been watching too much tele, and i’ve noted a tendency in the output peddled by rupert murdoch – particularly in his ‘sci-fi’ channels – towards panicky apocalyptic scenarios. obviously this has been a trend with sci-fi from the moment it began (with the bible?) but coming from murdoch there seems to be a horrible symmetry across his investments, profiteering and manipulations.
Critics are like horse-flies which hinder the horses in their ploughing of the soil. The muscles of the horse are as taut as fiddle-strings, and suddenly a horse-fly alights on its croup, buzzing and stinging. The horse’s skin quivers, it waves its tail. What is the fly buzzing about? It probably doesn’t know itself. It simply has a restless nature and wants to make itself felt — “I’m alive, too, you know!” it seems to say. “Look, I know how to buzz, there’s nothing I can’t buzz about!” I’ve been reading reviews of my stories for twenty-five years, and can’t remember a single useful point in any of them, or the slightest good advice. The only reviewer who ever made an impression on me was Skabichevsky, who prophesied that I would die drunk in the bottom of a ditch.
Anton Chekhov Quoted by Maxim Gorky in “Anton Chekhov,” On Literature.
Nothing has changed so little in the course of the last 5,000 years of history as the balance. At the time of the Cyclopes, in Greece and Carthage, in mighty Persia that was felled by the blows of Alexander of Macedon – – everywhere , at all times and in all spaces, the most universal and indispensable machine has been the balance. Balances are as old as weapons, and it may be that they are one and the same – – what is a balance but a sword from a battle , laid across the crest of a rock, so the victors can divide up the booty with justice?
Andrei Platonov, Happy Moscow
‘In alchemy, putrefaction is the same as fermentation – a substance is allowed to rot or decompose undisturbed. In some cases, the commencement of the process is facilitated with a small sample of the desired material to act as a “seed” (rather lazily taken off wikipedia)
and so balance can be an attempt to prevent transformation, the moving of one state to another
on a personal note, my first reaction to reading the gibberish foisted on ‘art lovers’ was out and out horror, and now i simply loath it. i’m sure there are persons gathering grand collections of this nonsense but i just can’t find it funny. it’s an elitist vernacular designed to remove active purpose from language (or is that art, or life in general…). ho hum.