Thursday, September 30, 2010

First Day of Class, or The Electric Fuzzy

The bell rings and you find yourself here.


Preface, wherein Bloomsday reveals the general subject of inquiry


According to the International Transactional Analysis Association, TA "is a theory of personality and a systematic psychotherapy for personal growth and personal change".
  1. As a theory of personality, TA describes how people are structured psychologically. It uses what is perhaps its best known model, the ego-state (Parent-Adult-Child) model to do this. This same model helps explain how people function and express their personality in their behavior
  2. It is a theory of communication that can be extended to the analysis of systems and organisations.
  3. It offers a theory for child development, by explaining how our adult patterns of life originated in childhood. This explanation is based on the idea of a "Life (or Childhood) Script": the assumption that we continue to re-play childhood strategies, even when this results in pain or defeat. Thus it claims to offer a theory of psychopathology
  4. In practical application, it can be used in the diagnosis and treatment of many types of psychological disorders, and provides a method of therapy for individuals, couples, families and groups.
  5. Outside the therapeutic field, it has been used in education, to help teachers remain in clear communication at an appropriate level, in counselling and consultancy, in management and communications training, and by other bodies.  (Wikipedia)

Episode 1: The Berne Convention, wherein Bloomsday poses a thesis.

The Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, usually known as the Berne Convention, is an international agreement governing
 copyright, which was first accepted in Berne,Switzerland in 1886.  The Berne Convention requires its signatories to recognize the copyright of works of authors from other signatory countries (known as members of the Berne Union) in the same way as it recognises the copyright of its own nationals. For example, French copyright law applies to anything published or performed in France, regardless of where it was originally created. (Wikipedia)

Article 15 (2) of the Berne Convention states:

(2) The person or body corporate whose name appears on a cinematographic work in the usual manner shall, in the absence of proof to the contrary, be presumed to be the maker of the said work.

Reference to Article 15 (2) appears almost subliminally in PT Anderson's 1999 film, Magnolia.  One of the film's many stories involves a brainy kid who pisses his pants on a gameshow.  At the gameshow's conclusion, the credits roll swiftly, unreadably, until their end where the following stays upon the screen for a second or two:

COPYRIGHT (C)MCMXCIX
BIG EARL PARTRIDGE PRODUCTIONS, INC.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

BIG EARL PARTRIDGE PRODUCTIONS, INC. IS THE AUTHOR OF THIS MOTION PICTURE FOR THE PURPOSES OF ARTICLE 15 (2) OF THE BERNE CONVENTION AND ALL NATIONAL LAWS GIVING EFFECT THERETO.


So now then.

The name of the "father" of Transactional Analysis, who broke with Freud's psycho-analysis, and supplanted it with the analysis of interpersonal transactions, is Eric Berne.  And what is Magnolia, if not a grand analysis of such transactions and Berne's theories?


Episode 2: The Electric Fuzzy, wherein Bloomsday elaborates on his experiences with T.A.


[work in progress]


Episode X: The facts about magnolia


I was chatting with an adversary/friend over lunch the other day, and he told me of an email he got from an old crush. He's married now, and unofficially expecting, and the note put him in a philisophical mood.

"At first I was freaked out, because I remember her being so important to me, like, I had to have her in my life, then it didn't happen and I suffered and now I'm someone else, anyway, and I realized that she's dead to me."
"Dead to you? Really?"
"We'll, yeah, you know, that was a totally different me. That life that I lived, those feelings...they're totally irreconcilable with who I am today."
"...and, therefore, she's DEAD to you?" I probed his thoughts on this, and came up with this assessment: he looks at his life like a series of isolated, compartmentalized lives; these many identities, over a life, become the constitutents of the whole. For him, childhood didn't overlap with adolescence; high school vs. college vs. law school provided sharp divisions of his concept of self; he has been born and died and born again with every love interest in his life.
I respond: "Just because life is made of different chapters, possibly written in different tongues, different styles, doesn't mean it ain't all part of the same book, asswipe. Whether you're inclined to see it this way or not, your life is linear and cumulative and all those "who I used to be's' are undeniably, honestly a part of 'who I am now.' Just because your psychological makeup allows you to make a clean start of things, push the past away to make room for the present and future, doesn't mean you don't have to reconcile and incorporate the 'used to be's' with/into the 'now.' I mean, do I really have to quote Magnolia in this Thai restaurant? We may be through with the past, but the past ain't through with us. You're a fucking enlightened traveller from the east, asshole. Why is it up to me to remind you of these things?" 
He concedes the correctness of my proposition. He always does. I conclude: "And don't start talking about people in your past as dead unless they actually are dead, for no other reason than they might actually die and then you'd feel bad, like you were somehow responsible for their deaths. Like I felt responsible for Ethyl Merman and Roy Orbison. I still feel bad about that."








