Babel
Playlist of Babel
It seems that Julie Andrews' personality offers almost religious comfort to all people who feel themselves rejected. I felt myself the most unwelcome not only at her fan sites but also in this world when I, as a young boy, was sent to the summer camp of the Pentecostal movement to seek my faith. So far my life had been pretty pressing without any singing, but suddenly I was in the middle of brisk loving people and miracles like gift of tongues that was like the nonsense song "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" after the race in "Mary Poppins".
Above in the middle you can see a girl with the flaming red cheeks and a Pentecostalist preacher who could be Pentti Jack's Hungarian son by blood or just a vampire who's ready to take his bite. It would be so easy to be cynical, but I can still remember myself as a young camper in the prayer meetings during the stormy summer nights. Everything happened spontaneously without any creed or liturgy, and when they spoke with tongues, it was like an opera stage, where everybody sings his or her own different words simultaneously but in perfect harmony with the others, and finally all these individual voices blended into the one united prayer.
After this profound musical experience I haven't been interested in egoistic doctrinal disputes, but we could keep all this theological and compare Julie's show called "My Fair Lady" on Broadway with the 14th chapter of 1 Corinthians in The New Testament - mulier taceat in ecclesia. However, a sooty-faced Indian from "The Unforgiven" (D: John Huston, 1959) got Eliza's role in the screen adaptation of this musical, and I prefer psychological perspective, for when I later saw Disney's "Mary Poppins", I experienced a very strange emotional shock including the feelings from the religious confusion of manipulated mind to the oedipal grief of rejected child. Seek Jesus! - Sieg Heil! - Jueli, Jueli, lama sabachthani?
On the left below you can see two lakes next to the summer camp. When you turn the map upside down and look at it like a bat, those two lakes resemble Caspian and Aral Seas - then our beach would have been the coast of Persia.
Hmm...once I was dressed up as a little Indian. The bathing beach of Lake Ojutjärvi is really nice: there is even a pontoon raft like one they have in "Star!". And also Pentecostal campers start a campfire!
Although the Middle East has been the wildly known trouble spot since the tower of Babel, it is very difficult to explain your own subjective feelings to other people, but you would be able to comprehend my confusion of those strange days without any future explanations if you compared "Mary Poppins" with the movies like "The Nanny" (D: Seth Holt, 1965) which is about a sinister nanny who has abandoned her own child in order to look after other people's children, or "Zardoz" (D: John Boorman, 1974) which is set in the land of magic and mystery, where the cold and almost apathetic civilization has converted old children's stories into the religion which is used for the manipulation of the ignorant savages.
The Wizard of Oz (D: Larry Semon, 1925). Farmhand/Tin Woodsman, Wolfgang, crown-prince-to-be of Finland in 1918, and force-feeding the birds.
Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home/Hawaii/The Exorcist (D: William Friedkin, 1974)/The Petrified Forest (D: Archie L. Mayo, 1936). Man, don't you have teeth? No solid food for you, but have some pea soup before your mother's maiden name is revealed after all double Dutch and supercalifragibberish in the middle of truthfully speaking Persians of the Land of Aryans, or is it--
Mary Poppins/Batman Returns (D: Tim Burton, 1992). Again some bastard is disturbing the peace in Dis--Julieland. Was I really even baptized when very young I was taken away from my "saintly mother's" arms, or was I just washed away down to the sewer with rainwater like an animated penguin - how could I remember!
I haven't seen my official father since 1989. However, below you can see some retired Finnish Air Engineering Technicians at a nostalgia meeting in summer 2007. Pentti Jack is standing on the left. He has very short legs and a huge potbelly. His build really resembles a penguin, doesn't it?
I have never understood people who claim that "tall and proud Nordic Aryans" are supposed to be tall and slim like Somalis, because short and sturdy bodies keep body temperature better in the cold North. Therefore, no wonder that Hitler's elite troops couldn't resist frost. However, let's hope that rats won't follow penguins to the nesting sites in the Antarctic and nibble these noble birds out like extinct dodos.
You must have heard about revisionism: for example some people claim that millions of Jews were not killed during Hitler's regime, but all those people disappeared to Palestine or the Soviet Empire. I am not qualified to say more than just an opinion about these kind of dark and often rejected episodes of the human history. Nevertheless, I feel that I have been some kind of revisionist joke. Official truth is that "Julie Andrews and Blake Edwards tried to have a child, but they failed". Did Julie had a miscarriage, or was I simply purged from my mother, because "Jesus is so kind to all innocent children"? Are Julie and Blake my real parents? However, I have survived Jesus Camps and I am very much alive. But nobody believes nor hears my cry through the official propaganda.
