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Six powerful examples of journalism's importance: Recent civic impacts of the press
Six powerful investigative stories from 2013, finalists for the Goldsmith Prize for Investigative Reporting, that make for a strong reading list for classrooms and those interested in journalism.
by John Wihbey | March 4, 2013 December 7, 2020 | training
by John Wihbey, The Journalist's Resource

Six powerful examples of journalism's importance: Recent civic impacts of the press

by John Wihbey, The Journalist's Resource
March 4, 2013

Journalism's crucial role in helping democracy function is sometimes forgotten amid the clamor of partisan debate and the messy nature of the news business. But anyone who stops to examine recent examples of journalistic success -- and the substantial civic impacts of various news media investigations -- cannot help but be impressed by the vital role of the press.

Six examples from the past year that show journalism's impact are enumerated below. These stories helped root out corruption, create better laws and practices, and changed the way we live for the better. They make for a powerful reading list, whether for average citizens, aspiring journalists or anyone concerned with the press and public policy.

As many journalistic outlets continue to struggle financially -- and the news media contracts as an industry, leaving many statehouses, public agencies and local governments under-examined -- there can be little doubt that many problems in society might be forgotten were it not for some smart, persistent and courageous news professionals. These stories speak to that truth.

Although the Internet can help as an investigative tool and platform for engaging the public, it takes professional reporters to initiate and follow-through on everything from interviews to document requests. Further, turning raw data and information into easily digestible knowledge for public consumption -- putting it into narrative story form or making it clear through visual means -- takes painstaking, creative work. Of course, it takes the will of public officials to act on these investigations and formulate concrete policy responses.

Below are the six finalists for the 2013 Goldsmith Prize for Investigative Reporting, awarded by the Shorenstein Center on Media, Politics and Public Policy at the Harvard Kennedy School. Northeastern University media critic Dan Kennedy, one of the prize jurors, noted at his blog, "At a time when news organizations are struggling to survive, it was heartening to see so much good work."

The civic impact of each story is provided below each case; those descriptions were furnished by each reporting team.

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"Cheating our Children"

The Atlanta Journal-Constitution

By Alan Judd, Heather Vogell, John Perry, M.B. Pell

The Atlanta Journal-Constitution's year-long series on irregularities in standardized testing revealed that pressure for ever-higher test scores had led to apparent cheating by teachers and school administrators across the nation. The newspaper's reporting, based on its unprecedented analysis of tens of thousands of test results, initiated a national conversation about the long-term effects of the accountability provisions of the federal No Child Left Behind Act.

Impact: It took three years of relentless coverage by the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, followed by a state investigation, to get school officials to acknowledge that their system had engaged in the worst case of adult-directed school cheating ever detected in the United States. The series prompted numerous large school districts across the country -- from Baltimore, Md. to Mobile, Ala. to Denver, Colo. -- to reevaluate test scores. Investigations were launched in other cities; these may ultimately result in criminal charges.

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"The iEconomy"

The New York Times

Charles Duhigg, Keith Bradsher, David Barboza, David Segal and David Kocieniewski

This series revealed the harsh, at times deadly conditions under which Chinese workers assembling iPhones and iPads live and work; the low pay and high turnover at Apple's retail stores; the lengths to which Apple went to reduce its tax bill, and the shortsightedness of its conclusion that Apples couldn't be manufactured in America.

Impact: As a direct result of the Times series: More than a million workers at the Chinese factories that make Apple's iPhones and iPads got 25 percent raises. Their working conditions vastly improved after Apple's supplier plants were opened to outside inspections for the first time. Apple tripled its corporate social responsibility staff, re-evaluated how it works with manufacturers, asked competitors to help curb excessive overtime in China, and reached out to advocacy groups it once rebuffed. It publicly identified its suppliers for the first time. Apple announced it would invest $100 million to manufacture some computers in the United States. Other computer companies like Hewlett-Packard and Intel began to rethink how they deal with overseas suppliers. Congress opened an investigation into technology companies' tactics to reduce their tax bills.

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"Playing with Fire"

The Chicago Tribune

By Patricia Callahan, Sam Roe and Michael Hawthorne

The Chicago Tribune's investigative series revealed how a deceptive, decades-long campaign by the chemical and tobacco industries brought toxic flame retardants into our homes and into our bodies, despite the fact that these dangerous chemicals don't work as promised.

Impact: As a result of the Tribune investigation, the U.S. Senate revived toxic chemical reform legislation and California moved to revamp the rules responsible for the presence of dangerous chemicals in furniture sold nationwide. The paper's investigation prompted two hearings in the Senate and one in the California state house; the federal Environmental Protection Agency and the Consumer Product Safety Commission move to increase safeguards; an industry front group touting flame retardants shut down; a retailer halted sales of a baby mattress containing chemicals linked to cancer; and California announced it would overhaul its rules, which were the de facto national standard.

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"The Shame of the Boy Scouts"

The Los Angeles Times

By Jason Felch, Kim Christensen and Times staff

The Los Angeles Times made public thousands of files documenting sexual abuse of Boy Scouts by their troop leaders, resulting in reforms that will help ensure the protection of children. The Boy Scouts of America has launched a comprehensive review of the files, with a promise to report to law enforcement any cases not previously disclosed. The Scouts also apologized to victims of abuse and offered to pay for their counseling.

Impact: Within days of the Times disclosure of the long-suppressed Boy Scouts' sexual abuse archive, more than 100,000 people had pored over the newspaper's online database of 5,000 abuse files and case summaries. Some sought to learn whether their molester had ever been caught, or had abused other boys. The Boy Scouts of America has launched a comprehensive review of the files, with a promise to report to law enforcement any cases not previously disclosed. The Scouts also apologized to victims of abuse and offered to pay for their counseling. A Milwaukee pediatrician was forced to surrender his medical license after the state examining board learned -- from the Los Angeles Times -- that he had admitted to molesting two Scouts.

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"Wal-Mart Abroad"

David Barstow
 The New York Times

In his series, David Barstow demonstrated not only that Wal-Mart's conquest of Mexico was built on a secret foundation of corruption, but it also revealed how top executives feared exposure of their practices and made attempts to keep them in the dark.

Impact: As a result of this series, the Justice Department and the Securities Exchange Commission are investigating for violations of the federal antibribery law, the Foreign Corrupt Practices Act. The Times revelations brought a sudden halt to a growing movement to ease up on Corrupt Practices enforcement. In Mexico, authorities are investigating Wal-Mart, the country's largest private employer, for possible violations of its anticorruption laws. Even before the first Times article was published, the investigation shook Wal-Mart into action. The company hurriedly notified federal authorities of the Mexican situation and reopened its own investigation. In mid-November 2012, Wal-Mart disclosed in a regulatory filing that it was examining possible violations of the antibribery law in three of its other primary overseas markets -- China, India and Brazil. Amid shareholder suits and protests, Wal-Mart has also radically overhauled its compliance and investigation protocols, and a number of employees implicated in the scandal have left the company. By year's end, Wal-Mart's investigation had cost it nearly $100 million.

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"State Integrity Investigation"

Collaboration among the Center for Public Integrity, Global Integrity and Public Radio International, Investigative News Network

The State Integrity Investigation is an unprecedented, data-driven analysis of each state's laws and practices that deter corruption and promote accountability and openness.

Impact: Results of this series include an ever-growing number of states that have sparked or accelerated reform in government, ranging from the increase in disclosure requirements for lobbyists and government officials, to the formation of panels to explore ideas for an ethics reform package. Coverage of the project and reaction to it has been massive, and its findings have been featured in local outlets across the country, prompting action at the state level. Three states -- Delaware, Iowa and Maine -- have passed laws that improve access to open records and increase disclosure requirements for lobbyists and government officials. Five additional states -- California, Michigan, Ohio, South Carolina and North Dakota -- have proposed laws that would increase transparency in government. Good government groups and legislators in at least seven states -- Arkansas, Florida, Hawaii, Georgia, New York, Ohio and Texas -- have launched reform campaigns.

