This is a post, rather than just a comment, because I have had a glass of brandy. It’s after midnight. I got back out of bed to write this. This happens. It’s that: a subject of discussion that might pre-occupy the professors’ forum around the bone pile (if anybody’s keen on that idea) could be: we are just a bundle of absolutely wild impulses and needs. How in HELL are we supposed to be able to control this? It is just absolutely UNBELIEVABLE, the characters say, that one entity, the HUMAN FUCKING BEING, is supposed to at the same time, HAVE all these overwhelming desires and compulsions, and BE EXPECTED TO CONTROL THEM! This is absolutely IMPOSSIBLE! Who ever thought of THIS? How in god’s name are we supposed to DO this? I mean, we sure as hell aren’t managing it NOW! (40,000 B.C.). They speculate: is there any way in god’s hell, that say, in 50,000 years from then/now or whatever, the human race could EVER come to terms with this? I mean, if we ever managed it, would we still be humans? Or would be be, like, machine (read, computers) or something? They look at individual impulses. Sex. Good. Rape. OK. Murder. Sometimes necessary. Unbearable envy. Well, hell. It’s there, eh? What are you going to do about it? Make the girl less beautiful who is dancing with that asshole right now? No! She’s absolutely heart-breakingly beautiful. Dig it. Nostalgia. What? Are you going to somehow diminish the intense memory of the incredible thrill of a young encounter, just because you’re old? Why? Hatred. Hell, that’s one of the finest human emotions! There’s plenty to hate, that’s for sure. And what would life BE without things to hate? What about guilt. Guilt? What the hell’s THAT? Feeling sorry for something you did because, WHAT? BECAUSE YOU’RE HUMAN? I don’t THINK so! Anyway, the guys around the fire wrestle with these questions while they are sitting in a situation/context that is obviously out of control: in other words, a recognizeable reflection of today’s (21st C) world. Maybe they speculate at a few things humans might end up doing millennia from then, to try to control this primal human fact of wildness. They suggest a few. After each one, they just laugh and have another drink: Religion? Laugh. Law? Laugh. Government? Laugh. How about trickle down economics? They just split up laughing. Like that. Well, I guess, now, another glass of brandy might be in order before I go back to bed, eh?

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7 Responses to brandy

  1. Neandertaler says:

    You are all such greater minds than me, it humbles me to bits…
    But the thing is, once upon a time, deep dark when, one of us made a choice. To write upon a cave wall. To do something utterly useless. To deconstruct, and estrange, and beautifully put into form what could not be, what has not been, what will not be. That’s what it is to be human, to yearn, to want, to go, to sing. She/he/it became our mitochondrial Eve, our DNA Adam, our Pater Omnipotens, our Dominus vobiscum. Et in saecula saeculorum. So beit, amen. And live happily ever after, or not?

  2. Urvater says:

    I waste more of our host’s valuable space and time. Here are some from a Jugoslav girlfriend I once had, but, alas, no more! “You hit the nail right on the point!” “I need that like a hole in the wall.” “I was confused. But suddenly, the puzzle fell into pieces.” “We’re all in the same boot.”
    And my father destroyed words to great effect. I always thought “Holy Coast” was better then “holocaust” (meaning disaster). And I still like to use his “obstickle”, for obstacle.

  3. libidoless says:

    I used a term the other day in conversation,
    “not the sharpest potato in the sack of hammers” it just really fit and the person I was talking to nodded in agreement.
    The word police (we all know one in our lives) if you think about it, are really anti-conversationalist and the more you watch them, tend to be socially inept. I mentioned a room mate in a long ago post, who would listen and interupt conversation to correct word ussage,, a real detractent to good’ol fashioned banter. The Michael Scott character on The Office uses words wrong but you get the gist so why interupt,,,,, irregardless is not a word but who cares, really?

  4. Urvater says:

    I once entered the Navy, as an officer candidate. Thus, I had to write a test. At the end of the time allotted to write the test, an officer came, and took my test book. He retreated into a side room full of people in uniform at desks, typewriters, etc. A few minutes later, he came out with my test book. “You bombed it”, he said. “Follow me.” I was devastated. I had failed. In another room, with a desk, he sat me down across from him, folded his hands under his chin, and said, “Now, we do an interview”. “But what about the test?” I said. “I failed?” He looked surprised. “No. You bombed it. Totalled it. Beautiful!” I realized I was in the military!

  5. libidoless says:

    I like the first, “nail whose head has been hit”,
    I wrote a letter the other day to… and instead of writing something to the effect of
    “… they are good people, right up your alley” I accidently wrote “Ally” and it read better
    than to correct it.

  6. Judd Trout says:

    By ‘nail whose head has been hit’ I mean ‘you’ve hit the nail on the head’ not ‘that’s a nail that’s been hit too many times,’ or something.

  7. Judd Trout says:

    I say two things about the professorial cave-people notion:
    one, it would certainly be hilarious, and do a great deal of what we’re trying to achieve (or might be trying to achieve) in terms of intellectual content contrasted with prehistoric visceral-ness (terrible word, sorry, having coffee). But maybe not for the entire show. The documentary idea, amongst other things, gives us the ability to follow the narrator’s train of thought — a narrator that’s going slightly crazy — which means that we can happily veer from wild cave-rituals to 19th century physiognomists to famous brain injury cases to philosophical neanderthals to the inside of somebody’s brain to whatever we like. So it has, as a structure, the capacity to include this idea without losing, for example, some of the pure barbaric grunting business I think we also like.
    That said, two: this show will tour, probably to various places where people speak various languages. So one of the clever (or maybe not so clever) ideas, which obviously we should have mentioned, is that the puppeteers themselves don’t speak (or they speak in cave-speak) so that they don’t have to learn how to say their lines in Spanish or Russian or what-have-you. The narrator would be a pre-recorded voice-over, so we could translate the entire show, get some native-speaking-actor to read the lines, record that, and then do the show in whatever country wants to have us.
    Not to say that the documentary narrator is absolutely the best idea in the universe (a pre-recorded main character would have its drawbacks) but the best idea in the universe, whatever it is, would play to Lithuanians and Koreans without having to change performers. (So in fact, the best idea in the world would dispense with language altogether — except that it’s kind of a pain in the ass to make a whole show without any speaking whatsoever; it does limit things a bit.)
    But I also do think the theme you’re talking about, as in, what the fuck do we do about this irredeemable train wreck between our animal emotional selves and the beautiful world we can imagine, I think that’s a nail, whose head has been hit.