LYRICS

The applications are to blameAll the people do all dayIs stare into a phone (Placebo, Too Many people)

“Take nothing but memories, leave nothing but footprints!” (Chief Seattle)

When rock stars were myths (Sandi Thom, I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker)

Machines were mice and men were lions once upon a time, Now that it's the opposite it's twice upon a time (Moondog)

Time is an illusion (Einstein)

Thursday 23 May 2019

Combination of the Two (5)


“I know you, Lauzier”; the French Algerian who’s satirical Tranches de Vie appeared in Pilote in the 70s – or alongside western artist Alexis (Pictorial 44)

I knew his talent for acerbic wit, seemingly against both the bourgeoisie and “les babas cool” or trendy lefty hippy druggy flower communes. In subsequent years he took his talent to films, most famously in Mon Pere, Ce Heros with Gerard Depardieu (1992). The version with Marie Gillain, not to be confused with the English language version (also with Depardieu). It can only be seen in French, trust me.

Having been aware of his seminal bande desinnee Souvenirs d’un Jeune Homme, this became the film P’tit Con (stupid jerk) with Guy Marchand and Souad Amidou playing the Algerian love interest (1984). Since Mon Pere, Ce Heros is set in an Algerian beach resort, there is a connection between the two.

It’s sort of the less rule-bound and more communally chaotic spontaneity. Some of the scenes of Algerian street-life in P’tit Con could equally be Harlem, Spanish or black, there’s so little difference.

In our societies the same rules of competition apply across the board so –surprise surprise – we turn out similar types. One way to put it is that chaotic communal spontaneity has more of a Claude Levi-Strauss structure – predator, prey, intermediary Hyborian Bridge 59.

In P’tit Con street-life is guys and dolls and mopeds, maybe some gangs. Guy Marchand acts as the intermediary between predator and prey in that, even though he chases Souad Amidou with a view to a kill, even putting her up after her neighbours get surly, he doesn’t sleep with her for awhile. His reasons are something like he will when the time is right (that’s why he’s a con). So, it’s a typically French intellectual ride! Marchand is looking for meaning.

Meaning is also the theme of the other film. Fourteen year old Marie Gillain’s character meets a young scuba diver and to impress him starts weaving a fantasy life round her rotund dad. Some of the best scenes are of an Algerian evening band oozing smarm, Gillain dressing well and gliding round the floor, the rotund Depardieu in tow and scuba diver well and truly hooked.

The spontaneity of action in the Sea Breeze Algerian resort again is much less rule-bound and so much more lusty and freely expressed of desire and maybe carnality (she resists). There’s a touching scene as Depardieu casually offends a sweet thing then chases her sobbing through the dusky sand.

Les babas cool in P’tit Con are certainly less rule-based and Marchand is introduced to a threesome which he flunks out of. When Amidou arrives things liven up, and she has a good line debunking their Freudian pretensions on capital (like Godard inWeekend ).

Amidou wears hot-pants and a loose Arabesque kaftan that allows for a very expressive street vibe. In fact, the hippy garb of les babas cool makes their bawdy ways appear very natural, part of the scene. This made me think that sexuality in communal settings that are not capitalist and rule-based but more like matriarchal and patriarchal is an inevitable part of the physical actions of the household (and its corresponding psyche). Even if Lauzier makes sarcastic digs at the flower people, he prefers them to bourgeois.

In both films, the communal spontaneity produces the structure for the chase (predator, prey - a combination of spontaneity and structure.) Well, do birds do much else? Isn’t it true to say that the competitive rules we follow take us out of that area of spontaneous action?

So, is it true to say that spontaneity is structured in that naturalistic sense, that frees the instinctive actions? Mon Pere, Ce Heros reminds me a bit of Godard (Neptune) who uses myth in modern settings, more or less to subvert the too rational man of doubt and uncertainty (or the AI which runs Alphaville)

Myths are actions; they are structured (predator, prey, gods, man) but are outside the rule-bound society. In societies with a  mythical substratum, physical lustiness is employed in active pursuits – harvest festivals, trampling the grape, such earthy things as fulling (Hyborian Bridge 60), maypole dancing.

The structures of these societies are physical; in other words, related to the Earth’s rotation. Since a perspective reality is mathematical, not physical (C4) it could explain why in some sense we are all prisoners of “Newton’s knives”.

These were the shiny instruments he used in a dark box with a single light hole, to test the throwing of shadows and multiple “infractions” (refractions) of the beam against a white card. A shining knife is simply a thin mirror which reflects or refracts.

In the universe of the knife, everything is perspective – mathematical – whereas the physical reality is a relativity of proportions – sun, moon – to the Earth’s rotation. Acolytes will always tend to go for the mathematics of a case – as with Einstein’s Relativity – just because that is the universe they are in (“Alice”)

In other words, Einstein has become a prisoner of Newton’s knives, just because that universe is so attractive to acolytes who dabble in numbers. You could say anything  electromagnetic is also a prisoner of the knives since it is bound to be digital.

That universe is simply one that is constructed of perspective (light) and not structured by means of the Earth’s rotation (sun and moon).

A structured universe does not have rules, since they are products of order. It has physical action of physical needs (on Earth), primarily the chase (hunt), the search for a mate, homemaking and, with Man, the harvest.

This is why Howard’s brawny and lusty heroes and heroines are so true to the physical history of Man before we became prisoners of these very convincing knives of the sorcerer Newton (“Pets” Hyborian Bridge 56)

I noticed from this quote that Newton prefigured a parallel universe, which seems to show that it’s intrinsic to the phenomenon of light, not to the proportionate reality which is physically true to this Earth of myth.

And since Space is divisible in infinitum, and Matter is not necessarily in all places, it may be also allow'd that God is able to create Particles of Matter of several Sizes and Figures, and in several Proportions to Space, and perhaps of different Densities and Forces, and thereby to vary the Laws of Nature, and make Worlds of several sorts in several Parts of the Universe. At least, I see nothing of Contradiction in all this.

Not to put too fine a point on it bawdiness is completely to do with proportions and those of genitalia especially! Greek myths abound with incongruous pairings. In P’tit Con, Marchand finally gets together with Amidou and it doesn’t go to plan, the bodily mishap is typically bawdy. I wouldn’t say pornographic as nothing is visible (as CC Beck says Pictorial 4).

All the stuff about bodily fluids might just have something in common with Fulling Hyborian Bridge 60 The basic physicality of active pursuits that can be sexual or can be just productive. The two are not separated. The sorcerer Newton obviously takes all the physicality out of production (as we now see) and so sex becomes totally separated.

So, the film seems to portray an alternative to the cold-blooded capitalist dating game that seems to have pornographic outlets that are totally distinct from home and hearth (is that 50 Shades?) If that is actually a parallel reality, then there might be thought to be something puritanical in it that divorces us from the body.

You almost wonder if Freud is a consequence of that puritanical divorce that makes moral rules for the body! The sense I got from P’tit Con was that Marchand is almost pathologically in his head and that plays out as bawdy farce. For awhile he ends up in a sanatorium – is that the fate of modern Man in his pathological hygiene?


Rustic areas are intrinsically dirty, lusty and brawny and that is their strength. Our age of hygiene seems to be a consequence of sorcerers who have really created a universe of the head and not of the physique, or psyche. Myth.