12 janvier 2006




(jews do live in paris, and they gave simon and I a hannukiah!)

First, a poem:

Taught muscles of many dogs

waiting to be chosen for a hunt

emit pheramones as compulsory as harried nerves.

This is their destiny,

the two.

Some years are weary from too many puzzles,

too many rubixes, too many tasks so ugly that

they wouldn't merit an onion peel.

Nerves sense the wild fowl

and think that there will not be time.

They hear the whistle and cringe.

They pull sleighs without a question,

worrying. They taught their nerves (and bite down hard on their harnesses, exhaust themselves).

When, well, would the race

be finished before frost-bite

and gunshot arrived

had they not harried themselvies so?

The nerves, they prefer not to answer.

Rather, they harry for a quandarial cause.

Grandmother worries.

They all worry/ worry is human and such--that's what worry is. Human.

optional ending:

And I say, "You sound pretty sure for a dog."

"I'm a coyote," he says back. "A Jewish coyote." We laugh, nervously.

received article in e-mail...must respond...

article from Wall Street Journal will follow

my response (partial): When we have a financial magazine arguing cinema, we should all be scratching our heads. The film was, as I believe Spielberg described it, like a roarschach inkblot; you get out of it what you went in thinking before-hand. This is not to say that there is not some truth to the Stephen's article, however, assuming that the film picks up upon anti-semititc tropes is just ridiculous. If anything, the film explores how divisions and extremists tear apart the sould of anyone. These divisions, truthfully, are created and they are our realities. I saw the film as disturbing in its attempt to depict theis reality of the opowers of different apparatuses; either of the state or of the terrorist-network (or whatever it shall be called).

The film's flaw was its length. The death's of the Israelis were precisely marginaziled. This is Kushner's genius. They, the Israelis, were caught in the middle of apparatuses and used by all sides to further thier independent power structures. This is marginalization and trivialization; inter-cut with the sex scene in Kushner's script, the anxieties of Avner--to the point where his eyes must be covered and closed, as if he has died--explain physically the graphic and gratuitous use of death to achieve power.

I am in no way anti-Israel; I admire the state of Israel for protecting its and thus, my own, people. But this does not put Jews above playing as a power or state apparatus on the world stage. It think it is a bold and brave and necessary step that Jews take responsibility for their own actions. Many of the political theorists, after all, who have laid out the building blocks of todays ideological games, were Jews trying to make life better for others and themselves. This is just a short rant, I could go on longer...

