisted as a sapper, and in April 1916 Roberts too became a gunner; Wadsworth joined Naval Intelligence in June 1916 and in the same month Jessica Dismorr went as a volunteer to France. Pound did what he could to hold the rest of the depleted and inactive little gang together and took on Alvin Langdon Coburn, an American and another experimental photographer, assisting him in the development of his futile Vortoscope for taking Vortographs (no, not to be found in Edward Lear’s little dictionary of Wurbl Inwentions) first exhibited in the London Camera Club in February 1917; these were superimposed exposures that rendered image and portraits semi-abstract.

    ….Please read the full article here:
    http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/arts/review-23961140-can-you-fell-the-force-of-the-vorticists.do

  • The Vorticists: Manifesto for a Modern World – review

    “The moon is frequently associated in the poem with creativity, while the sun is more often found in relation to the sphere of political and social activity, although there is frequent overlap between the two. From the Rock Drill sequence on, the poem’s effort is to merge these two aspects of light into a unified whole.–Wikipedia.
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cantos

    This article from the Guardian gives us some context for Pound’s impact, and gives us some insight into the creative explosion in the arts just before the first world war turned that creativity on its head. Some accents added and some removed–steve fly.

    The Vorticists: Manifesto for a Modern World – review


    The Observer
    , Sunday 19 June 2011.