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Journalism's crucial role in helping democracy function is sometimes forgotten amid the clamor of partisan debate and the messy nature of the news business. But anyone who stops to examine recent examples of journalistic success — and the substantial civic impacts of various news media investigations — cannot help but be impressed by the vital role of the press.
Six examples from the past year that show journalism's impact are enumerated below. These stories helped root out corruption, create better laws and practices, and changed the way we live for the better. They make for a powerful reading list, whether for average citizens, aspiring journalists or anyone concerned with the press and public policy.
As many journalistic outlets continue to struggle financially — and the news media contracts as an industry, leaving many statehouses, public agencies and local governments under-examined — there can be little doubt that many problems in society might be forgotten were it not for some smart, persistent and courageous news professionals. These stories speak to that truth.
Although the Internet can help as an investigative tool and platform for engaging the public, it takes professional reporters to initiate and follow-through on everything from interviews to document requests. Further, turning raw data and information into easily digestible knowledge for public consumption — putting it into narrative story form or making it clear through visual means — takes painstaking, creative work. Of course, it takes the will of public officials to act on these investigations and formulate concrete policy responses.
Below are the six finalists for the 2013 Goldsmith Prize for Investigative Reporting, awarded by the Shorenstein Center on Media, Politics and Public Policy at the Harvard Kennedy School. Northeastern University media critic Dan Kennedy, one of the prize jurors, noted at his blog, "At a time when news organizations are struggling to survive, it was heartening to see so much good work."
The civic impact of each story is provided below each case; those descriptions were furnished by each reporting team.
"Cheating our Children"
By Alan Judd, Heather Vogell, John Perry, M.B. Pell
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution's year-long series on irregularities in standardized testing revealed that pressure for ever-higher test scores had led to apparent cheating by teachers and school administrators across the nation. The newspaper's reporting, based on its unprecedented analysis of tens of thousands of test results, initiated a national conversation about the long-term effects of the accountability provisions of the federal No Child Left Behind Act.
Impact: It took three years of relentless coverage by the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, followed by a state investigation, to get school officials to acknowledge that their system had engaged in the worst case of adult-directed school cheating ever detected in the United States. The series prompted numerous large school districts across the country — from Baltimore, Md. to Mobile, Ala. to Denver, Colo. — to reevaluate test scores. Investigations were launched in other cities; these may ultimately result in criminal charges.
"The iEconomy"
Charles Duhigg, Keith Bradsher, David Barboza, David Segal and David Kocieniewski
This series revealed the harsh, at times deadly conditions under which Chinese workers assembling iPhones and iPads live and work; the low pay and high turnover at Apple's retail stores; the lengths to which Apple went to reduce its tax bill, and the shortsightedness of its conclusion that Apples couldn't be manufactured in America.
Impact: As a direct result of the Times series: More than a million workers at the Chinese factories that make Apple's iPhones and iPads got 25 percent raises. Their working conditions vastly improved after Apple's supplier plants were opened to outside inspections for the first time. Apple tripled its corporate social responsibility staff, re-evaluated how it works with manufacturers, asked competitors to help curb excessive overtime in China, and reached out to advocacy groups it once rebuffed. It publicly identified its suppliers for the first time. Apple announced it would invest $100 million to manufacture some computers in the United States. Other computer companies like Hewlett-Packard and Intel began to rethink how they deal with overseas suppliers. Congress opened an investigation into technology companies' tactics to reduce their tax bills.
The Chicago Tribune
By Patricia Callahan, Sam Roe and Michael Hawthorne
The Chicago Tribune's investigative series revealed how a deceptive, decades-long campaign by the chemical and tobacco industries brought toxic flame retardants into our homes and into our bodies, despite the fact that these dangerous chemicals don't work as promised.
Impact: As a result of the Tribune investigation, the U.S. Senate revived toxic chemical reform legislation and California moved to revamp the rules responsible for the presence of dangerous chemicals in furniture sold nationwide. The paper's investigation prompted two hearings in the Senate and one in the California state house; the federal Environmental Protection Agency and the Consumer Product Safety Commission move to increase safeguards; an industry front group touting flame retardants shut down; a retailer halted sales of a baby mattress containing chemicals linked to cancer; and California announced it would overhaul its rules, which were the de facto national standard.
"The Shame of the Boy Scouts"
By Jason Felch, Kim Christensen and Times staff
The Los Angeles Times made public thousands of files documenting sexual abuse of Boy Scouts by their troop leaders, resulting in reforms that will help ensure the protection of children. The Boy Scouts of America has launched a comprehensive review of the files, with a promise to report to law enforcement any cases not previously disclosed. The Scouts also apologized to victims of abuse and offered to pay for their counseling.
Impact: Within days of the Times disclosure of the long-suppressed Boy Scouts' sexual abuse archive, more than 100,000 people had pored over the newspaper's online database of 5,000 abuse files and case summaries. Some sought to learn whether their molester had ever been caught, or had abused other boys. The Boy Scouts of America has launched a comprehensive review of the files, with a promise to report to law enforcement any cases not previously disclosed. The Scouts also apologized to victims of abuse and offered to pay for their counseling. A Milwaukee pediatrician was forced to surrender his medical license after the state examining board learned — from the Los Angeles Times — that he had admitted to molesting two Scouts.
"Wal-Mart Abroad"
David Barstow
In his series, David Barstow demonstrated not only that Wal-Mart's conquest of Mexico was built on a secret foundation of corruption, but it also revealed how top executives feared exposure of their practices and made attempts to keep them in the dark.
Impact: As a result of this series, the Justice Department and the Securities Exchange Commission are investigating for violations of the federal antibribery law, the Foreign Corrupt Practices Act. The Times revelations brought a sudden halt to a growing movement to ease up on Corrupt Practices enforcement. In Mexico, authorities are investigating Wal-Mart, the country's largest private employer, for possible violations of its anticorruption laws. Even before the first Times article was published, the investigation shook Wal-Mart into action. The company hurriedly notified federal authorities of the Mexican situation and reopened its own investigation. In mid-November 2012, Wal-Mart disclosed in a regulatory filing that it was examining possible violations of the antibribery law in three of its other primary overseas markets — China, India and Brazil. Amid shareholder suits and protests, Wal-Mart has also radically overhauled its compliance and investigation protocols, and a number of employees implicated in the scandal have left the company. By year's end, Wal-Mart's investigation had cost it nearly $100 million.
"State Integrity Investigation"
Collaboration among the Center for Public Integrity, Global Integrity and Public Radio International, Investigative News Network
The State Integrity Investigation is an unprecedented, data-driven analysis of each state's laws and practices that deter corruption and promote accountability and openness.
Impact: Results of this series include an ever-growing number of states that have sparked or accelerated reform in government, ranging from the increase in disclosure requirements for lobbyists and government officials, to the formation of panels to explore ideas for an ethics reform package. Coverage of the project and reaction to it has been massive, and its findings have been featured in local outlets across the country, prompting action at the state level. Three states — Delaware, Iowa and Maine — have passed laws that improve access to open records and increase disclosure requirements for lobbyists and government officials. Five additional states — California, Michigan, Ohio, South Carolina and North Dakota — have proposed laws that would increase transparency in government. Good government groups and legislators in at least seven states — Arkansas, Florida, Hawaii, Georgia, New York, Ohio and Texas — have launched reform campaigns.
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2000 AD é uma revista em quadrinhos britânica semanal de ficção científica. Como uma antologia de quadrinhos, serializa histórias em cada edição (conhecidas como "progs") e foi publicada pela primeira vez pela IPC Magazines em 26 de fevereiro de 1977. Desde 2000, passou a ser publicada pela Rebellion Developments.

A 2000 AD é mais conhecida pelas histórias de Juiz Dredd e tem recebido a contribuição de vários artistas e escritores que se tornaram renomados no campo internacionalmente, como Alan Moore, Dave Gibbons , Grant Morrison , Brian Bolland , Mike McMahon , John Wagner , Alan Grant e Garth Ennis. Outras séries da revista incluem Rogue Trooper, Sláine, Strontium Dog, ABC Warriors, Nemesis the Warlock e Nikolai Dante.

Adaptações para TV e cinema

 Hardware (1990)
 Judge Dredd (1995)
 Dredd (2012)
 Rogue Trooper (TBA)
 Judge Dredd: Mega-City One (TBA)
 Button Man: Get Harry Ex (TBA)

Adaptações para videogames
Os jogos da 2000AD para computadores de 8 bits incluem aqueles baseados em Strontium Dog feitos pela Quicksilva para o ZX Spectrum em 1984, Nemesis the Warlock e Sláine da Martech em 1987, Rogue Trooper escrito pela Design Design e publicado pela Piranha em 1986 e Judge Dredd pela Virgin Games em 1990, todos lançados para as plataformas Amstrad CPC, Commodore 64 e ZX Spectrum. A Krome studios Melborne também lançou um jogo de Juiz Dredd para o Commodore 64 e o ZX Spectrum em 1987. Os jogos de Dredd e Halo Jones para o ZX Spectrum estavam sendo desenvolvidos pela Piranha, mas nunca foram lançados.

A Krisalis Software lançou uma adaptação de Rogue Trooper para o Amiga e o Atari ST em 1991, e o merchandising que acompanhou o filme Judge Dredd de 1995 incluiu jogos para IBM PC (MS-DOS), Game Boy, Game Gear, PlayStation, Sega Genesis e Super Nintendo Entertainment System.

Um jogo de fliperama de Judge Dredd foi criado, mas nunca foi concluído nem lançado. Ele pode ser encontrado online, onde está disponível gratuitamente, mas requer um emulador.  O jogo apresenta Mean Machine e outros membros da Angel Gang.

Judge Dredd Pinball foi lançado para o MS-DOS em 1998. No mesmo ano foi lançado um videogame do juiz para o PlayStation da Sony, desenvolvido pela Gremlin Interactive e publicado pela Activision.

Com a compra da 2000 AD pela Rebellion Developments, uma empresa de jogos de computador, vários outros jogos vinculados foram lançados ou estão em desenvolvimento. Juiz Dredd: Dredd vs. Morte foi lançado em 2003, seguido de Rogue Trooper em 2006 para Xbox, PlayStation 2 e Microsoft Windows. Uma versão atualizada para o Wii intitulada Rogue Trooper: Quartz Zone Massacre foi lançada em dezembro de 2009.

Um jogo de aventura licenciado do juiz Dredd, intitulado "Judge Dredd: Countdown Sector 106", foi lançado em 2012 pela Tin Man Games para iOS na Austrália e no Reino Unido, sendo posteriormente liberado para Google Play e Steam.

No Brasil
As histórias da revista foram publicadas pela primeira vez no país em 1979 pela EBAL na revista Capitão Z Apresenta: Ano 2000, a revista durou apenas dez edições. Na década de 1990, a  Editora Abril publica crossovers de Dredd e Batman e na década de seguinte, a Pandora Books publica títulos solos de Dredd, Sláine, O Deus Guerreiro, Skizz, A Balada de Halo Jones entre outros.

Em 2013, a Editora Mythos lançou um novo mix baseado na revista: Juiz Dredd Megazine, a revista foi cancelada na edição 24, publicada em setembro de 2015. Em julho de 2018, a Mythos anuncia uma nova revista com histórias da 2000 AD, com nome de Heavy Metal, mas sem nenhuma ligação com a revista americana de mesmo nome.