Dru Dubrov

And now the article

Munich What's wrong with Steven Spielberg's new movie. BY BRET STEPHENS Sunday,

January 1, 2006 12:01 a.m. EST

Steven Spielberg wants you to know one thing about "Munich," his just-released, semihistorical, instantly controversial account of Israel's efforts to avenge the massacre of its athletes at the 1972 Olympics: "I worked very hard," he says, "so this film was not in any way, shape or form going to be an attack on Israel." So why is his movie raising such hackles among Israelis and those generally known as the "pro-Israel" crowd?
Maybe it has something to do with his choice of a screenwriter, Tony Kushner, the Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright brought in by Mr. Spielberg to rework the original screenplay by Eric Roth. Mr. Kushner (who, like Mr. Spielberg, is Jewish) believes that the creation of the state of Israel was "a historical, moral, political calamity" for the Jewish people. He believes the policy of the government of Israel has been "a systematic attempt to destroy the identity of the Palestinian people." He believes that responsibility for making peace between Israelis and Palestinians lies primarily with the Israelis, "inasmuch as they are far more mighty." He believes Israeli Prime Minister Ariel Sharon is an "unindicted war criminal." \r\n Maybe it has something to do with Mr. Spielberg\'s curious use of "Jewish" tropes. Again and again in "Munich," the Israelis are seen counting the cost of each kill, down to the last dollar: $352,000 for an assassination in Rome; $200,000 for a bombing in Paris. "Killing Palestinians isn\'t exactly cheap," remarks one of the members of the Israeli team. A Frenchman in the business of retailing the whereabouts of wanted men praises Israeli squad leader Avner Kauffman (Eric Bana) because he pays "better than anyone." A Mossad officer warns Kauffman not to overspend his budget. "I want receipts," he says. \r\n Maybe it has something to do with the historical liberties Mr. Spielberg takes in telling the story. "Vengeance," the George Jonas book upon which the film is largely based, is widely considered to be a fabrication. The book is based on a source named Yuval Aviv, who claimed to be the model for Avner but was, according to Israeli sources, never in the Mossad and had no experience in intelligence beyond working as a screener for El Al, the Israeli airline. \r\n",1]
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Maybe it has something to do with his choice of a screenwriter, Tony Kushner, the Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright brought in by Mr. Spielberg to rework the original screenplay by Eric Roth. Mr. Kushner (who, like Mr. Spielberg, is Jewish) believes that the creation of the state of Israel was "a historical, moral, political calamity" for the Jewish people. He believes the policy of the government of Israel has been "a systematic attempt to destroy the identity of the Palestinian people." He believes that responsibility for making peace between Israelis and Palestinians lies primarily with the Israelis, "inasmuch as they are far more mighty." He believes Israeli Prime Minister Ariel Sharon is an "unindicted war criminal." Maybe it has something to do with Mr. Spielberg's curious use of "Jewish" tropes. Again and again in "Munich," the Israelis are seen counting the cost of each kill, down to the last dollar: $352,000 for an assassination in Rome; $200,000 for a bombing in Paris. "Killing Palestinians isn't exactly cheap," remarks one of the members of the Israeli team. A Frenchman in the business of retailing the whereabouts of wanted men praises Israeli squad leader Avner Kauffman (Eric Bana) because he pays "better than anyone." A Mossad officer warns Kauffman not to overspend his budget. "I want receipts," he says. Maybe it has something to do with the historical liberties Mr. Spielberg takes in telling the story. "Vengeance," the George Jonas book upon which the film is largely based, is widely considered to be a fabrication. The book is based on a source named Yuval Aviv, who claimed to be the model for Avner but was, according to Israeli sources, never in the Mossad and had no experience in intelligence beyond working as a screener for El Al, the Israeli airline.
Maybe it has something to do with Mr. Spielberg\'s depiction of the Palestinian targets. The Israeli team\'s first quarry is an elderly, evidently kindly man whom the audience first encounters reading from his Italian translation of Scheherazade. Target Two is a well-spoken diplomat and doting father. Target Three offers Avner a cigarette from across a balcony; Avner repays the gesture by having him blown to bits in his bed. Another target gives a moving speech about his longing for his homeland and the agony of 24 years of dispossession. There is nothing wrong with depicting Palestinians--even those involved in terrorism--as fully rounded human beings. Yet not one of these characters is seen performing the deeds for which they have been targeted, unlike the Israelis in the film, who perform dirty deeds by the dozen. \r\n\r\nMaybe it has something to do with the straw-man arguments the Israelis offer for exacting their revenge. "The only blood that matters to me is Jewish blood," says Steve (Daniel Craig), the most macho of the Israeli hit men. Steve is a South African Jew, blonde and blue-eyed, and somehow it\'s no surprise that this Jewish Aryan is made to utter this most racist of views. Avner\'s mother offers her son an ends-justify-the-means rationalization for his killings: \r\n"Whatever it takes," she says, "we have a place on Earth at last." And then there is Prime Minister Golda Meir (Lynn Cohen) who justifies the assassination policy by saying, "forget peace for now, we have to be strong." Never mind that in 1972 neither the Arab states nor the PLO was prepared to live in peace with Israel on any terms. Never mind, too, that peace and strength are not incompatible options. \r\n ",1]
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Maybe it has something to do with Mr. Spielberg's depiction of the Palestinian targets. The Israeli team's first quarry is an elderly, evidently kindly man whom the audience first encounters reading from his Italian translation of Scheherazade. Target Two is a well-spoken diplomat and doting father. Target Three offers Avner a cigarette from across a balcony; Avner repays the gesture by having him blown to bits in his bed. Another target gives a moving speech about his longing for his homeland and the agony of 24 years of dispossession. There is nothing wrong with depicting Palestinians--even those involved in terrorism--as fully rounded human beings. Yet not one of these characters is seen performing the deeds for which they have been targeted, unlike the Israelis in the film, who perform dirty deeds by the dozen.
