The good old days
The “chosen” people knocked in vain on the gates of London and Paris
Choinski is funnier than any of those Jon Stewart knockoffs without even trying to be. I can’t remember the last time a PC person made me laugh. Years, easily. Think of how much joy we’d begin to experience if they weren’t in charge
they hurled the bolts of the “great curse” on every bolder, brighter head that rebelled against the absolute power of the rabbis
They always ban my favorites, it’s so demoralizing. If you similarly lament, recall this post. When they disappear the living voices we still have countless old books. “It’s not the same!!” Quit yer whinin. Choinski is talking about the 18th century here, sounds nice
At that time, bright, dazzling ideas flashed across all of Western Europe in a zigzag, and the thunderbolts of violent upheavals roared.
My self-understanding at this point is that I’m studying old Europe in order to write a screenplay myself eventually, since I don’t think anyone else has much of a clue about the kinds of things I talk about.
Their behavior in MENA, in country after country in the beginning few minutes, then mostly set in Eastern Europe, depicting the exploitation, trafficking, and slavery, and only the last 30 seconds or so involving the holocaust. If people got a condensed artistic representation of everything I know, they’ll conclude “They deserved it.” A movie about that mayor Słomka’s relatively innocent memoirs alone could be made to have that effect. And there are 100 other books. I still haven’t even gotten to Choinski’s novels, his theoretical writings are already enough of a labor to work through. Once cryptocurrency is mainstreamed, the silent majority might take more of an interest in producing such gesamtkunstwerken. I’d rather devote myself to that possibility than be one of the sold-souls.
I should just insta-translate all my posts and put them on the MENAnet since they’d be more receptive to this. How many years do I have to wait before I get to watch a movie called Kike? How funny a movie called Slut could be. Just putting all the nauseating turds of society in their place. Only art can reveal their soullessness. I don’t know why I’m focusing on humor when the tragic side of these human types is so much more poignant. And there’s no reason there can’t be both. I imagine the soul of a whore to be like a shattered window that remains in the sill. Is there any warmth anymore behind those eyes or is it just an act? I can’t expect any exuberance from them, only a burnt-out bulb. Then imagine those of us who have to live in the same world as them- being dead inside is infectious. What I would give to genuinely fall in love with someone while going on a hike through Ukraine or somewhere. Seems impossible these days. We live in an environment that doesn’t encourage humor or love, only lust and scolding. Higher activities don’t flourish in that kind of culture. No paradigm-shifts from the academy, none in the arts, do you expect anything different? And they’re the ones that recruit the finest minds, so with the neo-gutenberg we’re left with only a few potential Copernicuses, and they have to live in the same culture. Lustmonkeys, Mammonites, and residents of Copin’hagen and Ketmandu, what a parade of degradation to behold day after day. Reminds me of that grotesque simian they made Miss Canada – we’re supposed to tell her she’s pretty. Nope, you’re all revolting.
RIP Roger Scruton, he’s an extinct breed and a refreshing read
Whatever else we take away from this opening scene it is the sense that spiritual pollution exists in many forms, and that there is more than one way to lose your soul.
In the intro he condemns the antisemitism of Parsifal. I wonder he was a Ketman himself
What was achieved by the Redeemer whose sacrifice we re-enact in ritual form, and why did he have to suffer? In the world of deals and transactions none of this makes sense. What is at stake in religion, at least religion of the sacramental variety that is the subject of Wagner’s drama, is clearly something beyond cost and benefit… Taken to its extreme the ‘social contract’ vision points to the ‘commodification’ of human relations, and in his mature operas Wagner showed an acute awareness of this.
Formally speaking, we’re talking about Kant vs. the Talmud here. Königsberg the ground-zero of the formulation of the question of questions? Everyone thinks the answer is so obvious then in the next breath continues to act like a Talmudist. Don’t you know shame? No. That’s part of what “losing your soul” means.
I’m going to have to look for some pre-1940 interpretations of this play. We live in a world that decided against Kant.
On Google Play you can select between free and paid books, and selecting free eliminates most of the newer stuff from the results. Soooooo many old ones on Parsifal alone.