Ligações externas

Histórias em quadrinhos de ficção científica
EBAL
Editora Mythos
Banda desenhada do Reino Unido

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Artist to immortalize biographer, his subject
A foundation dedicated to promoting the works of John Neihardt has selected Lawrence artist Jim Brothers to create a sculpture of the author and of Black Elk, an Oglala holy man and subject of Neihardt's best-selling "Black Elk Speaks."
"I hope they can raise the money," Brothers said. "I'm anxious to do it."
The project - sculptures depicting Black Elk in prayer and his biographer, Neihardt, sitting on a nearby rock, taking notes - is expected to cost $175,000.
"It's our understanding they've reached the halfway point of their fundraising goal," said Kathy Correll, manager at Jim Brothers Sculpture Studio.
Based in Bancroft, Neb., the John G. Neihardt Foundation will host a fundraising concert Sunday at the Bancroft Community Building, featuring the Wayne State College Madrigal Singers.
"We also have a quilt that will be raffled off on Dec. 16, and we have an anonymous donor who has agreed to match donations," said Nancy Gillis, museum director at the foundation's Neihardt Center in Bancroft.
Photo by Mike Yoder
A foundation dedicated to promoting the work of "Black Elk Speaks" author John Neihardt has selected Lawrence sculptor Jim Brothers to create a statue in honor of the author and his subject. Brothers is shown with a model of the proposed sculpture.
"Most people who visit the center have never met John Neihardt or Black Elk," Gillis said. "So it's important for there to be an image of these two great men together." Black Elk died in 1950, Neihardt in 1973.
The collaborative biography, "Black Elk Speaks," provided a rare, retrospective glimpse at the social and spiritual lives of the Plains Indian at a time of radical change.
"Black Elk Speaks" has been translated into 20 languages and has been continuously in print since 1961.
Brothers' works include 10 larger than life-size figures at the National D-Day Memorial in Bedford, Va., and a life-size figure of Mark Twain at the Hartford Public Library in Hartford, Conn.
Plans call for installing a Brothers rendering of Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower near the National Mall in Washington, D.C., next year.
Lawrence sculptor to create statue for veterans' memorial (11-11-05)
Living the artist's life (11-07-04)
Memorial pays due to county's heroes (07-04-04)