Maybe it has something to do with the straw-man arguments the Israelis offer for exacting their revenge. "The only blood that matters to me is Jewish blood," says Steve (Daniel Craig), the most macho of the Israeli hit men. Steve is a South African Jew, blonde and blue-eyed, and somehow it's no surprise that this Jewish Aryan is made to utter this most racist of views. Avner's mother offers her son an ends-justify-the-means rationalization for his killings: "Whatever it takes," she says, "we have a place on Earth at last." And then there is Prime Minister Golda Meir (Lynn Cohen) who justifies the assassination policy by saying, "forget peace for now, we have to be strong." Never mind that in 1972 neither the Arab states nor the PLO was prepared to live in peace with Israel on any terms. Never mind, too, that peace and strength are not incompatible options.
Maybe it has something to do with the false dichotomy the film establishes between Jewish ideals and Israeli actions. "Every civilization finds it necessary to negotiate compromises with its own values," pronounces the fictional Mrs. Meir. Yet the Torah and Talmud are replete with descriptions of the justified smiting of one enemy or another. (Hanukkah, for instance, commemorates the Maccabean victory over the Seleucid empire.) It is Christianity, not Judaism, that counsels turning the other cheek. \r\n Maybe it has something to do with what in Hollywood is known as the hero\'s "character arc." Avner is introduced in the film as the quintessential \r\nsabra, the son of Zionist pioneers personally selected for the mission by the prime minister herself. But as his doubts about his mission grow, so does his disillusionment with Israel. On a return visit to Israel, he can barely bring himself to shake the hands of two soldiers who congratulate him for his rumored exploits. By film\'s end, he has moved his family to Brooklyn and convinced himself that the Mossad is targeting him for assassination. \r\n Maybe it has something to do with the film\'s final scene. Ephraim (Geoffrey Rush), Avner\'s snarling Mossad handler, has come to New York to ask Avner to "come home." Avner refuses; Israel, apparently, is no longer a suitable place for a morally sensitized man. Next, Avner invites Ephraim to join him at home for supper. "Break bread with me," he says. "Isn\'t that what Jews do?" Now it\'s Ephraim who says no, as if to suggest that such old-fashioned courtesies are no longer of interest to today\'s hard-of-heart Israelis. \r\n Maybe it has something to do with Mr. Spielberg\'s decision to depict the actual slaughter of the Israeli athletes (bizarrely interwoven with an especially vulgar sex scene) at the end of the film rather than at the beginning. The effect is to jumble cause and consequence; to make the massacre seem like a response to \r\n",1]
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Maybe it has something to do with the false dichotomy the film establishes between Jewish ideals and Israeli actions. "Every civilization finds it necessary to negotiate compromises with its own values," pronounces the fictional Mrs. Meir. Yet the Torah and Talmud are replete with descriptions of the justified smiting of one enemy or another. (Hanukkah, for instance, commemorates the Maccabean victory over the Seleucid empire.) It is Christianity, not Judaism, that counsels turning the other cheek. Maybe it has something to do with what in Hollywood is known as the hero's "character arc." Avner is introduced in the film as the quintessential sabra, the son of Zionist pioneers personally selected for the mission by the prime minister herself. But as his doubts about his mission grow, so does his disillusionment with Israel. On a return visit to Israel, he can barely bring himself to shake the hands of two soldiers who congratulate him for his rumored exploits. By film's end, he has moved his family to Brooklyn and convinced himself that the Mossad is targeting him for assassination. Maybe it has something to do with the film's final scene. Ephraim (Geoffrey Rush), Avner's snarling Mossad handler, has come to New York to ask Avner to "come home." Avner refuses; Israel, apparently, is no longer a suitable place for a morally sensitized man. Next, Avner invites Ephraim to join him at home for supper. "Break bread with me," he says. "Isn't that what Jews do?" Now it's Ephraim who says no, as if to suggest that such old-fashioned courtesies are no longer of interest to today's hard-of-heart Israelis. Maybe it has something to do with Mr. Spielberg's decision to depict the actual slaughter of the Israeli athletes (bizarrely interwoven with an especially vulgar sex scene) at the end of the film rather than at the beginning. The effect is to jumble cause and consequence; to make the massacre seem like a response to
Israeli atrocities; to turn Munich into just another stage in the proverbial cycle of violence, or what Mr. Spielberg calls a "response to a response." Mr. Spielberg has said he made this film as a "tribute" to the fallen athletes. What he has mainly accomplished is to trivialize their murder. \r\n "If you start with an ax to grind," Mr. Kushner recently told the Cleveland Plain-Dealer, "then you write a bad play or movie." To watch "Munich" is to recognize the truth of that statement. \r\n Mr. Stephens is a member of The Wall Street Journal\'s editorial board. \r\n \r\n\r\n",0]
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Israeli atrocities; to turn Munich into just another stage in the proverbial cycle of violence, or what Mr. Spielberg calls a "response to a response." Mr. Spielberg has said he made this film as a "tribute" to the fallen athletes. What he has mainly accomplished is to trivialize their murder. "If you start with an ax to grind," Mr. Kushner recently told the Cleveland Plain-Dealer, "then you write a bad play or movie." To watch "Munich" is to recognize the truth of that statement. Mr. Stephens is a member of The Wall Street Journal's editorial board.