    Tate Britain
      vorticist

      ‘A pile-driving vision of the future’: The Rock Drill by Jacob Epstein, 1913-1915. Photograph: Jonathan Hordle/ Rex Features
      Rock Drill ought to be his name, not just the title of this long-lost work (this is a reconstruction of the dismantled original). He has terrible force of personality. And he is the most devastating creation in this show by some way, a sculpture from 1913 that seems to summarise all that vorticism stood for with its driving ambition for machine-age dynamism and shattering new forms. The Rock Drill ought to be the ideal host, the perfect symbol for both the movement and the show. Except that Epstein was never a paid-up vorticist.
      In the long march through modernism, vorticism is the quickest of steps. It flares up in 1914, peaks briefly in 1915 and sputters out towards the end of the first world war. There are only two shows. There are only two issues of its in-house journal, Blast. There may be only one full-time vorticist. “Vorticism,” declared Wyndham Lewis in the 1950s, “was what I, personally, did, and said, at a certain period.” The assertion may have infuriated the surviving members of the group, but it is not without its merit when you consider the diversity of their gifts, from the painter David Bomberg to the French sculptor Henri Gaudier-Brzeska, compared to Lewis’s single-mindedness as ringleader, recruiting sergeant, megaphone, exemplar and theorist of England’s only homegrown avant-garde movement. Lewis belongs to the first generation of Europe’s non-representational artists. His drawings are incisive, satirical, on the edge of abstraction. His paintings from this phase – angular, syncopated, explosive – are even better, which is some claim, given that scarcely any survive. In the 1912 illustrations for Timon of Athens, he begins to abandon depth for a flat pageant of forms that jostle like the elements of some unsolved puzzle. By 1915, in his enormous painting The Crowd, he shows quasi-cubist figures haplessly scattered in a system of grids that seems to prefigure the pinball machine. Workshop (1914-15) is a marvellous concatenation of geometric planes, in coruscating pinks and hot mustards, that almost resolve into windows, ladders, stacks and shelves, by day and yet also, as it seems, by night. It turns architecture inside out. And seeing it in Tate Britain‘s survey, surrounded by fading issues of Blast, old catalogues and invitations, typed manifestos and handwritten declarations of solidarity or hatred – period pieces of English art history from 100 years ago – it suddenly looks more modern than ever. With its graphic zip and register, Workshop conjures pop art half a century in advance. There are other masterpieces in this show, but not many. Tate Britain has David Bomberg’s terrific painting The Mud Bath, with its interplay of bent, reclining and zigzagging forms packed into a scarlet tank. It has Gaudier-Brzeska’s Hieratic Head of Ezra Pound, on loan from the National Gallery in Washington, biting its mucklestone lip. From the front, it is Pound to a stylised T (was ever a poet more portrayed?) from his goatee to his bouffant quiff. From the rear, it resembles a circumcised phallus. “Make it virile,” was Pound’s bombastic command; contemporary critics found it merely pornographic. Nobody visiting this show could fail to spot the influence of abroad in almost every work. The Dancers, Les Demoiselles: Wyndham Lewis’s chorus line wends its way directly out of Picasso. Roger Fry had mounted his celebrated exhibition, Manet and the Post-Impressionists, back in 1910, the same year Marinetti delivered his futurist lectures in London. The trick with this show is to try and remain indifferent to the obvious strains of cubism and futurism that appear wherever you look. It is not hard, for instance, to deduce local figurative forms in all this accordion-pleated abstraction – piano keys and nightclubs, people and performers, London alleys and even the back-to-back terraces of northern mining towns. Lewis saw that cubism, for instance, could be more than a highly advanced visual language. It could be made to speak of life itself, with all thronging motion, humanity, incident. One of the strongest works here is his wonderfully acute Architect With Green Tie (1909), which skewers the self-importance of a particular man while sending up the profession’s characteristic fondness for that calculated spot of colour. The work isn’t abstract at all, in fact; it’s one of Lewis’s best caricatures. But it also predates vorticism, exposing an unusual dilemma for the curators of this show, which originated in North Carolina. Vorticism is such a brief movement and so little of the art survives (a huge tranche of it, belonging to the US collector John Quinn, vanished long ago) that it is quite a feat to assemble anything representative. The exhibition attempts to counter the problem by including a good many fellow-travellers, recreating both of the original vorticist shows and displaying the issues of Blast, with its upper-case insults, wonderful woodcuts and wild demagoguery, along with testaments of war, imaginary and real. Here is the row between Lewis and Fry over the Daily Mail‘s Ideal Home Exhibition, of all things, played out in aggressive letters. Here are the missives from the Western Front, including Gaudier-Brzeska’s final postcard before he died in the trenches. He was 23. By the time you get to the end of this vigorous yet melancholy exhibition, vorticism has dwindled into a graphic style. Anyone can imitate it by now and they do. There are still some startling works to come: Edward Wadsworth‘s fantastically concise woodcuts are among the best things here. Look at his Newcastle, as neatly condensed a sonnet to industry, ironwork, bridge span and community as you could find, all stitched together with saw-tooth zips: English printmaking at its sharpest. But even if its members had not lost their lives, the first world war had to kill off this machine-loving movement. Alas, because this show is so strictly vorticist, you do not see how the best of the artists responded, what Lewis made of the trenches in his war paintings, how he mocked his own brutal machismo, his own vicious energy, in the savage self-portrait Mr Wyndham Lewis as a Tyro. But what you do see is what became of Epstein’s The Rock Drill, once again an accidental symbol of the group. Legs gone, drill removed, hands lopped off, Epstein turned the torso into an amputee, vulnerable, disarmed, a victim of wartime violence. http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/2011/jun/19/vorticists-tate-britain-review
  • To confuse the newshounds

    “To confuse the newshounds, he joked, the bride would be dressed as a lifeguard while the groom would wear green satin and a white veil and carry an orange umbrella.”

    http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/weekend/2011/0521/1224297422955.html

  • Vico’s age of heroes and the age of men…

    Great big thanks to BOBBY CAMPBELL for putting this one up. Cheers:
    http://www.bobbycampbell.net/VICO-LIBERTY.html

    Title: Vico’s age of heroes and the age of men in John Ford’s film ‘The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance.’ (Giambattista Vico)
    Author(s): Vittorio Hosle and Mark W. Roche
    Source: CLIO. 23.2 (Winter 1994): p131. From Literature Resource Center.
    Document Type: Article
     