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Oct 19, 2016 · 6:50 am
When I came home yesterday at dusk… Tomorrow & tomorrow & tomorrow…
I live on the outer edge of London in what is called a Close but is actually a square, with buildings on three sides and, on the other, the back gardens of houses in another street.
When I came home yesterday at dusk, the buildings on the three sides were half demolished, the roofs non-existent, the walls and innards had been broken down to half or more or less than their old height, the bricks and plaster destroyed or exposed and everything was covered with that light white dust of demolition.
When I had walked up the nearby street to my home, there had been red double-decker buses and waste bins and people walking around like it was hundreds of years ago and you were living in and walking through a world you had only known previously from old, faded images. It was dusk and all the 2-dimensional detailing and colours and sounds were there in 3-D reality.
Then I was standing on the Blackford Hill, looking north towards the Firth of Forth and Fife, with the waters stretched out flat and wet before me, the little black island of the Castle Rock sticking out of the water on the left and the larger green island of Arthur's Seat sticking up out of the water to its right. And, way down, in the waters between them, were the underwater streets and passageways and stone buildings of what used to be Edinburgh. Just dark stone passageways and alleyways in a dark underwater maze now, with light marine growths on the dark stone walls and fish swimming along and between and inside the empty rooms of all the old buildings.
Dreams are strange.
It is very very rare that I remember mine.
Perhaps once a year; maybe twice.
I wish I remembered them more often.
But all the above was not a dream I had last night.
It was yesterday at dusk and I was awake and the images were in my mind.
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Apr 29, 2014 · 12:05 pm
Comic Lewis Schaffer "has got that same metaphysical motive as Shakespeare's characters" says British academic study
Academic researcher Liam – as he wishes to be seen
In the last few months, I have posted some extracts from chats Liam Lonergan had with me and various comedians, including Lewis Schaffer for his BA (Hons) course in Creative and Media Writing at the University of Portsmouth. Yesterday, I got a message from Liam:
I got a 1st for my Media Writing Project / Dissertation. It consisted of a research bundle, a series of long-form articles and an essay about:
a) how stand-up starts as an egalitarian pursuit but is eventually absorbed into market capitalism,
b) How Lewis Schaffer relates to literary modes of humour and
c) the link between humour and hypomania.
(The latter was eventually abandoned but it was still part of my research).
"Can I print your academic piece about Lewis Schaffer?" I asked.
"Yes," he said.
"What should I say about you?" I asked.
"Maybe mention," he said, "that I review restaurants for a website called Blue Tomato and that, one day, I hope to write 'The Great Essex Novel' in the same vein as that other quested-for chimera 'The Great American Novel'."
"Have you got a photo of yourself looking suitably academic?" I asked.
"I've attached a picture that you can use," he told me. "I want a picture of me that is the antithesis of scholarly."
That is the picture above, together with Liam's thesis below.
Lewis Schaffer, shoeless guru
All of us think in a series of banalities; useless thoughts and redundant ideas that fall away like discarded receipts. My housemate and I used to have an ongoing joke where we place bits of ephemera found in our pockets (a ticket; a tissue; a raisin) onto each other's pillow. We put them there as if they were a present or a swimming certificate or anything other than a train ticket or a bit of old raisin.
We never spoke about it. The joke was that, by sneaking in and displaying these innocuous items prominently on the pillow, they were given some sort of "weight." They were imbued with symbolic gesture. We also used to play a game where we left a mug out on the mantelpiece and waited four months until it was really dusty. We called it Dusty Cup.
This meant nothing.
In his book about comedy and literature, The Irresponsible Self: On Laughter and the Novel, James Wood writes about the irrelevance of stream of consciousness and how we're "continually remembering more, and most of it is useless information." Our thought processes are pure raisin – they're full of useless information – but we always infuse this uselessness with meaning.
Nearly all the dialogue in the HBO series True Detective was constructed by this instinct to make bollocks seem important. (Sidenote: The Ladybird Book of Gnosticism was a vital source for Nic Pizzolatto). Another example is Andy Kaufman's "deadpan showbiz parody" and "dadaist performance art." While commentators wrote about the postmodernist aspect of his act, he always insisted that it was devoid of any real substance. In 1979 he told Time magazine "The critics try to intellectualize my material. There's no satire involved. Satire is a concept that can only be understood by adults. My stuff is straight, for people of all ages." Wood goes on to write about the "status of irrelevant detail."
For me, my favourite comedy is about these irrelevant details and our digressionary pursuit of gravitas (while, ultimately, settling on the pointless stuff). Again, as Wood says: "It is always funny when singular novelty is passed off as a general wisdom."
Stream of consciousness on the page can never mimic actual thought processes as syntax is too calculated; it's too exact. Russian novelist Vladimir Nabakov complained that the problem with James Joyce's Ulysses is that we don't think in words. Joyce – in-between writing letters to Nora Barnacle about her "gushing hole" or "arse full of farts" that he fucked out of her – attempted to capture the metamorphosis and constant displacement of mental activity.
When you transcribe interviews (or watch politicians go off-piste during a photo op in Iceland) you notice this kind of transient, shifting language. People speaking in half aborted statements that they pick up an hour later; malopropistic mangling that, somehow, has its own internal logic; explanations that peter out and…
The prototype for stream of consciousness in fiction was Shakespeare's soliloquies. These are meant to provide an insight into the brain of Lady Macbeth or Edmund via. a recital to the omnipotent audience, but they, too, can't accurately capture consciousness. They're "thought" after thought. Carefully composed language acts as an agent for the knotted-pubic-thatch of brain function.
After five years of studying Shakespeare in senior school we know that these speeches are attached to a half-a-ton of subtext; a Kerouac scroll of margin notes about "out damn spot!" and "unsex me here". (Sidenote (2): In the latter speech, Mrs. Macbeth wanted her feminine nature to be taken away. She should have just called Joyce and asked him to come over to suck the "little naughty farties" out of her arse. Job done).
Shakespeare's universe is populated by people with intent. Everything that comes into their head is multi-sided and full of meaning. They never ruminate on why James Locke from The Only Way Is Essex looks like he has no eyelids or if Kim Kardashian uses a lot of Sudocrem. The heroes and heroines / villains and villainesses vocalise their interior monologues because they have a metaphysical motive: they want to show the audience and themselves that they exist. They can't exist in a cocoon of private mood.
In life, people don't usually narrate their feelings and intentions out loud. They keep them contained on a human Cloud Drive or put them on their Twitter feed. One notable exception is the comedian.
The best comedians transmit their agonies or intentions – minus an author's literary-technical need – directly to the other people in the room. The more ill prepared the material, the better. They usually position themselves in contrast to what, in the words of American academic and Presbyterian minister, Conrad Hyers, is considered "authentically human". Hyers writes that heroic traits such as "courage, loyalty, duty, honor, pride, indomitable will, stubborn determination, passionate involvement, absolute devotion, uncompromising dedication" have become, in our common understanding of what makes someone a correct human, a list of sought after characteristics.
For comedians, it's part of the criteria that they're none of these things. (Sidenote (3): Although, Tim Heidecker, of the comedy duo Tim & Eric, was stabbed twice in 2006 while attempting to protect his elderly neighbour from her son. Some are brave but only behind closed doors).
Hyers goes on to say that "the comic vision possesses a greater appreciation for the muddiness of human nature." This includes the raisin and the Dusty Cup of nothing. The insubstantial stuff.
Dusty Cup is the "midst of nothingness" that Vladimir, in Samuel Beckett's Waiting For Godot, talks about towards the end of the play. It's the elliptical nature of existence. It's the explanations that…
In November 2013, I went to Soho to meet Lewis Schaffer. Lewis is a 56 year old stand-up who moved from New York to Nunhead approximately 12 years ago and performs two weekly shows at The Source Below. He also has a residency at the Leicester Square Theatre where he features most Sunday evenings with his other show, American In London. Martin Witts, the Artistic Director of the LST, said that Lewis is a "long term project" and he hopes that, one day, "he'll be consistently funny". When he emailed me this, I replied with: "the inconsistency is part of his charm!" Lewis keeps the discarded receipts.
Lewis has an off-white complexion that is somewhere between "Dunmore Cream" and "Monroe Bisque" – with a slightly swampy tinge – and a face with the same solid architecture as the Boxer of Quirinal (minus the beard). He's stocky with hunched shoulders and wears a suit that has some strain on the middle button a la Oliver Hardy or Jackie Gleason. His hair is peppery. This is a different colour to the ink-cartridge-black that appears in most of his promotional photos.
He is scattergun in speech and disposition and sounds a bit like Martin Scorsese or Greg Proops or one of those manicured Jewish mothers. During conversation, he often veers off course ("A limey! A limey. From Limehouse. Limey from Limehouse. Hey! So. So what was the question you had?") and chases another fleeting thought or a snippet of conversation with the Lewis Schaffer regulars. He was on first name terms with nearly all of the people who filtered into his show. It was like a tree-house gang.
Lenny Bruce, in his autobiography How To Talk Dirty and Influence People, wrote "As a child I loved confusion: a freezing blizzard that would stop all traffic and mail; toilets that would get stopped up and overflow and run down the halls; electrical failures – anything that would stop the flow and make it back up and find new direction. Confusion was entertainment to me." Schaffer's whole act operates on this notion of chaos – "I believe in chaos. [The whole thing] is training for chaos" – but it all seems so brilliantly aimless.
When Lenny Bruce utilized stream of consciousness and exploratory improvisation – in the jazz-club-patois that he helped to popularise – he always had an ulterior motive. It was a device to dent taboos or rile up the audience with its incessantness; it was used to rouse a state of righteous indignation so he can could highlight the hypocrisy of the righteous. Bruce was the hero with a bundle full of soliloquies. Schaffer is pure comedy. There doesn't appear to be any social or political incentive; it's all about answering Schaffer's often repeated mantra: "Is that funny?"
Richard Zoglin, an American journalist and author, said that the cardinal rule of comedy is "Don't ever be standing on the same level as the tables."
The Source Below is a tiny venue run by two Brazilians (one Brazilian/Italian; one Brazilian/German). The "stage" is just another section of floor in front of the 30/35 seats and lit up by a spotlight. Lewis stands there with his microphone and fluctuates between a strained holler forced through inflamed vocal chords (when he chides the audience or slips into mock-American jingoism – "It's called the World Series! Because it's our world!") and a quiet, subdued voice when he's trying to coax his tree-house gang into loving him.
Psychoanalyst and author, Darian Leader, writes this about hypomania: "[What] distinguished manic-depression from other forms of psychosis, where the person may construct a virtual, distant or internal addressee [is that the manic-depressive] has [to have] a real listener right there in front of them. And yet there is something tenuous, desperate even, about how the manic person maintains their interlocutor, as if they [have to keep] them there at all costs, like a nightclub entertainer who has to keep his audience focused on himself at all times."
When Lewis climbs on a chair in the front row and begs for his audience's attention like a dinner party host trying to initiate party games, Leader may well have seen a bit of Lewis is that "nightclub entertainer."
Lewis has got that same metaphysical motive as Shakespeare's characters – to make the audience know that he exists – but he does it with a couple of adlibs about the smell of corn and biofuel manufacturing. These go nowhere. They mean nothing. They are Dusty Cup.
Filed under Academic, Comedy
Tagged as academic, Andy Kaufman, comedy, Darian Leader, Dusty Cup, James Joyce, Kim Kardashian, Lenny Bruce, lewis schaffer, Liam Lonergan, Richard Zoglin, Shakespeare, The Irresponsible Self: On Laughter and the Novel, thesis, Tim Heidecker, Waiting For Godot
Nov 1, 2013 · 5:02 pm
David McGillivray: from cheap sex films to horror movies, art and panto scripts
David McGillivray (left) yesterday with a Halloween ghoul
David McGillivray is only a few years old than me, but I first became aware of him when I was in my late teens or early twenties and he was writing excellent film reviews for the British Film Institute's Monthly Film Bulletin.
He quickly got involved in the 1970s British sex film industry, writing such epics as I'm Not Feeling Myself Tonight and The Hot Girls, then shifting into horror scripts for quickie film directors Norman J.Warren and Pete Walker and, later still, writing and producing his own films.
"I used to love being scared when I was a child," he told me yesterday – Halloween – in Soho, "and I greatly enjoy frightening other people. I've only really ever been interested in sensation."
"What was your best film?"
"Shorts or long?"
"Both."
"Of the shorts, I'm very fond of one called Mrs Davenport's Throat, which I made in Lisbon in 2005. It's got a surprise ending that I don't think anyone's ever guessed."
"You wrote and produced that?"
"Yes. It was inspired by those people at airports who stand holding cards with people's names on. In my film, the eponymous Mrs Davenport goes up to a chauffeur who is holding a sign saying MRS DAVENPORT and goes off with him and we find out what happens to her. It's not a pretty sight."
"You said that with a smile."
"It's good fun."
"And your favourite feature film?"
Exactly the sort of film young David McGillivray had always wanted to write
"I never watch any of my films apart from House of Whipcord. That was my first big one for Pete Walker. I saw it again at a horror festival in Edinburgh about two years ago and thought it stood up quite well.
"I was a very young writer – I was 25. I read an outline of the story and it was exactly the sort of film I had always wanted to write and Pete Walker got together a marvellous cast. It was terrifically exciting for me. Suddenly here I was part of the film business that I'd always been so fond of.
"I think House of Whipcord is Pete Walker's best film, though some people prefer Frightmare."
"He seemed to suddenly disappear off the radar," I said.
"He just decided to stop working," explained David, "and nobody really knows why. He had the money to continue and he could have gone on making films. He didn't completely disappear: he ran a chain of provincial cinemas called Picturedrome for a while but now, as far as I know, he really is completely retired. I haven't seen him since 1992."
"Is he worthy of rediscovery?" I asked. "Or are his films just tacky?"
"I have said," David told me, "that he was Britain's most talented exploitation director. As soon as a Pete Walker film starts, you know instantly it's his. He had a very distinct style. He was a talented storyteller. He knew how to include the exploitation elements. I think it's a great shame he isn't still working. He just decided he didn't want to do it any more. He didn't need to make money; he was very rich."
"Rich from the films?" I asked,. "Or rich independently?"
"Rich from property," said David. "He made a lot of money from his early films: little 8mm 'glamour' loops sold either by mail order or in newsagents, often under-the-counter."
"Soft-core?" I asked.
Not as successful as Pete Walker's sex films?