13 mai 2005

Plane of work

A word or two says that I am full of work, which probably means that should be doing the writing of the papers rather than the blogging à la procrastination. Everyone shoots ugly faces your way and there is much of the disappointment. Let's talk about a loss of social skills, a lack of having that which puts you in the forefront, let's talk about inferiority...does it Exist? I think the answer to this question is better put in exploring the date.

Today is the Fourth of Iyyar, which I thought to be Yom Hazikaron, and that would make tomorrow as Yom Ha'atzmaut. But this is completely contradicted by peoples who were essaying to tell me that Yom Ha'atzmaut was yesterday. I thought that the Fifth of Iyyar was Yom Ha'atzmaut because it is the date of the declaration of state-hood--even though the impending declaration of a new state had been announced as an even earlier in the week. Even if you go the by Gregorian Calendar, which states that Israel became a state of 14 May 1948, it zorks out that Yom Ha'atzmaut would be Sunday...

Anyway, I'll quit complaining. The real problem is that I got into an argument with someone on the presupposed Yom Hazikaron that was celebrated by Hillel as Yom Ha'atzmaut on campus. It was an argument about the wall. This one kid was handing out packets of 'wall propaganda' for chrissakes! I support the state of Israel's right to exist, as well it should, we need a little piece of sky and, god forbidding, some land. But with that comes responsiblity to realize the effects of what you are doing beyond yourself.--This guy tried to convince me that the green line didn't exist. Then I was looking at them on the facebook, what a terrible addiction, and he's in this group I noticed. Jews for Bush. What the Fuck?! If you want Greater Israel to rise as an all-American Foreign/Domestic interest, fisfuck crusade, the, by all means go ahead. The president of Hillel is a member.

People, criticize yourselves--especially you ashkenazi, we're known for beating ourselves up with guilt.

And that's a rant...

Je vous dis merde!

27 avril 2005

adsfdas

computer erased awesome post... «putain de merde!»