One of the central mysteries of magnolia involves the three “unbelievable coincidence” tales that bracket the rest of the action. The film reveals to the audience these three bizarre stories in its prologue, suggesting that they will, somehow, inform us of a subtext for the plot to come: emotional breakdowns during a freak frog rain in the San Fernando Valley. But this has always been an unsatisfactory, if not dubious, explanation for the placement of the three coincidental tales. First, while a frog rain may be bizarre, it is not, strictly speaking, a coincidence. There is no meaningful or ironic intersection of events, unless you make some stretches, such as Dixon’s “good Lord bring the rain in” rap or the myriad Exodus 8:2 references coinciding with the frog rain later that day. But those are really products of Anderson’s narrative structure, and not integral to the tale of a frog rain, itself. We can say the same of similar coinciding events, such as Earl’s death, Linda’s foiled suicide, Donnie’s secret mission and Stanley’s epiphany. To call these events “coincidence” misapplies the term; they just all happen to happen at the same time. 
If these vignettes serve as more than a merely disorienting teaser for the strange story to come, do they offer clues to another cinematic agenda? What do the three urban legends actually mean, anyway? In a film dense with rich, novel symbols, these three tall tales, dissected like lab frogs, offer not only a Rosetta Stone for the ultimate meaning of magnolia, but also provide the most ambitious prologue in film history.
A clear understanding of this theory requires a segregation of the prologue into three distinct short films. Once interpreted individually, the three tales may then be conceptually reintegrated in a manner that explains their own presence, as well as the three-hour opus to come.

I. The Greenberry Hill Murder:

“The three vagrants whose motive was simple robbery” attack a well-respected chemist. Ignorant of, or unconcerned with, his status and appreciable wisdom, Green, Berry and Hill murder Sir Godfrey beneath the storefront which proclaims his now-lost art of optical-chemical analysis. The black and white and rotoscopic effects, cropped within a small, square view, drive home the antiquity of the event. While Ricky Jay’s narration relies upon an article that dates the event in 1911, a more ancient date is referenced by the Greenberry Hill, London sign: AD. 1356.
The most striking feature of the first minute of magnolia is not the corny name coincidence, but it’s parallels to the central initiation myth of American Freemasonry. New initiates to the Masonic order are subjected to a re-enactment of the death of another wise man felled by the hands of “three vagrants whose motive was simple robbery.” For masons, the legendary Hiram Abiff, architect of the temple of King Solomon, represents the hidden wisdom of the ages, lost to the simpleminded greed of his aggressors: Jubelo, Jubela, and Jubelum. The death, burial and rebirth of Hiram Abiff are the metaphorical touchstones for the Masonic initiate, leading to subsequent grander insights about the human condition as he proceeds through the path of enlightenment from Entered Apprentice to Master Mason. (An aside on the notion of “rebirth”: curiously, Sir Edmund Godfrey is reincarnated later in the film, when the same actor plays the concerned young pharmacist during Linda’s breakdown.)
The Masonic connection in magnolia is hardly speculation. From Ricky Jay’s Masonic ring and “meet upon the level, part upon the square” comment, to the placement of Albert Mackey’s “The History of Freemasonry” tome on Stanley’s cluttered library table, to Donnie Smith’s infiltration of Solomon Solomon’s “temple,” the film is cluttered with masonica. The first minute of magnolia serves as both an imprimatur on the film as a Masonic document and, perhaps, as a shorthand “initiation ceremony” for each of its viewers.

Equal scrutiny of the remaining coincidental prologue tales yields no less surprising results. Though both devoid of Masonic reference, the second and third tales, examined individually, reveal an agenda of an even higher order.

II. The Frogman:

Delmer Darion’s tragicomic fate at the unwitting hands of his troubled nemesis is certainly the most fanciful and amusing of the three tales. But the most potent aspect of this short film – its grandiose visuals – is distinct from the story, itself. From the first transitional shot of flames “licking over” the edges of the Greenberry Hill tale, Anderson frames this vignette amidst the essential natural elements of fire, earth, air and water. The Frogman sequence contains underwater shots, shots of fire, shots of planes soaring through the air, and shots of scorched and pristine earth. One complex shot, in particular, verifies this elemental agenda: an “earth’s eye” view, looking straight up, as a plane passes through a blue sky, dumping water upon fire clinging to tall trees. Frozen in view, this symbolic logos reveals a second magnolia imprimatur: the eastern way.
This natural/elemental theory, like the Masonic one of the first tale, is borne out significantly throughout the rest of magnolia. The film we will soon see documents a world beyond Judeo-Christian spirituality, beyond western morality, a world characterized by the interconnectivity of all things, a karmic/Zen alchemical recipe of eastern mysticism and western absurdity. Yet, it is also a very natural world, characterized by clouds and 82% chances of rain. 

DIXON: When the sun don’t shine, the good Lord bring the rain in.

The only other character in the balance of magnolia to come to recognize this natural order of things is Stanley, diligent in his studies of natural (and Masonic) phenomena, and curious of the mechanics behind weather forecasting at the WDKK? studios:

STANLEY: I was wondering about the weather department. I was wondering whether or not the weather people have outside meteorological services or if they had in-house instruments.

CYNTHIA: Um, I can check on that for you. Maybe later we can take a tour…You asked about that because it’s raining outside?

STANLEY: I guess.

CYNTHIA: So what do you do? Whatever’s happening, that’s what you look into? Something like that?