"Oh yes, all very soft core. They were basically striptease films. He made a lot of money from those and then his early full-length sex films made money. There were several people in the same market – Harrison Marks and Stanley Long were two rivals. Pete's early sex films were very successful. Then he started making his so-called 'terror' films, which were less popular. All of those people made a fair amount of money out of nudie and sex films."
"When you were young," I asked, "did you want to make art films?"
"No," said David firmly. "I never wanted to do anything arty and I never have done. I've got no ability, I've got no taste, no style. I'm a hack."
David's current film production company is called Pathetique Films. It uses the slogan Curiouser and Curiouser.
"But you appreciate arty movies, so you have taste," I told him.
"I've got no ability. I really haven't," he replied.
"But," I said, "you can write and you've seen enough movies to know what images need to be edited together to have an effect, so you can work backwards and know what material has to be shot to create the end result you want."
"This is like a conversation I was having yesterday, about the difference between art and design," David said, holding up a teaspoon. "What is this? It has been designed to look good, but is it art or is it just design?… It is design.
"My films are not art. They're just product designed to give people a bit of a thrill in whatever way is possible."
"But what you're describing," I argued, "is a Shakespeare play – a commercial product that's aimed at a specific audience – almost lowest-common-denominator. Shakespeare was creating something to give the plebs in the pit a laugh. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are there to give people a laugh in Hamlet; there's blood all over the place in Macbeth; there are things flying around and thunderstorms and a shipwreck (or is it two?) in The Tempest. I'm sure if I went in a time machine and watched Shakespeare plays as seen by the original audience, it would be like watching a down-market farce or an exploitation movie."
"Well, yes," David agreed. "Shakespeare's plays were aimed at 'the ordinary folk' and wouldn't have been considered Art in their day. Maybe one day, long after we're dead and gone, the public will decide that my films are Art."
"But the public didn't decide Shakespeare is art," I said, "It was people who wrote books about him. Critics decide. Critics would say The Tempest is art and the movie Forbidden Planet is a commercial Hollywood science fiction product, but the film is based on the play."
"Well," said David, "I would call Forbidden Planet art, because it's a wonderful creation and it works and it scared the living daylights out of me when I was 7 or 8. When the footprints appear in the sand, made by the invisible monster, I was so frightened I remember distinctly I couldn't look at the screen and I hid my face in my school cap. That film had an enormous effect on me and it's a very artistic endeavour indeed."
"But looked at objectively," I said, "Shakespeare is basically lowest common denominator sex, violence and comedy – much like The Bible in that respect. Reviewers thought Hitchcock's Psycho was unforgivably down-market, repulsive and sadistic when it was released, yet people would probably think Psycho was a work of art now."
"Definitely," agreed David, "Well, any film by Hitchcock."
"Or Michael Powell's film Peeping Tom," I said. "It was said at the time to be obscenely sadistic and it destroyed his entire career. But now it's Art. I avoided seeing it for years because Time Out said it was a simile for the voyeurism of the cinema-going experience – It sounded unbearably arty and a load of wank. But, when I saw it, it IS a great film and, arguably, Time Out was right."
"It's not bad, is it…" said David.
"You must want to write Art," I told him, "You want to create things and you want to create the best possible thing you can and that is Art and, if it has a big effect on a big audience like Harry Potter, then all the better, surely?"
"This is a very vexed issue," replied David, "and goes back to what is and isn't Art. I've really only ever wanted to create something that is going to have some sort of an effect on people. I don't want to create something that's going to be ignored, that's going to sit on a shelf and not be seen. I don't particularly mind what the critics say. I don't care if they hate my stuff – and a lot of them do. All I want in years to come is for people to watch my films and enjoy them in the same way I enjoy the most rubbishy, churned-out second features. If I can create anything like Night of the Demon or, indeed, Night of the Eagle, I'd be very, very happy."
"Well," I said, "everyone's making B films now – the Star Wars movies, the Indiana Jones movies, Quentin Tarantino's movies. They're all basically making crappy low-budget B films on a big budget – Crap becoming Art."
"Yes," agreed David, "they're making wheat out of chaff."
"They've making wheat out of chaff for chavs," I suggested. "What are you making next?"
David McGillivray yesterday, by a rubbish bin in London's West End – He suggested the bin
"It's panto time," said David. "It's a very busy time. This year I've contributed to four. I don't write them, I only re-write them depending on who's in them. My regular employer is Julian Clary – I've re-written his pantos for several years and, through him, I've met other people like Nigel Havers. I'm just finishing re-writing Robin Hood, which is in Plymouth this year. And I've re-written part of Snow White for Gok Wan in Birmingham. I love panto. I think that's my true forte."
"You knew Julian Clary before the pantos?"
"Yes, I've worked with him for 31 years. I've never written an entire show. He's known for his improvisation. He Julianises what I put together as, indeed, do other comedians I've worked for."
"Paul O'Grady, Greg Proops, Angus Deayton…"
At this point, a man dressed in a white Halloween costume and wearing a Scream movie mask came into the restaurant where we were sitting.
"That is an example of the opposite of what we were talking about," said David. "That is Art turned into crap… Edvard Munch's painting The Scream now turned into one of the worst franchises in horror movie history…"
Filed under Horror, Movies, Sex
Tagged as art, british, cult, David McGillivray, exploitation, Forbidden Planet, Frightmare, horror, House of Whipcord, Julian Clary, movies, Norman J.Warren, Peeping Tom, Pete Walker, sex, Shakespeare
Shakespeare, Chaucer, Jane Austen – all of them bad at the English language
(This blog was later re-published in the Huffington Post)
I posted a blog (or did I?) the other day.
Someone on Google+ took offence (or did he?) and posted (or did he?) this comment:
"no offense," he wrote, "but can we stop calling blog posts and blog articles 'blogs'? unless you actually are composing an entire collection of articles and posts each time you say you've written 'a blog', you're really not using the correct term and are just coming off as uninformed and just desperately trying to drop a buzzword (albeit incorrectly)."
I am not sure about this.
He is, I presume an American, because he wrote "no offense" instead of the British English "no offence". I have a suspicion the problem may be an example of two nations separated by a common language – even in cyberspace.
I am sure I have commonly seen and heard in the UK, the word "blog" used both for the collection within which the "posts" are… erm… posted… and for the individual blogs… erm… posts… themselves.
But, some might think surprisingly, I am no great upholder of 'correctness' in writing. If you get too hung up on the niceties of what is 'correct' and what is 'not correct', things can get pretty mind-numbingly dull, as I am about to prove…
I think the French are mad to have an academic body which decides what words and phrases are or are not 'correct' French. They are mad to try stopping 'Franglais'.
The nearest thing we have in Britain is the Oxford English dictionary which decides to include not what it thinks is 'correct' English but what has become common usage.
The sentence, "Men and women competed in a quiz with a £1,000 prize but the rules stated that, when the single eventual winner received THEIR money, THEY had to donate it to charity," is clearly grammatically incorrect, because "winner" is singular but "their" and "they " are both plural.
The Oxford English Dictionary decided several years ago that the use of "they" and "their" in this sort of sentence structure was "acceptable" usage simply because it had been so commonly used for years by everyone. The alternative would be saying "he or she" and "his or hers" instead of "they" and "their" every time the circumstance cropped up and your tongue and brain would go potty after a time.
In English, 'good' English is ultimately whatever way English speakers actually speak and write the language. The French are heading towards a dead language; ironically, they are stifling it by trying to protect it.
The English language is a bit like the Edinburgh Fringe. No-one actually organises the over-all thing, anyone can join in and it becomes all the more vibrant for it.
It is anarchy, but it works.
Shakespeare could not even spell his own name the same way every time he wrote it – he used various spellings. As far as I understand it, English spelling had no need to be uniform until Dr Johnson published his dictionary in 1755 – and, even now, we are in the anarchic position of having "humour" and "humor" and "colour" and "color" being correct in different places and how the fuck did "programme" and "program" and "aluminium" and "aluminum" ever come about? They're relatively new concepts!
I share comedian Stewart Lee's horror at the constant mis-use of apostrophes though it is a losing battle and what gets up my own personal nasal passages is the mis-use of commas around subordinate clauses and in lists.
If you have a list of A, B, C, D, and E there should be no comma before the "and" because, in a list, the commas represent "and"s – that's what they are, so it should be A, B, C, D and E (without the fourth comma).
But I think Americans have a different usage and the comma is correct in the US.
The abbreviation Mr for Mister should never have a full stop (i.e, Mr.) because the full stop represents an abbreviation as in etc. which has a full stop because the "etera" has been cut out. It's like the apostrophe in "don't" or "wasn't" – it shows there is a missing letter or letters.
People lament the change wrought in the language by the arrival of text messaging.
But who cares?
Shakespeare wrote in what was virtually a foreign language.
Chaucer certainly bloody well did.
Even some of the Victorian novelists are a bit heavy-going nowadays.
The English language is constantly changing, which is what makes it so vibrant.
I worked in Prague in the mid-1990s, writing scripts for TV voice-overs to read in Czech – a neat trick, as I did not speak, write nor understand Czech. The scripts were translated into Czech and I then had to direct the recording of the Czech-language voice-overs – giving the TV announcers direction on intonation and suchlike – another neat trick.
On several occasions, the translator came back to me and said: "I can't translate this exactly, because I can't translate the nuance. Czech has fewer words than English and I can't translate what I know you want to say."
It is like the (apparently untrue) story that Eskimos (sorry, Inuits) have 30-odd words for "snow" and we have only five or six.
English is a wonderful language because it is so rich but also because it is so fast-changing. And long may it continue to be so.
Language is about communication not rules.
According to an Oxford University professor who has seen her original manuscripts, Jane Austen was shit at grammar and crap at spelling. I happen to think she wrote dull novels as well (apart from Emma). Others disagree with me on that. But she is an example that great writers are about ideas not linguistic rules.
Grammar and punctuation can be 'cleaned up' by a sub-editor.
Clear ideas are what matter.
Now, if only someone could come up with a word to replace the valuable lost meaning of "gay"…
What a great word was lost there…
I am sure Jane Austen used it.
Filed under Writing
Tagged as American, anarchy, blog, british, Chaucer, Czech, dictionary, Dr Johnson, English, Franglais, French, Google, grammar, Jane Austen, language, meaning, Shakespeare, spelling, words, writing
Nov 1, 2011 · 9:50 am
Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow… No, it's not about the death of Steve Jobs. It's about the death of my father.
(This blog was also published in the Huffington Post)
Yesterday, there were reports of how Apple boss Steve Jobs died, as told by his sister:
"His tone was affectionate, dear, loving, but like someone whose luggage was already strapped onto the vehicle, who was already on the beginning of his journey, even as he was sorry, truly deeply sorry, to be leaving us. He looked into his children's eyes as if he couldn't unlock his gaze…
"His breathing changed. It became severe, deliberate, purposeful. I could feel him counting his steps again, pushing farther than before. This is what I learned: he was working at this, too. Death didn't happen to Steve, he achieved it.
"His breath indicated an arduous journey, some steep path, altitude. He seemed to be climbing. But with that will, that work ethic, that strength, there was also sweet Steve's capacity for wonderment, the artist's belief in the ideal, the still more beautiful later.
"Steve's final words, hours earlier, were monosyllables, repeated three times. Before embarking, he'd looked at his sister Patty, then for a long time at his children, then at his life's partner, Laurene, and then over their shoulders past them.
"Steve's final words were: 'Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow."
I remember my father's death, ten years ago, in June 2001. It was the same but different. You might want to re-read the description of Steve Jobs' death after you finish reading what is below.
The day my father died I had been staying out at my parents' bungalow in Clacton, on the Essex coast but, that afternoon, I was in London for my own two-hour medical check-up at King's Cross. London was sweltering in extraordinarily hot weather but, inside the building, it was cool and relaxing.
I sent an e-mail to my friend Lynn:
"After my check-up, the doctors told me I am getting into the start of being dangerously overweight and very slightly too cholesterolly. I do wonder if it was really necessary for the short Chinese gent to put his finger up my bottom to test for prostate cancer. Surely there must be another way to do this or was he just 'avin' a larf? After all, this is the 21st century; we landed men on the moon last century."
The rest of this blog is what I wrote in my diary the next day, a decade ago:
Tuesday 26th June 2001
I phoned my mother around 6.00pm and she told me that, when she had visited my father in the afternoon, there had been no response to anything she said. His eyes were open but staring ahead.
"I think he was drugged up to the eyeballs," she told me. "I don't think he's in any pain."
Later, the matron told me the medication he was on was not that strong and that they had not given him a daytime tablet to avoid making him zombie-like.
At around 8.30pm, I was mowing the grass on my front garden. The matron phoned me on my mobile to tell me my father had deteriorated very badly and I arranged to leave at 10.00pm, to get to the nursing home around 11.30pm, telling my mother I was getting home at 1.00am and not to wait up for me. I was going to see how he was as 11.30pm and decide what to do.
The matron rang back at 9.30pm to tell me the doctor had just been and said my father only had four to five hours left before he died, so I went immediately, told my mother I had been phoned by the matron and asked if she want to go to the home to see my father.
She said (quite rightly) No, with a sad, tired, tone to her voice, and I phoned her just after 11.05pm when I had gone in and seen my father briefly. I suggested my mother take her two nightly sleeping tablets and go to bed and I would stay with my father all night and phone her at 7.00pm when she got up. She knew it was terminal because she had told me where the undertaker was. There was some surprise in her voice when I phoned her:
"Is he still here?" she asked.
When I had arrived, the night sister Shirley warned me he had deteriorated a lot since my mother had seen him in the afternoon and she warned me "his eyes are open".
The first thing that shocked me when the door was opened, though, was the sound. I had never realised the words 'death rattle' were anything more than a colourful phrase. But they are an exact description. I had also thought it was a brief final sound rather than an ongoing sound.
It was a rhythmic, rasping sound.
His face was side-lit in the darkened room by a yellow-cream glow from a bedside table lamp sitting not on a table but on the floor of the room with old-fashioned floral wallpaper. It was lit like a Hammer horror movie of the late 1950s in slightly faded Technicolor.
His bed was behind the door and when I saw him lying there on his back in bed I was shocked again because his face was like Edvard Munch's painting The Scream.