So, am I so disappointed with humanity that I would rather be a penguin? I guess that more or less all empires have been built by nihilists like the famous captain of HMS Bounty who had to be cruel to human crew in order to keep his valuable cargo, the breadfruit plants, alive. Won't the modern global liberal market economy and unlimited growth ultimately cause the extinction of all humans? Was the Communism a blessing in disguise, because it created so ineffective system? On the left below you can see a Finnish island from above; it certainly looks inhabited. On the right below I give you another island that belonged to Finland before it was annexed by the USSR; the jungle has claimed it back, everything is so green...what the hell am I saying?! Cynical nihilist have treated me like some kind of senseless animal and raped my heritage, but I don't want any Mother Nature, I want my real mother!
In 1992 I made a clumsy attempt to approach Julie Andrews through a letter. Below you can see the public relations business reply envelope that I received in answer. The envelope contained nothing else but Julie's autographed photo. Take notice of her P.O.BOX number - 666: I wonder if "J.A." has signed the pact with the Devil, for there is truly something satanic when the woman was delivered a boy, and the child was taken straight up to Hel...sinki by air cargo, and hypocritical moderators burn her son's letters to mother in the burning lake of oblivion like the Nazis, who liked to burn banned books instead of reading them: where they first burn books, they finally come to burn human beings, and where they first dump reels, they finally come to dump children, for this is Hollywood, larger than life, where an ordinary secretary can have the director's baby, the movie, cut short and keep children separated from their career mother. Still, somewhere "the Fates", who keep record of everything in my life and make decisions that define my fate, read my little pathetic letter to her before it was dumped to some secretary's trash can.
In 1999 I made more serious attempt to approach "Miss Andrews": I created a 14 hours long video edition and mailed it to "Mr Blake Edwards". The edition was composed of everything from Julie Andrews' look-alikes to Pavlov's working monkeys as long as it seemed to be relevant to my case as her true child. Since my early childhood was the part of the flying circus of the Finnish Air Force due to Pentti Jack's job and I had several reasons to kill myself - who wouldn't when they put a great strain on you - in one sequence a determined pilot performs a suicide crash with an airplane and in another sequence Afghan fighters are fooling around the Tower of Babel, because Pentti's home farm happens to be located on an Afghanistan-shaped island (see the map of this island called "Kimitö" on the left below - the coffin-farm is near village called Dalsbruk or Millvalley)--
--and some men build a skycraper as the monument of their spirit over the cloudlets while other men fire a pistol in their head like they do in one of the American movies. Find out yourself in which one: you might see few classics! This may sound like an expensive project, but it is not difficult to edit home-movie-spectacle for the private use when you don't have to respect copyrights. You would see something like the montage below where Nimrod like an Afghan fighter with his Stinger-missile is ready to shoot an arrow into the air just before Yahweh is about confuse the language of the whole world. I haven't received anything in answer to my video letter unless what happened on September 11th, 2001, wasn't supposed to be the reply - it really makes you think that what is this all about, doesn't it? Anyway, if you wished to see a released mediocre comedy which seems to predict 9/11-attacks with the result, you ought to watch "Wrong Is Right" (D: Richard Brooks, 1982). I just sincerely hope that Kim Junior won't decide to fulfil Brooks's prediction by having a couple of A-bombs smuggled into Nieuw Amsterdam. A simple cryptic riddle from "Wrong Is Right": "A word "dog" is backwards "god." A name "Kim" is backwards "Mik", and an Estonian word "koer" means "dog" - well, dog meat is kosher in Korea.
I don't try to play any Nostradamus, but my video edition really seemed to be a kind of blueprint for 9/11 attacks. Let's analyse this. I could write two words, war&famine, and claim that I have predicted all wars and famines from now on, but without exact names and dates I have written nothing but a universal poem. Besides "prophecies" come true only when somebody decides to use "weather forecast" as a realizable plan. A plane did hit a "tower" in "Persia" on Finland's 88th Independence Day. Pentti Jack, whose job is to keep those things flying, would say that the poor bastards didn't have proper spare parts.