STANLEY: I don’t know.

CYNTHIA: You don’t know? Well, it’s not a bad way to be…interested in everything that’s going around.

Stanley is the culmination of eastern and western intellectual traditions. In a crucial moment, Stanley succumbs to “the call of nature” during the gameshow. Later, his frog rain epiphany, that “this is something that happens,” evinces his passage to a new level of elemental and natural awareness. 
The Frogman sequence serves as a sort of “cinematic feng shui,” reminding the viewer that all the elements are represented here, and that conditions are right for the evolution of consciousness. Combined, the first two-thirds of the prologue provide substantial ballast to raise the curtain on the human drama to come: the dysfunctional Barringer Family.

III. The Suicide/Murder of Sydney Barringer:

The third tale of the prologue, more subtly filmed and realistic in its tenor, is also less symbolic than the other two, though it is equally rich in subtext for the remainder of the film. The essential notion of human suffering permeates the short. From Sydney’s lamentable suicide note, to the stunned and maddening grief of his parents, to the creepily anguished, sometimes backward, purgatorial background music, the Barringer sequence is soaked with sorrow and suffering.
It begins, however, on a rather clinical note: the forensic conference where the Barringer tale is told. Punctuated with fast and slow motion, the shot’s most important information is provided on the soundtrack, where the only audible word of the coroner’s speech is found: “curiosity,” that euphemistic synonym for original sin.
Sydney’s suicide note, visually pieced together with various close-ups and pans across the words of the page reveals the depths of despair: “I’m sorry/ but I cannot forgive you now/ I have suffered/ so I will go/ and be with God.” Sydney is the poster child for the poor of heart. And what else is magnolia, if not a meditation on despair?
The perplexing Barringer family dynamic is, arguably, beside the point. The real issues addressed in the short are the root causes of human suffering and individual responsibility for it. The sequence awakens us to this central question of human understanding, particularly within the context of parents and children. Who’s culpable for the death of Sydney Barringer? Sidney? His Mother? His Father? Of course, each one is culpable to varying degrees under various standards. Similar questions will be asked of the film’s many characters as magnolia unfolds, and as the transgressions of parents upon children build to life-defining crescendos. The final tale of the prologue trilogy defines the ultimate inquiry of magnolia: human suffering.

So now then

The prologue of magnolia serves as a primer for the rest of the film. It defines the moral, intellectual and spiritual agenda for the next three hours, and provides the informed and open-minded viewer a glimpse of the grand cinematic architecture to come. This is no coincidence. No, this cannot be that. 

Now, that shit will help you solve the case.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

To Conspire: Verb, [Latin], To Breathe Together

The thick stench of rotting stomach fills the courtroom, as it does most days.  Smells like a coupla people are dying on the inside, Bloomsday thinks.  He will narrow it down to the exact culprit before the docket is over.  This is because he, and he alone, finds himself whisper distance from each defendant. He, and he alone, talks rights, charges, and choices into greasy, clotted ears. In return, he'll feel their hot, moist breath on his own ear. Sometimes its the stink of booze or pot or cigarettes or cats or dogs. Mostly it's just the nauseating wave of the unwashed. Some days, it's a cocktail. Today, it's definitely, the smell of the dying.  He will smell it on their breath. Death breath. The breath of death.

Bloomsday scans the crowded courtroom to narrow down the suspects.

"All rise!" the bailiff intones and the judge enters.

Bloomsday decides to hold his breath for the next four hours.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Carver Sent to the Back of Dubus?

I hit upon Raymond Carver in college at the insistence of a dear friend. Maybe it was zeitgeist and trendy, but I was moved by it. He had just died and his short story collection was passed around like communion. The Robert Altman film, Short Cuts, was a sort of collage/homage to Carver's writings which ,COINCIDENTALLY, many (short-sighted) viewers saw as what P.T. Anderson was ripping off when he made Magnolia.

This NYTimes article suggests Carver's work was really the product of a clear-headed editor. That may not change my opinions of the stories, but, I suppose it modifies where he stands in my own personal literary mythology.

Robert Penn Warren and the Great Twitch. Kerouac. Robbins. Coupland. Katherine Dunn kept them all in check. Which is why I hope Molly and I read Geek Love aloud.  Soon.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Guest Poet: William Butler Yeats


The Stolen Child
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand.
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed -
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest
For he comes the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
From a world more full of weeping than he can understand

Guest Poet: John Donne

Holy Sonnets: Batter my heart, three-person'd God

Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town to another due,
Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov'd fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Clevelandia: The Limericks

There once was a rock band named Maiden
whose lyrics were satanically laden.
They played the Coliseum
and everyone went to see 'em
but the cops came and made everybody leave.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Dark Wedding

veil upon veil is raised,
one after one.
wisdom, the groomsman,
stands next to the sun.

Salome's bare flesh is now ripe for the raping
and Saint John's maw is so ghoulishly gaping

Assassins with plumbs in hand slouch toward Clevelandia
mocking degrees back in whored-Alexandria

stone upon stone is razed,
rune after rune.
wisdom, the bridesmaid,
stands next to the moon.