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SLUDGE
Salivation
Lacrimation ( Tears)
Urination
Defecation
Gastrointestinal Distress
Emetis ( Vomiting)
The symptoms of organo-phosphate poisoning
The body goes into a panic . Anything foreign is viewed as poison. Anything in you that resists the full scale purge is viewed as poison. The poison may hurt you, but the reaction will KILL you.
I am the world's poison.
And seeing it confirmed on screen poisoned me.
Alfonso Cuarons's Children of Men made me ill.
It is hard ( and in my case probably damn nigh impossible ) to come to terms that in the minds of one of the most inventive directors working that
Your life is the worst thing imaginable.
I went to see it with a dear friend of mine,M, who is a former habitant of refugee camps. I am the child of Homeland Security and warring populace. We were not prepared for this
Slavoj Zizek in a critique of the film linked on it's
front page :
I think that the true infertility is the very lack of meaningful historical experience. It’s a society of pure meaningless hedonism. Today, ideology is no longer big causes such as socialism, equality, justice, democracy. The basic injunction is ‘have a good time’ or to put it in more spiritualist terms ‘realize yourself’. This is why I think Dalai Lama is such a big hit. He preaches enlightened Hollywood egotism; be happy, realize your potentials and so on and so on. And this is our despair today.And this is our despair today. I think that this film gives the best diagnosis of the ideological despair of late capitalism. Of a society without history, or, to use another political term, bio politics.I agree with him and disagree with him all at once. The crux of the thing is that only from places of comfort can the mourning of a Michelangelo be the great loss of the film , it is not the ahistoricality ( complete made up term for this) but what is out side in the streets.
The constant repetition of history and social despair.
I never saw my father taken . He became a voice on the end of a phoneline with out my approval or closure. But i carry it with me in my very bones, every soldier, every police officer is coming for me, or mine. I am never EVER safe
ALl Immigrants are illegal.
Every woman in that film for those hours became my friends Grandmother.
This is history. When I have children I will teach them this. If they are in my arms when we pass an officer they will always feel me prepare for flight.
She may throw it i n glances to women on streets and screen everywhere.
This IS my history .
Once when I was speaking to a friend we delved into the topic of movies and i kept refraining to him I watched in bits and pieces.
And I could not explain to him why.
But there is something about theatre and movie that prevents in many ways protection.
I watch things in bits and pieces . I seek such control because one of the lasting messages received as the worlds unwanted is that there is SO LITTLE we can control when it comes to what happens to us.
Our needs will often be barely met and we will be expected to thank God for the neglect.
So we ocntrol what we can.
Never let them see you cry.
Try avoid having it confirmed no one cares.
Control yourself .
Ignore the fact that sirens make you nervous. OR that loud sounds frighten you to teh point of curling up in the street.
Make yourself hard
Keep wordless how much you expect of yourself and how little you expect of others.
Do not give voice to the space in your soul that is only emptiness and want.
That you walk a razors edge every moment while others throw around the idea of taking more away form you every day
and deny your history because it is in your skin and hair and nails. in you shivers and shakes. in an astonishing ability to never cry.
Because no one writes long winded tomes to the greatness of your raped flesh , your too tight grip or you need to keep some thing at bay
And if you cry your heart out on the train
No one will care.
Your life will disappear in a flyover and a flash of light, or a phone call and battering ram.
you will carry this poison every day for the rest of your life.
And be asked to thank god for living at all.
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