    Vico, the father of historicism, discovered that the nature of man changes: the archaic man feels, thinks, acts in a way completely different from modern man. In Vico’s scheme of the necessary evolution of every culture, three phases are distinguished: the age of gods, the age of heroes, and the age of men. The age of gods is characterized by a theocratic government: it is anterior to any differentiation of the various aspects of curlture such as religion, politics, or art. The age of heroes, on the other hand, is dominated by the conflict between classes, the heroes and the plebeians. This age does not yet have a state; therefore, force and violence reign. The right of the stronger is the main ground of legitimacy. Two types of relations are characteristic of this age: the relation between enemies who fight each other, risking their own lives and those of their combatants, and the relation between master and servant. The duel, a fight between two heroes accompanied by their servants, is the symbolic action of the heroic age. In it the value of a person is proved, even constituted. Relations toward wives in the age of heroes are clearly asymmetric: women are not yet recognized as having the same human nature as men. “Love of ease, tenderness toward children, love of women, and desire of life” are alien to the heroes, so Vico once sums up his view of the heroic age.(1)  CONTINUED
    http://www.bobbycampbell.net/VICO-LIBERTY.html
  • W.B Yeats and Avision

    Snipped from the NATION:

    Think back to the autumn of 1917. Stuck in the Ashdown Forest Hotel, her four-day-old marriage a disaster, George began (by her own admission) to “fake” automatic writing in order to entertain her despondent husband: she then felt her hand seized by an unseen power. Willy described what happened next in the revised edition of A Vision (1937), the esoteric account of all human history and personality that the automatic writing ultimately made possible:

    What came in disjointed sentences, in almost illegible writing, was so exciting, sometimes so profound, that I persuaded her to give an hour or two day after day to the unknown writer, and after some half-dozen such hours offered to spend what remained of life explaining and piecing together those scattered sentences, “No,” was the answer, “we have come to give you metaphors for poetry.”

    Over the next several years, Willy and George produced more than 3,600 pages of script, his questions, her answers. This is their most intimate exchange, and it is almost never referred to in the actual letters Willy and George wrote to each other.
    The first few days of automatic writing have not been preserved (the remainder having lately been transcribed and edited by George Mills Harper and a fleet of assistants), so there is no record of Yeats being assured that the spirits had contacted him, through his wife, to further his poetic career. George remembered the initial contact differently: “What you have done is right for both the cat and the hare,” she scribbled, confident that her husband would understand that the hare was Iseult Gonne and the cat was herself, which he did. In the approximately 450 sessions of automatic writing that followed, the intimate sex life of George and Willy Yeats looms as prominently as metaphors for poetry (though Willy would go on to write great poems about sex). “What is important,” says one spirit through George, is “that both the desire of the medium and her desire for your desire should be satisfied.” Willy is advised to keep up his strength by making love to his wife more than once a day: “it is like not taking enough exercise & a long walk exhausts you.” “You mean,” asked Willy, “by doing it once I will lose power of doing it twice.” Yes, came the answer, “& then of doing it once.”
    The automatic script ranges widely over innumerable topics; it is often tedious; it calls on vast reserves of esoteric knowledge. But one theme is constant: if the conversations are to continue, the medium (or “interpreter,” as George preferred to be called) must be satisfied. And when the interpreter is not satisfied, the script shouts it out loud and clear:

         I dont like you
         You neglect me
         You dont give me physical symbols
    to use

     Despite the aura of possible chicanery that inevitably surrounds such an enterprise, George emerges from it as the same brilliantly capable person who managed her husband’s career while also raising two children and electing to spend her summers in a castle with no electricity, no indoor plumbing, jackdaws nesting in the chimneys and a first floor that regularly flooded to a height of two feet.
    http://www.thenation.com/article/160781/imperfect-life-george-and-wb-yeats?page=0,1

  • Seaflow and me against the LFAS navy

    During my time living in America I frequented a number of meetings with the ‘marine mamal protection agency’ called seaflow based in Marine county, California. I enjoyed listening to the presentations, in particular the bioacoustician ‘Michael stocker’ who touched on some areas of biology and science first bought to my attention by Dr. John Lilly M.D.

    As both a swimmer and a musician I have always found a fascination with Dolphin and whale songs for many reasons, and have always felt in agreement with the well known cliche’ ‘save the whales’ and furthermore often wondered why ‘saving whales’ came to be used as a term used in conjunction with new agers and hippies who simply cared for the natural environment and its inhabitants, as well as having compassipon for human beings. ‘Tree huggers’ is another case in point here.

    My thoughts on ‘saving the whales’ that are in line with some of those echoed at ‘seaflow’ correspond with the worlds ‘sea based’ military industrial complex, or the weapons, sonor and other acoustic technologies interfearing with the biological ecosystem and individual physiological systems, I mean to say that the Navy and/or oil and gas explorers are often responsible for cases of beached whales and dolphins around the world.