His false teeth were out, so his mouth was abnormally small considering it was open to its fullest extent, the skin between his upper lip and nose seemed wider than normal; and there was an indented line on his nose between his nostrils which, in profile, made him look like he had two noses.
He was lying on his back staring straight up at the ceiling with wide open, unblinking eyes as if he was shocked by something he saw on the ceiling. His head was tilted back slightly from his torso as if his head had been dropped into the soft pillow from a great height.
This tilted-back head, the shocked eyes, the open mouth all combined to make it look like he was frozen in a silent scream yet the sound coming out was a death rattle from his throat, as the air mattress beneath him made discreet little isolated cracking sounds presumably caused by the slight movements as his body made the rattling rasping breathing and his distended stomach rose and fell under the bedclothes.
The rattle was like a machine breathing through a very slightly echoey plastic tube partially blocked by air bubbles in water. I wondered if he was dead already, inside. It was as if his brain or heart must be telling his throat and chest to desperately gasp for air even though they knew it was pointless.
Towards the end, the rattle became less pronounced as the sound of the breaths within the rattle became slightly more human.
Towards the very end, the rattle slowly died out and human light breathing returned, getting gentler and gentler as the life ebbed away. When the breathing ended, I pressed the buzzer for night sister Shirley.
When she arrived, there was some slight breathing again, but only for 40 or 60 seconds. For perhaps the last 15 seconds of his life, his mouth – until now rigidly open – partially closed then reopened three times, then his eyes slowly closed, his mouth partially closed and reopened twice more and he was dead, his eyes closed and mouth open. It was 00.35am and 22 seconds on Wednesday morning. I had arrived at about 11.03pm.
After he died, I went downstairs to the nursing home office with Shirley, whose father-in-law had died in the same room – Room 11 – of the same disease. I then went back up to the room where my father lay for 15 or 20 seconds during which time there were a couple of tiny surreal flashes through the window from the outside world.
When I went outside to my car, the black sky was flashing white with lightning. Every few seconds, the whole night-time sky was silently flashing white with increasing – but still silent – violence. On the drive back to my parents' bungalow in Great Clacton, the flashes became whiter and more frequent and the thunder sound arrived. On the drive beside their front garden, small surreal white specks were being blown across the tarmac. When I got out of the car at my parents' – now my mother's – house, there was a neon-like flash of vertical lightning and a sound of rustling which continued for 60 or 90 seconds.
I took my bags inside the bungalow and then the rain started. Torrential rain thundering on the streets and windows and roof. Violent and angry rain.
It all struck me as unfathomably dramatic. My father's death… then immediately the heavens in turmoil… then strong winds… then thunder crashes and angry, violent rain… As if the heavens, in turmoil, were protesting.
It reminded me of Julius Caesar.
I looked up the quote later:
There is one within,
Besides the things that we have heard and seen,
Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.
A lioness hath whelped in the streets;
And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead;
Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds,
In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol;
The noise of battle hurtled in the air,
Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan,
And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
My father was a very ordinary man. Yet it was like the heavens were protesting.
Filed under Health, Philosophy
Tagged as Apple, cancer, Clacton, death, father, Julius Caesar, oh wow, prostate, rattle, Shakespeare, Steve Jobs
Other creatures' lives: Charlie Chuck and Elsie the duck who sits on his head
Yesterday, I drove up to Leicestershire to take photographs of comedian Charlie Chuck with his ducks. Well, they are not his ducks. They are his girlfriend's ducks.
It is not a quiet nor a simple life having 21 ducks, two dogs, an occasional fox and Charlie Chuck in your back garden. Because they have to be mostly kept apart for safety reasons.
There are four females ducks, four very large males and 13 newly-born ducklings.
The four males have to be kept separate to stop them leaping on the four females, grabbing them violently by the back of their necks and making what Shakespeare almost called the duck with two backs.
The four females and 12 ducklings can be left to roam but need careful shepherding in case they make a bolt for the wrought-iron side gate and, from there, the front garden and road.
And then there is Elsie.
Elsie was a sickly duckling, excluded from the family nest which was in a large wooden dog house. She was tended by Charlie Chuck's girlfriend's grown-up son and has bonded with him and humans not ducks. She does not like water except to drink. She refuses to swim. And, if she goes outside when the other ducklings are around, they attack her. But she will settle on human shoulders – especially Charlie Chuck's – like a miniature would-be pirate's parrot.
And on his head.
If no human is available, she will follow the nearest mother substitute available – usually Billy the Jack Russell dog belonging to Charlie Chuck's girlfriend. Of a night-time, Elsie would ideally like to sleep with Billy the Jack Russell dog, but Billy does not want this, so he tries to avoid the arrangement by running away, resulting in a regular circular chase round a tree in the back garden, with Billy pursued by Elsie in the twilight.
And then there is Charlie Chuck's dog Ollie the collie who never barks at home but who does when he visits Charlie Chuck's girlfriend's home and hears Billy the Jack Russell dog bark.
And then there is the occasional fox, kept at bay at night by Charlie Chuck's girlfriend's grown-up son with a catapult in an upstairs window.
And then there is Charlie Chuck.
At home, the books on Charlie Chuck's bookshelf include all the children's stories written by C.S.Lewis, the autobiography I Stole Freddie Mercury's Birthday Cake by Malcolm Hardee (he drowned) and The Paranormal: A Bishop Investigates by theologian Hugh Montefiore who was born a Sephardic Jew but who became the Church of England's Bishop of Birmingham 1977-1987. He (Montefiore) converted to Christianity as a 16-year-old schoolboy when he had a vision of Christ while sitting in his study at Rugby school.
Jesus was a Jew who never converted to Christianity.
It can be a complicated world.
There are pictures of Charlie Chuck with Elsie the duck on my Facebook page here.
Filed under Books, Comedy, Religion
Tagged as beast with two backs, Birmingham, bishop, bishop investigates, C of E, C S Lewis, Charlie Chuck, Christ, Church of England, collie, dog, duck, fox, Hugh Montefiore, I Stole Freddie Mercury's Birthday Cake, Jack Russell, Jesus, Jew, Leicestershire, Malcolm hardee, paranormal, Rugby, school, Sephardic, Shakespeare
Jul 3, 2011 · 10:37 am
Ian Hinchliffe: "You'll never work here again" – Never any point asking WHY!
It is not often that a celebration of someone's life includes a tribute by a belly dancer, four people smashing wine glasses with small hammers and two people with blood capsules in their mouths eating beer glasses with the result that apparent glass and blood spews down onto the stage, but Ian Hinchliffe was the sort of performance artist/comic/artist/musician/absurdist in whose memory this seemed an almost understated tribute.
Ian drowned while fishing on a lake in Arkansas on 3rd December last year.
An obituary written by his friends said he "was a performer who could bring a sense of menace, unpredictability and a surreal/absurd humour into any creative arena, unrivalled by any other artist of his time."
He was indisputably – and perhaps again this understates the reality – mad, bad and dangerous to know.
Roger Ely was a friend and occasional co-performer. He organised yesterday's six-hour event Ian Hinchliffe: The Memorial at Beaconsfield arts studio in London. As part of his tribute, Roger said Ian was "one of the most loveable people and one of the most difficult people" he had ever met. "He could be an evil sod," he added, but one who created occasional "pieces of genius".
Writer and performer Jim Sweeney was too Ill to be there yesterday, but sent a tribute saying: "He was the best of drunks and he was the worst of drunks."
Dave Stephens is now a sculptor but was originally a performance artist often credited as an early forerunner of alternative comedy. He said that, in the early days performing with Ian, the routine was to "go down the pub, get pissed and see what happens".
There were colourful reminiscences aplenty, including a tale of furniture being thrown out of a pub window and, when people went in to discover why, they found Ian with porridge coming out of his trousers because he was simulating an abortion.
I only met Ian a handful of times but, when I got chatting to Lois Keidan who was Director of Live Arts at the ICA in the 1990s, she told me he had once set fire to his own foot there. Why he did that she had no idea. But Why was perhaps always an unnecessary and unanswerable question in Ian Hinchliffe's life.
Lois also told me a story about police going into the Riverside Studios in Hammersmith and saying to the staff: "There's a man outside doing strange things in the roadworks."
"Oh," the police were told, "that's just Ian Hinchliffe. It's art."
The police, to do them justice, apparently accepted this answer though exactly what "strange things" he was doing remain lost in the mists of anecdote.
At Beaconsfield yesterday, Simon Miles and Pete Mielniczek did a tribute performance in which a small plastic skull, perhaps not irrelevantly, quoted those famous lines from the Scottish play…
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
The indomitable Tony Green told a true story about Ian Hinchliffe performing at the Lyric Theatre, Hammersmith and, not for the first time, Ian was naked. He got hold of a chair and cut about three inches off one of its legs so it was unstable. He then got a broom handle and broke it in half. He managed to stuff about six inches of it up his arsehole, leaving half a broom handle protruding. He then balanced a full pint of beer on the chair, put both hands on the sides of the chair, leant forward so that his genitalia were in the pint of beer and lifted his feet off the ground so he was balancing.
"You'll never work here again," he was told afterwards.
I presume the Lyric Theatre, Hammersmith was not the first venue to have told him that.
There is a YouTube video of Ian Hinchliffe performing in 1990 here.
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Jun 10, 2011 · 9:22 am
The Welsh language is just plain silly and is a clear sign of national insecurity
So, tell me, what is the point of having a blog if you can't write bigoted pieces based on truth, half-truths and misunderstandings?
For the last couple of days, I have been staying on Cardigan Bay in West Wales.
When you walk in the streets and go into shops in Cardigan – or Aberteifi as it is now pointlessly half-re-named – people are sometimes speaking Welsh not English to each other. It was not until I worked in Ireland that I started to think the propagation of the Welsh language is ridiculously pointless.
If a language is dead, let it die. If it is still alive, it will survive without heavy-handed insistence that it must be used.
What is very relevant to this blog is the fact I am Scottish not English. Remember that my mother's grandmother did not speak English until, in her late teens I think, she came down from the hills. The image of my grandmother coming down from the hills is one a friend of mine finds peculiarly funny but, anyway, my mother's grandmother originally spoke Scots Gaelic as her native tongue, not English.
I once spent some time in the Outer Hebrides where I admired and was fascinated by how, in shops, people would speak to each other in sentences that meandered almost randomly between English and Gaelic words and phrases. They used whichever words and phrases came more naturally and fitted better. Sometimes the words were Gaelic, sometimes English; all within the same sentence.
I once had an interview for a job with Grampian Television in Aberdeen which basically transmitted to the Highlands while Scottish Television transmitted to the Lowlands. The conversation came round to starting a number of Gaelic-language programmes transmitted on Grampian (part of ITV) and on BBC Scotland. I said I thought it was silly because such a relatively small percentage of Scottish television viewers – by then almost entirely in the Western Isles with a small smattering in the Highlands – actually spoke Gaelic as their natural tongue.
The Grampian TV executive interviewing me was highly miffed.
"Ah! But you're English!" he said to me.
"I was born in Campbeltown and partly brought up in Aberdeen," I told him. "Where were you born?"
"London," he said.
I did not get the job.
Later, I did a lot of freelance work over many years for HTV in Cardiff – or Caerdydd as it is now pointlessly half-re-named. It's a bit like re-naming Saigon as Ho Chi Minh City when most of the inhabitants continue to call it Saigon.
As far as I remember, when I started working in South Wales, almost all the local signs were in English. I mean the road signs and the general retail shop signs.
At some point, almost imperceptibly, dual language signs started appearing, usually with the Welsh version first.
At around this time, or maybe a little later, there was an extended period where my full-time freelance work alternated between working for HTV in Cardiff and Tara TV in Dublin.
In Dublin, I could see old, rotting, rusting and ignored street signs in Irish Gaelic. All the current signs were in English. This was the period when the 'Celtic Tiger' was on the rise and the Irish Republic had re-discovered its self-confidence.
It is very relevant that I was once sitting in an edit suite at Windmill Lane Studios in Dublin, directing a trailer for an RTE television programme which included an interview in which someone said a couple of sentences in Irish Gaelic.
"What did he say?" I asked the Irish videotape editor sitting with me.
"No idea," he told me.
We had three other Irish people come into the suite. None of them knew what the Gaelic words meant. They had all had to 'learn' Gaelic at school but, just like British schoolkids who do five years of French at school, they could not speak and could barely understand the language because it was bugger-all use to them in everyday life.
It was at this time – alternating my time sometimes one week here/ one week there/ one week here/ one week there between Cardiff and Dublin – that I began to think the Welsh language was just plain silly.
It was silly because it was a mostly dead language being revived and imposed by a clique on a predominantly non-Welsh-speaking population.
One week, I returned to Cardiff from Dublin to find that the local Tesco store had changed all its signs to dual-language Welsh and English signs. Someone (Welsh) told me in near-disbelief that all the signs at the Tesco store in Abergavenny, where she lived, had also been changed.
"I swear to God, no-one bloody speaks Welsh in Abergavenny!" she told me.
By the time I stopped working at HTV, Lloyds Bank was calling itself Banc Lloyds (it has since re-re-branded itself simply as Lloyds TSB) and other shops and businesses were doing the same: making up their own names in Welsh. Mostly, I suspect, they were English companies trying to be politically correct and liberal, much like that English executive at Grampian TV trying to be so 'right-on'.
Shortly before Tesco started changing its signs to dual-language Welsh & English, I had been on holiday to Cambodia and, in Phnom Penh, there was a street of hovels and shacks which were all English language 'schools'. At that time, no-one had any money and there was a very real possibility that the homicidally extreme Khmer Rouge might regain power in the next month or two. But, as in almost all other parts of the world, people wanted to learn English because it was and is the 'international' language. If you are an outward-looking country with outward-looking thoughts, you learn English.
My understanding is that, after most of Ireland gained independence from Britain in the early 1920s (let us not get into any pedantic details of dates in Ireland: it will all end in many tears and much wailing), the republicans who ran the country wanted to encourage self-confidence and national pride.
So they called the new country Eire instead of Ireland, painted the red pillar boxes green, changed a few of the royal crests on stone buildings to harps and tried to get everyone to speak Gaelic. The country rotted in inward-looking isolation for decades, admittedly not helped by the fact successive UK governments had every reason to dislike American-born Eamon de Valera and his blindly Brit-hating chums.
