He put his hand on my butt!

Watching the Australian Broadcasting Corporation (ABC) news this morning and of course the big story is the increasing number of Hollywood sex scandals. They, the ABC, will run this for days, weeks and even years if a sufficient number of women and past junior employees are willing to take a deep breath, stand up and declare, “Fifty years ago HE put his hand on my butt and, and my life, career, self-esteem, ability to water the garden is be ruined!” It’s an insult to the real victims of sexual assault.

I mean like, Spacey sexually assaulted an eighteen-year-old man in a restaurant? Ever heard of “Hey – you’re holding the wrong dick buddy…” It happens, if in the Spacey case it did indeed, and anyone who was a good-looking teen boy or girl can tell you of a few incidents where they have had to slap a meandering hand. If it never happened to you, you were probably shit ugly or mummy never let you out into the backyard without a chaperon. You poor thingy.

The funny part of the ABC’s story this morning was the cross to an interview of a woman whose name and position I missed but who enthusiastically launched into a diatribe about how ‘our’ stories are told by men and therefore there is a need to eliminate as many men as possible from Hollywood, etc. The interview was abruptly cut short and the (female) news reader with a ‘you fucking dumb bitch’ look on her face, moved on to the next story. Too late.

There is no excuse for sexual assault but unwanted sexual attention is just part of the life of the young and beautiful. You learn to deal with it and if you don’t know how then speak to your grandparents who probably know a lot more about sex and human failings than you could ever imagine because they have lived, loved and know there is a difference between life and some abstract concept of a perfect society itself often motivated by sexual envy, financial greed, ambition and chips on the shoulder.

The other damaging aspect of this current trend to rush to the media and make allegations of sexual misconduct, usually against a person with sufficient cash in the bank to make the lie worthwhile and the best lies are, as said a friend whose uncle was an expert con artist, substantially true, is that the targeted person suffers a loss of social standing and career before even having the opportunity to deny or tell their side of the story. This is extra-judicial punishment a person suffers for what could well be spurious allegations made maybe out of spite for the celebrity putting his hand on a teen-boy’s butt and not that of his mummy. It makes all the more shocking the airing of these unproven allegations that journalists, and ABC journalists especially, should know the first question you ask someone who approaches you with dirt is “Why did you come to me first and not the police?” If Spacey had sexually assaulted a teenage boy then his mother, if the boy is too shattered to do so himself, should have gone to the police first and when the allegations have been investigated and charges if any are laid, then and only then call a press conference. As things stand now, Spacey could not expect a fair trial and even if this doesn’t go to court the damage is done, down goes another male creator of culture.

The result of this trend could be unexpected by those driving it. Maybe that could be that no man in his right mind would work with a woman or young person of either gender without insisting on the presence of an independent witness? Constant video recording? Maybe worse still, that these women get what they want and men are driven out of what to date we find they do extremely well; create culture. I can’t imagine western culture without its male contributors and the best amongst them are and have always been for thousands of years those whose sexuality did then and still does today, raise a few eyebrows. Ladies be careful of what you wish for because it could quickly become a put up or shut up situation your daughters find themselves in but by then it could also be too late. We will have a culture but one that is mainstream in all its mediocrity.

Camille Paglia interview with Gayme and a poem by Walt Whitman.

 

Started writing up a post on culture, gays, society and etc and realised much of what I was writing had been said already by Camille Paglia back in the nineties in an interview she gave to now banned magazine ‘Gayme’. So dumped the draft text and went looking for the interview which by some miracle I managed to find in an obscure database.

 

 

Scanned page of Gayme Magazine with interview with Camile Paglia.

Scanned page of Gayme Magazine with interview with Camile Paglia.

Scanned page of Gayme Magazine with interview with Camile Paglia.

Scanned page of Gayme Magazine with interview with Camile Paglia.

Scanned page of Gayme Magazine with interview with Camile Paglia.

Scanned page of Gayme Magazine with interview with Camile Paglia.

Scanned page of Gayme Magazine with interview with Camile Paglia.

Paglia mentions Walt Whitman pointing out he would today be jailed as a sex offender. Some may remember the movie ‘Dead Poets Society’ and how the teacher played by Robin Williams has the students address him as “Oh Captain My Captain”, that’s a Whitman poem.

O CAPTAIN ! M Y CAPTAIN !

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Others of Whitman and that would better illustrate the sexual preferences Paglia was referring to,

O TAN-FACED PRAIRIE-BOY

O tan-faced prairie-boy,
Before you came to camp came many a welcome gift,
Praises and presents came and nourishing food, till at last among the
recruits,
You came, taciturn, with nothing to give—we but look’d on each other,
When lo! more than all the gifts of the world you gave me.