Similarities between 9/11-attacks and Reichstag fire on the night of February 27, 1933, are obvious: both of these acts of terrorism against the important buildings were a pivotal event of the establishment of a police state. A retarded Dutch Communist Marinus van der Lubbe was Hitler's Osama bin Laden, but many people believed that the Nazis set fire to Reichstag themselves. It's quite true that the 227 case had none dead victims, while the 911 had about 3000, but would it have been enough for the general American public if after trying to set fire to the curtains of the White House, only a retarded Arab with a Swedish matchbox had been caught? They might even have felt pity for him!
Is Paris Burning? (D: Rene Clement, 1966): transporting the French political prisoners--terrorists away to Buchenwald. Just don't listen but keep whipping your horses, and some day they will give your radar a kick as if it was a football. What would be the weather forecast then? This is how you create a terrorist: first you hurt somebody and then you just ignore your victim's pain. Finally your ignored and silenced sacrificial lamb will hit back so hard that even innocent "side victims" suffer. And who says that "white men can't jump"? Be a jumpin' jack!
The Road to Guantanamo (D: Michael Winterbottom & Mat Whitecross, 2006): knocking and kicking on the doors of a laden suffocation-chamber-container when Mr Bush is hunting down "Muslim-Fascists"?! At least you didn't choke to death in a cattle wagon.
Please, just remember that I am not an oedipal psychopath who can only understand his own sorrow. My situation is close to the status of POG (Prisoner-of-Guantanamo): uncertainty is the worst trial to anybody.
Confusion caused by systematic lying is not any kind of mental disorder - some people are just extremely "suspicious". In the former USSR those in power liked to send those in opposition to the madhouse, and the Nazis correspondingly didn't feel any pity for "sick" dissidents but sent these "criminals" to concentration camps where they were at the mercy of brutal convicts known as "Kapos". Therefore, we should be careful with all those little arrogant absolute power freaks who like to label other people with words like "schizophrenia" without knowing anything about it. How often does your overtired human mind start to think under stress that the whole world is spinning around your personal efforts while the others just try to avoid their responsibility? I don't think that stress gives me any right to be a bully. I have had my doubts, but "paranoid schizophrenics" don't go to work and pay rent. I earn my living as a stevedore, and we occasionally inspect damaged containers. Those, who have to pay repair expenses, constantly complain that we have overestimated everything, and those, who have to repair damages as piecework according to our estimates, constantly complain that we have underestimated everything. Reality is simply irrational: you must reiterate measurement and calculate the mean which is nothing like the absolute truth but just a rough compromise. Certain Erik Max Francis doesn't seem to understand this, for he has written:
I think cranks -- people with pseudoscientific theories or irrational ideas that are totally incapable of understanding why they are wrong -- are amusing; I've been arguing with them on and off for several years in the various science newsgroups. I set up Crank Dot Net as a storinghouse for information about them.
Although I consider myself to be a poet rather than a scientist, my site has ended up as a specimen in this little rationalist's freak exhibition that has been created to boost his ego, but does he even realize that there is the difference between pseudo- and metainformation? We all want to be understood and accepted, and for some idiotic reason we think that we become eligible by rejecting everything that we don't understand?! Mr Erik Max Francis didn't condescend to correspond and argue with me, but if you wanted to do so, I would promptly and respectfully reply to all personal messages at my leisure time providing that a busy working day hasn't squeezed all orange juice out of me. However, if you were an amateur psychoanalyst thinking that you already know what's wrong with me before knowing the facts, you would probably be none wiser after the conversation with me, and I just loath powerful oppressors who make their victims accuse themselves.
Although I am a manual worker, I have a university degree. At university I studied everything related to the Orient. In one of my essays I compared the fictive yellow peril called "Fu Manchu" with the real "bastard" called "Shoko Asahara". Below you can see a crime scene from the film called "The Face of Fu Manchu" (D: Don Sharp, 1965), where a few unsuspecting Britons on a bus stop have been poisoned to death by Fu Manchu's "secret weapon", and in March of 1995 Shoko Asahara's Japanese cult called "Aum Supreme Truth" released deadly sarin gas within the subways of Tokyo. Did the reality imitate the art or vice versa? You can easily ignore this kind of academic dilemma. Facies non omnibus una non diversa tamen, qualem decet esse sororum. I just hope that I don't any longer look like that lonely guy who talks to the surveillance camera at a subway station...and it is always a good advise that you shouldn't judge anything what you cannot possibly understand.