But, by the time I worked in Dublin in the mid and late 1990s, the Irish Republic had regained its self-confidence and, although civil servants had to know Gaelic, the English language had taken over all everyday usage except in the extreme west of the country. The few Irish language signs in Dublin were faded and/or rusting.
Irish, like Scots Gaelic, was then and is now effectively a dead language naturally spoken by few people. Though long may they speak Gaelic in Ireland and Scotland. I have nothing against the natural rise and fall of any – indeed, all – languages.
But I am told by Welsh friends that, except in the West and sparsely-populated central highlands of Wales, the Welsh language had pretty-much died out by the late 19th century.
It was re-imposed rather than re-grew in Wales in the late 20th century.
My memory is that extreme Welsh nationalists got publicity in English newspapers by setting off some minor explosions and burning down occasional second homes owned by ordinary English people in Wales.
Then some second-rate people who could not get jobs in media, politics and the local civil service had the bright idea of looking to what their USP was – they could speak Welsh – and they pushed for Welsh-language TV programmes, an entire Welsh TV channel and the use of the Welsh language in the local civil service because, that way, they would have a positive advantage in getting jobs.
The Welsh language was, to an extent, partially revived not by natural growth and usage but by xenophobia and the self-interest of a small clique.
Yes, that's a very personal view of what happened, but not necessarily totally untrue.
English politicians, frightened of alienating the Welsh, went along with it for electoral gain and you now have a country where people have a TV channel – S4C – which most of them don't understand and dual-language signs only half of which most understand – the English language half.
While the rest of the world was moving towards internationally-understood English, a group of self-serving xenophobes in Wales (where English was already established) were pushing for the renewed use of a mostly-dead language known only by some in Wales and nowhere else except some obscure area of Patagonia.
Looking inwards in an increasingly international world is not a good idea. An insistence on trying to spread the Welsh language more widely in Wales is not a sign of national identity. It is a sign of national insecurity.
Right or wrong, that's my viewpoint. Like I said at the start, What is the point of having a blog if you can't write bigoted pieces based on truth, half-truths and misunderstandings?
Oh – Abergavenny has now been pointlessly half-re-named Y Fenni.
Really! Give me a break, chaps or – as Google Translate claims that would be said in Welsh – yn rhoi i mi egwyl, chaps.
What sort of sensible language doesn't have a word for "chaps"?
Dim sense.
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Write it as Art, sell it as baked beans… How to publicise stage shows, movies, books, TV and Shakespeare
Sit back, relax and have a cup of tea.
Throughout my life, whenever I've been asked what I do, I have never been able to give any understandable answer because the truth is I've really just bummed around doing overlapping this, that and sometimes the other.
One thing I used to do was review and write feature articles about movies, so I saw previews a week or a month before the films were released, having read little or nothing at all about them.
I saw them 'cold' as they were structured to be seen.
That blissful ignorance happened again last night with the movie The Adjustment Bureau. I had read nothing at all about it. I knew it starred Matt Damon, was based on a short story by Philip K Dick (who wrote the stories on which Blade Runner, Total Recall and Minority Report were based) and, on the poster, Matt Damon and a girl in a red dress were running away from people chasing them in a city.
So last night I saw The Adjustment Bureau cold and thought it was a fascinating film – quite often totally doolally, but fascinating. It is severely weird for a commercial film and it is well worth seeing.
But the poster bears no relation at all to the basic content of the movie – to the extent that it even implies The Adjustment Bureau is in one particular type of movie genre when it is actually a totally different movie genre (I don't want to give it away).
So that's an example of a misleading movie poster successfully attempting to get bums on seats. It's a potentially counter-productive strategy because word-of-mouth soon gets round.
I'm interested because another thing I did – for over twenty plus years – was make on-screen TV promotions – 'trailers'.
I was a writer or producer or director or writer-producer or writer-director or whatever it took a company's fancy to call the job.
So I am interested in how creative products are 'sold' to the audience.
A couple of days ago, someone asked me about their 40-word show entry for the Edinburgh Fringe Programme.
My advice was the same advice I give on anything creative.
Write it as Art.
Sell it as baked beans.
If the content is high quality in itself, it won't be demeaned by a tabloid headline type of publicity.
There's nothing wrong with being populist.
The opposite of popular is unpopular.
The creative work itself is what you want people to read, hear or see. It can be as subtle and/or as sophisticated as you want. Publicity is another matter. Publicity is like someone standing outside, in a busy street, with lots of other audio distractions, yelling through a megaphone to try to get people to notice you and your creation exist.
If it fails, no-one will see what you have struggled to create. So don't knock it.
If you are in Piccadilly Circus or the High Street in Edinburgh amid 150 other people yelling about what they've done, then you need to be loud to be heard and you need to wear bright colours to be seen.
I've also written books. In standard publishing contracts, the author gets total control over the text inside a book – the publisher cannot change it without the author's permission. But the publisher has total contractual control over the design of and text on the cover. There is a reason for this.
What is inside the book is the artistic creation you want people to experience. What is on the cover is advertising and promotion aimed at intriguing potential readers into picking up and buying the book and its unknown content.
Publicity is persuading as many people as possible to buy an invisible pig inside a bag.
In its own way, it is equally creative. But it is different.
Content is a different form of creativity from publicity.
In television, the last thing you want is for a director to make the promotion for his own TV programme. The result is almost always shit. For one thing, he or she is too close to it to be objective. Also, he or she may be able to make a great 30 or 60 or 90 minute TV programme, but, trust me, he or she knows bugger all about selling a programme to the viewer in 20 seconds in the middle of other promos amid forests of £500,000 adverts for soap powder, cars and insurance companies.
There is a difference between creating something which will give a pastel-wearing theorist at the Arts Council a creative hard-on and creating something which will get people en masse to pay out money and/or spend time to read-hear-watch it.
Repetition is also not always bad.
There is nothing wrong with populism.
'Populist' is just a word meaning 'popular' made up by people who can't create anything popular themselves and want to save their egos by trying to seem culturally superior.
Shakespeare was never less than populist.
Macbeth was written by Shakespeare because the new English King James I was actually King James VI of Scotland who was interested in witchcraft and the supernatural. So what better way to suck up to the new King and revived public interest in the supernatural than to write a Scottish play with witches and ghosts in it? And bung in death, destruction, gore and swearing.
The best Shakespeare film I have ever seen is Baz Luhrmann's movie William Shakespeare's Romeo + Juliet – a movie so untraditional and in-yer-face that, the first time you see it, it takes about five minutes to adjust to the OTT style.
The second best Shakespeare film I have ever seen is Roman Polanski's Macbeth, financed by Playboy magazine, with Lady Macbeth nude in the sleepwalking scene and awash with more blood than the Colosseum on a bad day for Christians. It was the first film Polanski directed after his wife Sharon Tate was butchered.
I'm sure Shakespeare would have loved both movies because they are real audience pleasers. Once you get people in and watching, you can communicate any in-depth piece of philosophical seriousness you want.
Reverting to my chum who wrote 40 words on their Edinburgh Fringe show… The first version was ineffective because it described the plot rather than push the unique selling points of the show.
I asked: "Don't tell me what's IN it, tell me what it's ABOUT."
You want to say what it is ABOUT – what made you want to create the thing in the first place. And that, in fact, is how to promote bad productions too.
My rule of thumb in TV promotions was never to mislead or lie about a programme to the audience. If it was shit, I tried to figure out what the original concept was that got the producer, director and cast keen to make it.
No-one intends to create a shit book, play, comedy show, TV series, movie or whatever.
In promoting anything, part of what you want to communicate is whatever made the people involved keen to create it in the first place. If the audience can be interested in the concept as much as the failed creators originally were, then you may get an audience and they won't feel too let down because what they have been told is there actually IS there. Even if it's not very good.
If the creative product is good – as The Adjustment Bureau is – then that's even better.
Pity their poster was so misleading.
Of course, some things are so shit, the only thing to do is to get in and get out fast before the word-of-mouth gets round.
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"My name is Ozymandias, comic of comics"… maybe
I will need incontinence pads soon.
I thought I'd blogged somewhere before about my theory that most comedians are a combination of masochist and psychopath… and then I thought maybe I hadn't. And then I was sure I had, but I couldn't find it. And then I did here. Clearly my memory is going. Not that it was ever very good. I'm sure this Coalition Attacking Libya semi-war thing has happened before. Several times. After a while, all post-Korean wars seem to merge into one.
On my Facebook page a few days ago, I mentioned a Sunday Mail interview with the immensely talented Scots comedian and magician Jerry Sadowitz.
In 1995, when the late Malcolm Hardee was writing his autobiography I Stole Freddie Mercury's Birthday Cake, I asked him: "Who is the most talented comedian who has not yet made it?"
He immediately said: "Jerry Sadowitz".
Or, in fact, "Gerry Sadowitz" because, at that time, I think Jerry was still (as far as we could see fairly randomly) alternating between billing himself as Gerry Sadowitz and Jerry Sadowitz.
In the Sunday Mail interview, it was claimed Jerry predicted he will die penniless and lonely and described himself as a failure who had struggled to find work since his last television series almost a decade ago. It sounded pretty downbeat.
Though, in fact, he can fill large theatres, is very highly regarded by the media and, as the Sunday Mail pointed out, he has been voted one of the greatest stand up comedians of all time.
On my Facebook page, one reaction to the interview, from bubbly comedienne Charmian Hughes, was:
"Yes, failure is a strangely seductive and addictive mistress – so much safer and predictable than the vagaries of success. You know where you are when you think you are not going anywhere!"
I agree. I have seen several performers blow their chance of success. It's as if they have struggled for so long that they know they can deal with failure, disappointment and rejection, but success is a great – and therefore a dangerous and very frightening – unknown. The pain of rejection is like a release of acid in the stomach and, once you know you can survive it, like all strong physical feelings, it can become addictive.
It is something I think I have noticed in a lot of stand-up comics – perhaps it's something in all performers. There is this inner, outgoing, self-confident need to show-off combined with a sometimes almost paralysing self-doubt.
This can manifest itself in two areas.
One is publicity where the effervescent, outgoing performer is so fearful of being hurt by criticism that they want to hide inside a bag inside a wardrobe inside a cave in a vast impenetrable mountain range. I've been involved with more than one performer who refused to do interviews or any publicity which would expose even the most general details of their private self to any public view.
The other area is even more extreme – career self-harm – and it is epitomised, let's say, by former punk rocker Johnny Rotten walking off I'm a Celebrity – Get Me Out of Here! when it became crystal clear he was going to win it. Anyone who knows the comedy business will be able to remember an exact parallel on another TV reality show involving a successful comic on his way up.
I once chatted to that comedian and said, quite honestly though perhaps a tad insensitively, that I did not know why he had not been picked up by TV producers in the past.
"It could be," he suggested, "that I have a tendency to tell them they're cunts."
"That would probably do it," I had to agree.
It is the conflict between wanting to perform yet being phenomenally over-sensitive and the fear of failure.
Charmian Hughes admits, "I have done a couple of self-saboteuring things in my life. One was not returning the call of a BBC Radio One producer who came up to me after a show and asked me to write for her before that was a fashionable Radio One thing. I pretended it wasn't my thing artistically but, of course, inside I was afraid I would be shit at it. The result was I slammed that door in my own face."
Another comic told me:
"It's like a knot in the pit of your stomach. The fear. You know you're going to go up there alone on stage and they may hate you. Not your material. It's not like doing Shakespeare or Alan Ayckbourn where you are an actor in a play. They see the comic up there on stage telling jokes and it is you. Just you. If they hate you, it is because they hate you for yourself. You have to get up on stage to get the attention you want but, at the same time, the last thing you want is attention. You want to be in the spotlight and you want to hide and both emotions are inside you simultaneously.
"That's what the problem with publicity is. You want everyone in the whole world to know who you are and to reassure you that you are brilliant and better than anyone else. But, at the same time, you don't want anyone to know who you are: you want to run away and hide, because you are just a little kid standing up there alone, afraid that you will get told off and you are on the brink of crying inside. It's like a physical knot inside your stomach."
Charmian Hughes says:
"I remember a kind of exuberant horror at what I was doing and feeling quite angry with the people who wanted to promote me which quickly turned to self pity when they then didn't. It takes a lot of personal untangling. Of course, all that was in extremis and I would recognise it immediately now… maybe!"
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Like S. seminulina but more spherical and tightly coiled test and with longer primary aperture. (with supplementary apertures becomes S. dehiscens).
Like S. seminulina but somewhat compressed trochospiral test with >3 chambers in final whorl.
Intermediate between G. woodi and S. seminulina, test thickened but without cortex.
Taxonomic discussion: Banner and Blow (1959) erected Sphaeroidinellopsis for globigerine-like forms possessing a trochospiral test, globular chambers, no supplementary aperture in the adult, and a heavy, smooth, and shiny cortex with perforations. The genus Sphaeroidinellopsis closely resembles Sphaeroidinella Cushman, but the latter is distinguished by its supplementary sutural apertures in the adult.
Parker (1967) and Jenkins (1971) considered Sphaeroidinellopsis to be synonymous with Sphaeroidinella because of close similarities between the two genera. Bé (1965) and Bandy et al. (1967) regarded the genera Sphaeroidinellopsis and Sphaeroidinella to be bathypelagic, isomorphic growth forms of at least two different species of Globigerinoides. They did not consider them to be distinct species within their own right.
The concepts of the genera Sphaeroidinellopsis and Sphaeroidinella employed here are essentially those proposed by Banner and Blow (1959). Sphaeroidinella is derived from Sphaeroidinellopsis in the earliest Pliocene (Blow, 1959, 1969; Lamb and Beard, 1972; Salvatorini and Cita, 1979; Srinivasan and Kennett, 1981b).
Most likely ancestor: Globigerina - at confidence level 3 (out of 5). Data source: Kennett & Srinivasan 1983 f23 (based on evolution of S. disjuncta from G. woodi).