 

W E TWO BOYS TOGETHER CLINGING

We two boys together clinging,
One the other never leaving,
Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making,
Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,
Arm’d and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving.
No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving, threatening,
Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on the
turf or the sea-beach dancing,
Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chasing,
Fulfilling our foray.

Thoughts on life poems by Charles Bukowski and a picture.

A few posts ago I suggested not giving a rat’s arse when setting out to create a book, painting or whatever. Do it because you want to do it and to hell with what anyone thinks. They are a bunch of wanna-Be’s and gutless losers anyway.

Roll the Dice

If you are going to try

Go all the way

otherwise, don’t even start

If you are going to try, go all the way

This could mean

Losing girlfriends

wives, relatives, jobs

And maybe your mind

Go all the way

It could mean not eating for three or four days

It could mean freezing on a park bench

It could mean jail

It could mean derision

Mockery

Isolation

Isolation is the gift

All the others are a test of your endurance

Of how much you really want to do it

And you’ll do it

Despite rejection and the worst odds

and it will be better than anything else you can imagine

If you are going to try

Go all the way

there is no other feeling like that

You will be alone with the gods

And the nights will flame with fire

do it

do it

do it

do it

All the way

All the way

You will ride life straight to perfect laughter

It’s the only good fight there is

 

Think I’ve experienced just about all that already and believe me Nobel Prize for plasticine modeling or not, you survive to laugh last – LOL –  and another one I liked, Bukowski on ‘LIFE’…

 

Your Life is your Life.

Don’t let it be

clubbed into dank submission

Be on the watch

There are ways out

There is a light somewhere

It may not be much light but

It beats the darkness

Be on the watch

The gods will offer you chances

Know them

Take them

You can’t beat death

But you can beat death in life

Sometimes

and the more often you learn to do it

The more light there will be

Your Life is Your Life

Know it while you have it

You are marvelous

The gods wait to delight

In You.

Never give up on yourself peoples. Blessings and below is a picture I took the other day.

Black and white photograph of a wall with the words "Mute People" and shadow of anonymous person.

Mute People.

More MTB and a picture.

Out again riding my mountain bike – down the highway and then the dirt highway to near the bottom of the ‘mountains’. Inverted commas because they were much, much higher a few hundred million years ago and before that? A flood plain and before that the sea bed.A friend found a rock with smooth, regular corrugations whilst bush walking in the area and that a geologist would know was at the bottom of the sea a few billion years ago. Australia is a very old continent. Anyway, cranking along through an ancient landscape whilst thinking philosophical things and remembering past loves is a great way to spend an afternoon.
Not much improvement in performance other than I was less wasted than last time by the time I got to the end of the track. Could have something to do with the extra water I took this time and which I remembered to mix with the green stuff that is supposed to replace the stuff you loose through sweating. Must actually work.

Mountain bikke minus the backwheel abandoned by the side of the Oaks trail in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney.

Someone kindly left an emergency bike but some bastard has already taken the back wheel.

The Oaks track with sign that says you have another twenty kilometres to go before getting to the happy township of Glenbrook.

Twenty kilometres of track to go and give way to walkers? LOL

The Oaks MTB track and iron wheel near swallowed by tree.

Why would someone fix an iron wheel to a tree? Maybe it marks the spot where there be gold? Who knows.

Mountain bike near the top of the Oaks trail west of Sydney.

I’ll told there are Aboriginal rock carvings somewhere on these flat rocks but never found them.

End of The Oaks trail at Glenbrook creek.

End of the ‘Oaks’ trail at Glenbrook creek. If it rains a lot you could find it’s too high to cross and you would then have to ride back up to Woodford. Not recommended for anyone other than those known to be long term health and fitness freaks.

Heat discoulored front disc of mountain bike.

Discouloration of the bike’s disc brakes. Must have got near red hot on the final downhills. Good brakes are important…

Steep road to Glenbrook station.

Think it’s over when you get to the creek? Steep, long and zig zagging climb up the cliff to Glenbrook station. Granny gear stuff for the fit but a long hard walk pushing the bike for most normal people. It gets worse around the bend at the top of the picture.

OK pretty boring post I know. Best is you jump on a bike and get out there yourself. Anyway – took the picture below walking to the shops earlier this evening. With some post work as in really going to town on its poor pixels, I think it turned out pretty well.

Black and white photograph of the shadow of a man at night on the wall of a modest habitation.

Called it ‘Outcast Man’.

Blessings to all.

 

 

An ungovernable world, a bike ride and a few pictures.

Been reading up on the climate change latest and “Go party like there’s no tomorrow”, would be considered advise for today’s young people. Basically the young of today have two choices, party and wait for death and disaster or find a way to scrub copious amounts of CO2 from the atmosphere and not forgetting they will also have to find a way to pay for the scrubbing the cost of which is estimated to be in the hundreds of trillions of dollars.