15 avril 2005

Sonnet Cynique

Sonnet Cynique

Apple blossom is a springy tendril curling
Round; to the stingy ports of the North Vancouver
Sound. And life begins at half-past-three, I am sure.
Uncanny clarity wears their view down over

To a caravan of cars from the bleeding core--
Who, in rotary carrousels say, "Tir-Lan-Laire,"
A nihilistic apex they find there-- Coming
From the Southern Neighbor unto her empty corps.

Oh, I am sure that she is alive, for in Spring
Clothes she was draped as she telephoned all aloft
Pilons of her city, Putrid, nih'list, rotting.

Trying to swimmy in a snifter of liquors,
Laughing at skeleton I once thought vital,
I smell the apple blooms deconstruct her title.

08 avril 2005

A fucking Rant

Avant avoir lu ‘Xala’ d’Ousmane

The phallus is, as Lacan would have us admit and realize, a signification of lack. This is a deconstructed signifier. Look You! Allow how lack has been given a connotation and how, at present, this connotation has been infused with power. Lack. Power. Lack/Power. What is the meaning for understanding this seeming binary, which may prove to never be a binary on any signifying level? There is no doubt an economic base to the phallus. The feudal society was phallus-dominated, with its Church and Institutions. This is not any part of my argument; the history of the goddess’ penetration and subordination as consort is ancient; repeated and inherently proven, it has become useless in summary unless the summarizer wishes to exert intellectual power in changing this well accepted discursive mythology. We know the phallus/lack attributed power that solidified its perception as an economic sign, but this sign has always been tied to production. But what is the fact that an ideology of production has ruled where the phallus/lack has governed in the most evident manner doing? When we take phallus as a misread signifier, we are accepting an ideology that allows for utopian teleology (Christian Judgment). As we work to produce and move capital by orders of class, etc. we are acknowledging lack of more perfect means of production. Those of the capital-controlling bourgeois class, who have the ideological illusion of controlling capital, associate with the signification of the phallus. They feel the lack for utopian production/reproduction apparatuses, and stroke their cocks in this discourse owning power. But what then occurs within this knowledge-of-lack/power/phallus in impotence. It is obvious; impotence is the systemic and forced repression of forgetting the knowledge/power-structure. What is more, this is imposed by Nature, the goddess. In this way, history has implanted a deconstructed, yet illusively manifest system within the human psyche of today that we recognize as privileged economic discourse. The ideology may have no history and the base no traceable history; this is not to say that they have always been in struggle with the nature they are trying to define. The problem in definition is that we can only see anything in terms of language, and at that, especially in the west, the language of power/economic and lack. This is the outcome of the dialectic of all these elements. Each is subverted to the other to create a coherent discourse that allows nature to destroy it under psychological terms. But the psychological creates a cyclical, because although it allows for a separate break-up of ideological constructs through nature (and experience as I will discuss later), the psychological is once more subject to capital modes of production (i.e., if we cure the psychological need we cure nature and ensure production, etc.).

This is evident in Conrad’s Heart of Darkness. This is the reason for a formalist view proposed by I-want-to-say-it-was Guerard, that the novella holds together as a ‘skein of ironies’. Ironies attempt to dissuade the political/production means from infiltrating and, inevitably, describing the situation of nature/psyche by casting the concepts as disparities. Remember how Kurtz is affected by nature to psychological depravity yet he is rich beyond believe in capital. Everyone who goes to or talks about Africa retains gloom. But why then is Kurtz’s beloved lied to. She is a pure goddess, she has been untouched by nature. But she is still subject to the phallus. The systematic separation of elements furthers irony, etc…

05 avril 2005

Libidinal Boogie

--Let me be your base,
And baby--

What?

--I said, baby, you can help erect my superstructure anytime.

What about in the middle of the night when you have to be doing your cog-cog place-ideology-PING!-work?

--Baby!

What?

--Don't

Push it!

29 mars 2005

Negative ping!

I aM sO nEuRoTiC aNd HaVe ToO mUcH wOrK tO bE dOiNg, So WhY aM i BlOgGiNg?

