Unleashed (If you give me money I'll buy a Vuse)

"She is an active and friendly girl to whom destiny has not been bright."--Timo, whose commiseration is adept

We have discussed in some detail the angel and demon dichotomy of the invalid's general nature, and we have discussed, in less detail, the nature of shields. If my readers are mildly perplexed as to why I would utilize Andrea Camilleri's fictionalized Sicilian fringe types to preoccupy myself with Falk, with Nimoy, and their archetypes, those who care may thread the needle as we go along, trying in my own way, akin to Wittgenstein, to resist grand unified theories, and yet drawn to the need for something dazzling, at the same time.

The idea of shields is not germane to my own line of thinking. It comes from the superior Jewish intellect which predominates in queer theory, and since queer theory and disability very nearly coalesce, we can examine shields, across literature and teleplays, as we find them. Despite my red flags and red herrings over Psycho, my flags and herring is more about the deployment of aesthetics toward corrupting ends. Do I believe that Psycho represents Hitchcock at his best? No, but as I wrote in my earlier post, relying too, on my memory of Polman's piece in Obituary, the film represented a paradigm shift, one for which the price of civilization has no answer, and, although I envision the problems my old mentor raised when discussing ethics in fiction, as raised by John Gardner, for those asking "How did we get here?"  The answer is in the pathways of moral relativism; I can see them even if I am not yet publishing a traditional dissertation on the issue, and I can see them in the simple stock formula twist of Blood Bargin-- never denying Hitchcock's brand of genius, tracing it through Gena Rowland's virtually vibrant naivety  in "Playback," up through something as complex as Camilleri's "Equal Time". Do we know if the actor playing Biagio is a real spastic gimp? Perhaps not, but his evil lies in his helplessness and inability to change the course of events without a determined truth hunter like Salvo being blessed with the gift of fools.

And now, to sound like everyone else (ad nauseam) on social media, I am taking some time off from this account. I did not break any bones or tear a ligament, but I am having transfer trouble, and it is a bad time to be a poor wasted piece of shit in pain with no nicotine, whether or not this is partly psychosomatic. I am too young not to be able to dump a stool when I need to, and this is going to be a major headache-- yes, I know what ADAPT members would say, I know.