Not good news and the trouble with all these predictions is that they are made by scientists. People who are fenced into their area of expertise which do not necessarily include big picture views of the implications of their predictions. They are most often told to butt out of questions related to policy. An exception to this rule is professor James Hansen who is vocal on policy but unfortunately most of what he says falls on the death ears of politicians despite his well-founded warnings of economic collapse and the world becoming ungovernable. I would recommend everyone, especially if under middle-aged, read his papers, watch his videos and get angry.

Hansen’s website.

Other than imagining battles for survival, life in a cave and a world-wide shortage of sun lotion, I’ve not done much recently, brain not clicking into gear for some reason, and so went the other day for a mountain bike ride. Katoomba down to Woodford which is about twenty kilometres on the highway and then thirty kilometres off-road on “The Oaks” fire trail to Glenbrook. Not bad for someone whose license was canceled last month on the grounds of allegedly being too ill to drive a motorcar. No one worry though – I’m not dying yet – just doctors who misdiagnose, prescribe the wrong medication which did make me feel seriously ill and then are incapable of admitting they made a mistake when I recovered as a result of taking control of my own health. In any case I’m seriously thinking of cutting up my license so I can look my grandkids in the eye and say I did all I could to save them from starvation and world war three.

My mountain bike by the side of The Oaks firetrail in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney.

‘The Oaks’ fire trail – near thirty kilometres of sand, rocks and some awesome downhills. I’ve hit 68 kilometres per hour on this trail. Not bad for an old fella! LOL

Not doing as much as I’d like but have been taking pictures and experimenting with ways to get the effects I want – pretty dark I admit but that probably is just a reflection of my mental state. Below are two that are proving to be popular on photography websites.

Black and white photograph of graffiti and baby pram in back alley in Katoomba, New South wales, Australia.

 

Black and white photograph of paste up stuck on door in a back alley in Katoomba, New South Wales, Australia.

Blessings to all.

More loss of freedom planned for Australia.

The politicians are at it again

The state premiers and the federal prime minister struck whilst the Las Vegas iron is still hot, all agreeing the police and the secret squirrels (intelligence persons) should have access to driver license photos to enhance the effectiveness of facial recognition technologies. Fact not mentioned is that none of that would have prevented the Las Vegas massacre. One premier waffled on about how we should resource the heroes who ‘put their lives on the line’ to ensure our safety but again and whilst that may well be true – that they do take risks – he could have also mentioned the farmers, transport, construction, manufacturing, wholesale trade, mining and health care and social assistance workers all of whom and in that order are at greater risk of death and injury than police and intelligence persons. Priest is the safest profession in case you were wondering – except for the risk of arrest as a result of falling prey to the charms of Eros but let’s not go there now.

Another oft repeated point made by these politicians is that their first duty is to preserve the safety of citizens. That is untrue – their first duty is to preserve the democratic system of government which includes preserving the ability of citizens to remove those elected to govern should the need arise. In keeping with that same principal of all powers, legislative, judiciary, executive, remaining with the people it needs to be reminded that the authority and duty to enforce law remains (executive) at all times with the people and is not surrendered to the police. “The police are the public and the public are the police”, as said Sir Robert (Bob) Peel, creator in 1829 of the first modern police force. The reason British police are to this day still called ‘Bobbies’.

For the people to exercise their right and duty to be the sole government of a democratic nation they need the ability to meet, discuss and take action free from intervention by those who in power might not have or are not acting in the nation’s interest. This is why we have freedom of speech, of assembly and freedom to communicate.

Yes I understand the need to keep criminals and terrorists under surveillance if they present a danger to the public but measures that impede on the rights of all citizens should always be temporary. We never hear Australian politicians mention ‘sunset clause’ and that should be a concern to anyone who values democracy.

Make up your minds that happiness depends on being free, and freedom depends on being courageous.

Pericles

Las Vegas – grow some balls America.

Awfully cruel the latest shooting in the United States. Our love goes to the dead, wounded, their families, loved ones and friends. God be with you.

Thoughts and prayers – have we not heard this all before? Then what? The gun lobby flexes its muscle and we, the human community, can just sit and wait for the next massacre. This affects us all, just as does the ongoing massacres in the Middle East and elsewhere. The death of a child in Yemen or the death of a party goer in the United States affects me – it diminishes me as a human being. Under God all are our sisters and brothers, wherever they are and whoever they are, we the human community scream – ENOUGH! Grow some balls America and get rid of those fucking guns!

Blessings.

Mass extinction within ten years?