13 mars 2005

Another go, or so they say...

But they never really say that anyhwhere, do they? Geordie and I cast my play tomorrow. Well, I should probably say that we have "designs" to cast our play; the auditions are tomorrow (actually today if you want to be technical, past midnight and all). I have some definite major anxieties right now. The first is concerning school: Must do much more research on Jude the Obscure and actually finish it with my comments, and brush up on some Bakhtin and Medvedev, etc...understand Derrida, as the thai said, "phuket"! (2) I must work on a paper on Manon Lescaut in French; donce, je repris "Phuket!" (3) Go to that thing in Weslaco Texas for TFA with ASB to work with LII who are SOL in the USA...a bit touchy for the reprisal... (4) finish (start) my reading journal for my borderlands class, not too bad but an awful class... (5)Graduate with departmental honors bitch and study in France money straightening out, etc... (6)find true love (7)find a steady job (8) Family, etc...
But where does it end, hopefully nowhere, I hope I get that internship--It a "Phuket" that the Thai restaurant Zen Zero has been utterly disappointing (having only been there twice, and the last time being qutie long ago, so I have no idea wh I am saying this)...it's owned by a Nepali, I think. But my point is that I am saying a big 'phuket' to the anxiety surrounding the production of a play I wrote, it's utterly frightening. I keep wanting to think up pseudonyms in case people hate the play. I tried anagrams the other day with Geordie; the best I came up with was W(illiam). B(utler). Rude Van Rod. (from andrew dubrov)...anyway, its late and this is starting to branch out into word mush...absolutely ridiculous.

Breugel's adventures may be moved to the SWA,T (Student Writers Association, The) website, which I will post a link to when I am not so much a lazy sonuvabitch.

Ciao,
Dru

21 février 2005

A Morsel of Innocence

Breugel watched a new generation of adolescence once: (he was a dirty old ghost watching buggerly, etc., two young lovers, etc.):

"What a lovely spider-fall," is what she said. Tithing carefully not to slip too far below the parsnips. They were walking along an unimpressive stoop of little houses which may have been suburban or rural. And oh yes so many Japanese hybrids but none enough to equal the sheer volume of Sportus-Utilitatoruses of the genus Vehiculus. They were white, black , gray, blue, champagne, nearly all sensible colors although a teensy bopper drove a purple bug here or there, and a great yellow jeep perhaps; daddy's hot fuck fantasy in xmas bonus roadsters or lesabre convertible; "or were they too feminine?" she asked again, now tithing more daringly. Rather than answer, he gripped her hand and let it speed into the warmth of his own happy blood. And perhaps their pulses would circade together.
Though, as Breugel could see, she never felt more alone.

Prochaine: La petite Babiole qui se trouve presque à la peine de morte.

16 février 2005

The Adventures Continue

Breugel knew of Bakhtin, and didn't like him. He had heard at length of the "legless trouble maker" who had smoked his dissertation. No one but Leavis could be so close to the truth, and Billy Wimsatt too, for they were the true beacons of light in the wasteland. But they failed to embrace Freud, and were genuinely cruel to him. Academia was cruel to visionaries and buffons. Breugel was, of course, both.

The beginning of the end of his life:

Il était jeudi, le vingt-neuf septembre que Monsieur le Vicomte Champignon de Michemache est arrivé. Lorsqu'il est entré la bureau pitoyable de Professeur Docteur Breugel Breugel Breugel, tout a apparu à noircir. Ses yeux rouges pénétrèrent la coeur de Breugel Breugel comme une épée amoreuse et vicieuese aussi.

That's all for Breugel's story today, nothing intersted or entertaining, I will start transcribing my journals soon.

Ciao,
Dru

12 février 2005

Deuxième effort à commence une «blog«

Après avoir trompé mon premiére effort à commencer écrire une «blog» (à cause de j'ai oublié mon «username»), j'ai décidé à l'essayer encore...alors, bienvenue.