Showing posts with label Maupassant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Maupassant. Show all posts
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Rounds
The larger question, beyond those of us who lose, give way to a dissipated waste, some of us not so fortunate to earn a place in the aftermath, is whether we are threatened as a species with systemic collapse, as medical science finds increasing evidence of unintended biological consequences within our domesticated and technological structures. I may be better off in a section 202 unit than the institutional life of my childhood, an unnecessary one, or the phantasmagorical exposure to it later, in my work for Liberty, case managing Inglis House, but my bid for matriculation, in as far as it was possible, failed, and failed brutally, and in this sense, Cassie's tokenism is a hollow victory. I fully understand why William tapped the phrase measure for measure to represent symptomatic disillusion with proscribed formulas.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Didactic Compost
As my editor graciously granted me an extension to besiege the health care establishment into next week, I can stop in over the weekend. The 72 British rendition of Tales From The Crypt is an early experiment in graphic adaptation.
"Blind Alleys," with Patrick Macnee and Nigel Patrick playing the respective foils, is a strange, disembodied take on institutional dehumanization that evokes Maupassant's story of a blind man ejected by his family, left to freeze to death. In the film, dependent on corny twists, the blind extract their justice for harsh regimentation; the monstrosity of the teleplay is not meant to be taken seriously, of course, but it serves as an apt metaphor for contemporary activist screaming matches represented by groups like ADAPT, or even my inability to deploy closure in relation to Liberty's inability to meld competence with regimentation.
Is the price of self-interested inequality worth how it brutalizes, and thus hardens, the disadvantaged?
"Blind Alleys," with Patrick Macnee and Nigel Patrick playing the respective foils, is a strange, disembodied take on institutional dehumanization that evokes Maupassant's story of a blind man ejected by his family, left to freeze to death. In the film, dependent on corny twists, the blind extract their justice for harsh regimentation; the monstrosity of the teleplay is not meant to be taken seriously, of course, but it serves as an apt metaphor for contemporary activist screaming matches represented by groups like ADAPT, or even my inability to deploy closure in relation to Liberty's inability to meld competence with regimentation.
Is the price of self-interested inequality worth how it brutalizes, and thus hardens, the disadvantaged?
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