It’s near unthinkable but some including with ‘emeritus’ and ‘professor’ ahead of their name, claim there is now no hope of avoiding extinction. One of these persons travels around the world telling all willing to listen that we have at most ten years before the last human falls flat dead. Imagine that, no one left to hand out the “last human on earth” award and worse still there will be nothing that will remember humans even existed. What a waste of time and effort every sacrifice made, battle fought, every act of self-denial for the betterment of the many, the billions of those who came before us who lived, suffered and struggled did all that for nothing and even our extinction itself will be for nothing because at least the last great extinction cleared the planet of over-sized lizards so mammals including our variant of primate could take over. In fact if we are indeed the only life-form able to look back at the Universe in wonder then our disappearance will make further existence of the Universe itself pointless. Of course there could be other planets where complex, self-aware life also exists but as probable as that is, we have no proof of it and should act accordingly.

I think all the emeritus’ are wrong. Not on climate change and its oncoming dire consequences but on human extinction. If we are alone in the Universe then that same Universe will not let it happen. The process will not be pretty, few of the current seven-billion-plus will survive and we may go back to population levels similar to the beginning of the AD which is estimated to have been as low as 150 million. We know the cause of climate change is consumption-based civilisation and we could wait for its inevitable collapse to be the starting point of recovery but that starting point could equally be more of us deciding to buy a bicycle rather than a gas-powered motorcar.

Mountain Bike on edge of cliff, Grose Valley, New South Wales, Australia

I love my mountain bike, the trains run more or less on time and so can’t imagine driving a gas-powered vehicle ever again. Picture taken near where I live in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney.

No hope? Of course there is hope and I believe that inevitable collapse of the present destructive civilisation will happen well before the planet becomes entirely uninhabitable even if we do nothing other than business as usual. The sudden lowering of CO2 output combined with the planet’s ability to reabsorb the excess CO2 faster than that lingering excess can further heat the planet to uninhabitable levels will guarantee a much reduced number of humans and an equally reduced number of other species will survive but in the case of humans, having learnt a very important lesson – you are not what you have. The choice is ours, we can let mother nature take care of the problem in which case a big Ouch!!! and few survive or, we can do it ourselves and lower CO2 levels even faster than we raised them and all will live on a healthy planet amongst a better, cleaner and fairer global community of humans.

A few tech difficulties and few pictures.

Some may have noticed this blog went offline a few times recently, you probably got a ‘server not found’ error but happy to say the host’s wonderful tech people appear to have fixed whatever the issues were. Nevertheless a few posts disappeared into cyberspace which is not a big deal – I’m sure I’ll remember what they were about and will repost. In the meantime below are a few recent pictures and which are also doing OK on my reactivated 500px account. I mentioned that I think on one of the missing posts.

Black and white photograph and composite of glass door, young male and energy drink bottle. Photograph by Paul Nyssen. Black and white photograph of peeling paste up of guru character on concrete wall with cast shadow of rubbis bin and person standing nearby. Photograph by Paul Nyssen. Black and white photograph of mannequins in discount store window with downmarket men's fashion shirts and sunglasses. Photograph by Paul Nyssen.

Lucky country and a few pics of a homeless friend.

We hear that a lot – that Australia is ‘the lucky country’. What’s lost is that Donald Horne who wrote the book of that name meant Australia is lucky in that it’s success is more due to good luck than good management. As he said, a first rate country run by second rate people and a recent example of that is the domestic supply of gas. Previous governments sold near all known reserves to Asia, amongst the world’s largest, and at a price so low that it would now be cheaper to buy Australian gas back from Japan than frack for more. New South Wales and Victoria have heaps of gas but the resistance of their rural communities to fracking is such that in the end the federal government had to ask the energy companies to please, please put a little aside for domestic consumption and not export the lot. I wonder how much that will add to local energy bills which are already ridiculously high and when combined with the equally ridiculous cost of housing will result in even more average families heading bills in hand to their local Salvation Army office.

Anyways… thought I’d share a few pictures I took a few years ago when and as some who have been accessing this blog would know, I was homeless and living in a tent in the bush. ‘Harmonica Mike’ was well known to backpackers who camped in the woods. Actually and given the tendency of the younger generation to post all and everything on social media, Michael had become a bit of an international celebrity with many wondering how in a country like Australia a man with a plethora of health issues could be left to live in a tent.

'Harmonica Mike' outside his tent in the Megalong Valley, New South Wales, Australia. Photograph by Paul Nyssen.

I said ‘don’t smile’ – Mike thought that was a crack up.

'Harmonica Mike' outside his tent in the Megalong Valley, New South Wales, Australia. Photograph by Paul Nyssen. 'Harmonica Mike' outside his tent in the Megalong Valley, New South Wales, Australia. Photograph by Paul Nyssen.