    I agree, in the spirit of good science and research that there are many other factors relating to  cases of beached whales and dolphins, from ‘social’ theories of a kind of ‘suicide’ among these creatures to electro-magnetic anomalies that confuse their sonor, and I am happy that research is going on into these areas, Great Britain has an entire organization following cases of stranded marine life around the UK coastline, but the threat from ‘low frequency active sonor’ seems to have been deemed a low priority for them, who knows? maybe they already have a campaign to inform the public about the dangers from ocean noise in general and the fact that the Navy are often the humans to blame for some of the beachings and cases of stranded marine life.

    Another strange thing happened just now when I went looking for seaflow’s web site, its gone, but  I discovered another company that uses the name seaflow, ironically its actually an underwater turbine system that claims to be a viable renewable energy source by its makers.  

    I’ll write up some more on this subject after reading a liitle more into it, in the meantime the message is ‘write to representatives about ‘low frequency active sonor’ and other ocean pollution that directly harms whales, dolphins and lots of other sea life too. Thanks, steve-fly

    Some links for further information:

    http://www.sourcewatch.org/index.php?title=Seaflow

    http://www.nrdc.org/wildlife/marine/sonar.asp

    http://www.shephard.co.uk/news/rotorhub/marport-awarded-sonar-contract-by-selex-galileo/9005/

    http://www.marineturbines.com/6/background/14/seaflow/

    http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/2011/may/20/humans-to-blame-whale-strandings   

  • FIENDISH PLOTS (RAW thought of the Month)

     FIENDISH PLOTS
    21 SHa`baan 1422 A.H.
    Fu who?
    — THE FIENDISH PLOT OF DR. FU MANCHU 
    Last night I looked at THE FIENDISH PLOT OF DR. FU MANCHU on TV, partly because it starred Peter Sellers as both Dr. Fu and his enemy Nayland Smith of Scotland Yard, and partly because I wanted to compare the epic battle between Fu and Smith with the current rumble between Dubya and Osama bin Laden.
    I have long regarded Dr Fu as both archetype and stereotype — the incarnation of British fear of Oriental revenge for imperialist invasions. Osama fits that role very well indeed, and the Dubya/Smith parallel came across with almost synchronistic shock:
    “The difference between Fu and me,” Smith sez, “is that I’m Good and he’s Evil.”
    Have Dubya’s speech-writers read the original Fu novels or just seen this film?
    Unlike the novels, the film does not portray Dr Fu as driven by “motiveless malignancy” [like Dubya explaining Osama: “He is a man who is an evil man.”] On the contrary, Fu has a personal grudge we can understand: as a boy he had to work in his father’s laundry at Eton, and starching all those white collars drove him bonkers. That makes more sense to me as a novelist than the unmotivelated malice of Osama, as portrayed by Dubya, CNN and the other corporate spin doctors.
    Fear not, O true believers: the film didn’t mention imperialism, any more than the novels — or Dubya’s speech-writers.
    Meanwhile, another of my favorite villians has resurfaced:
    THE FIENDISH PLOT OF MING THE MERCILESS
    Adapted from the Irish Times 5 Nov 2001
    The cannabis campaigner, “Ming the Merciless”, has been arrested in Dublin this afternoon in connection with posting what is believed to be cannabis too close to 300 politicians and journalists.
    He was detained while attempting to hand deliver a potted cannabis plant to the offices of a senior Government Minister,and taken to Pearse Street Garda station where he is being held under Section 4 of the Criminal Justice Act.
    Earlier today, several letters containing what is believed to be cannabis and addressed to politicians at their offices were discovered by officials checking the post following recent anthrax scares.
    “Ming the Merciless”, whose real name is Luke Flanagan from County Roscommon, is a well-known campaigner for the legalisation of cannabis. He ran in Galway West on a legalise cannabis ticket during the 1997 general election and also ran on the same platform in the European Parliamentary elections in the constituency of Connacht-Ulster.
    Every country gets the villians it deserves. And as Joyce would say, there’s lots of fun in Flanagan’s work.