Eprom - Metahuman. Vinyl LP. Bleep.
Eprom presents his debut album 'Metahuman'. Inspired by psychedelic envisioning's of the future; its roots are in hip hop, yet shoots out through the various areas of dance music. Set across twelve tracks, 'Metahuman' is a bold musical statement aimed squarely at the floor, as well as at more restrained moments. Eprom use powerful mood-setting atmospherics, chopped-up hip hop vocal samples, saturated synth melodies and deep bass minimalism.


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Chris Pozniak né le  à Cracovie en Pologne, est un joueur international canadien de soccer qui joue au poste de défenseur.

Biographie

Carrière en club

Carrière internationale

Chris Pozniak obtient sa première sélection en entrant en cours de jeu contre Haïti lors du premier match des canadiens dans la Gold Cup de 2002, le Canada finira d'ailleurs à la .

Par la suite, il est encore convié à la Gold Cup en 2003, 2005, 2007 et 2009.

Palmarès

 Troisième de la Gold Cup 2002

Liens externes

Joueur de soccer international canadien
Joueur du Lynx de Toronto
Joueur de l'Örebro SK
Joueur du FK Haugesund
Joueur du Toronto FC
Joueur des Whitecaps de Vancouver
Joueur du Dundee FC
Joueur du Bryne FK
Entraîneur canadien de soccer
Naissance en janvier 1981
Naissance à Cracovie