So I was listening to the Podcast Politiquement Incorrect with Richard Martineau, and they had a verrry interesting discussion of Paul Gauguin, the celebrated French painter who depicted the idyllic world of Tahiti and other exotic locii.
Turns out he might absolutely have been a total creep, and it wasn’t even that much of a secret. Take a look at this article from the Guardian from way back in 2001. It’s an article that I could only describe as a total hit piece but that it were written by the Guardian. (Don’t get me wrong, they’re a little heavy-handed in all their work, but they still do good journalism).
Apparently this debate is not over, as evidenced by this screenshot of a Google News search for Paul Gauguin. I guess the New York Times decided to revive this issue once again. How fun.
I don’t see what the big deal is. I went to an exhibition of George Bush Jr.’s paintings of wounded Iraq service members, and no one warned me that I was looking at art made by a war criminal depicting the very Americans maimed by his lies, greed, and hubris. No one talked about banning that. Art is made by angels and monsters. It bears witness to the minds of our species, ugly, beautiful, hopeful, sickening.
I don’t remember if I previously posted a link to this band. If I did, it was probably for their single, Furr. This song is entirely different, and as a newcomer to Blitzen, I’m quickly finding they have a very diverse sound. As some others commented on their Youtube videos, I wonder where I was when these guys seemed to be in high production mode. Enjoy.
Smoke from the loosie drift Hold it like a crucifix Blow from the nose I’m a dragon to a gnome Got a average of bein’ excellent the median just dope Like the ratio of heroin to laxative that’s sold Authorities have spoken, demanded your pure devotion Get magnetized to the ground while the falcons of murder close in I chose to go guano, y’all know, kinda bat shit The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me automatic I’ll tea bag a piranha tank, heart barely beatin’ A wild one who’ll swim like directly after he’s eaten While holding a toaster oven that’s plugged with a fork in it Cause death by electrocution’s like life in New York, isn’t it? Shoulda been a dentist, mom said it
Pains the way that my craft expresses Born in a little shop of horrors that I can’t even afford to rent in Where’s the exit? Wanna talk shop I can chop it up with exacto touch, whats the rush? Autograph skin flaps, tag em up I don’t brag enough you defacto suck A lotta you new to the El Producto milieu Kinda like “fuck is you?” I’m a little black spot on a sun of lies But I’m not too high to say I’m the truth I line the booth to catch blood like a Bateman Nathan sacred I’ll mace a play pen Jewel runner bitch make the name stick Not for sale but I’m takin payments
I’m fly as a pegasus, that’s no embellishment I’m here to pain the whole game, where the Excedrin Good pussy, good marijuana that be my medicine And I’m a mixture of MJG and the Weathermen A revolutionary bangin’ on my adversaries And I love Dr. King but violence might be necessary Cause when you live on MLK and it gets very scary You might have to pull your AK, send one to the cemetery We overworked, underpaid, and we underprivileged They love us, they love us (why?) Because we feed the village You really made it or just became a prisoner of privilege? You willing to share that information that you’ve been given? Like who really run this? Like who really run that man that say he run this? Who who really run that man that say he run this, run run run run this? Like who really fund this? Like who really fund who say he fund this? Like who in the world gon’ tell Donald Sterl who to put on the “you can’t come” list? Now don’t be silly Who the fuck gon’ bully me if I got a billy? If I got a billy and the bitch recording me I’m like who cares What I wouldn’t be is on TV stutterin’ ta-ta-talkin’ scared So the question is when Don’s at home with that traitor ass bitch alone Who’s that voice on the side of the phone that shakes and rattles his bones? Could it be the man behind the man behind the man behind the throne? Gone
On n’apprivoise pas les chats sauvages Pas plus qu’on met en cage les oiseaux de la terre Faut les laisser aller comme on les laisse venir au monde Faut surtout les aimer jamais chercher à les garder Tout doucement je veux voyager En te jasant d’amour et de liberté
On n’emprisonne pas les cœurs volages Pas plus qu’on coupe les ailes aux oiseaux de la terre Faut les laisser aller toujours sans chercher à comprendre Ils marchent seuls et n’ont qu’un seul langage Celui de l’amour, celui de la vie Ils chantent pour toi si t’en as envie
J’me sens un peu comme le chat sauvage Et j’ai les ailes du cœur volage J’veux pas qu’on m’apprivoise J’veux pas non plus qu’on m’mette en cage J’veux être aimer pour ce que j’ai à te donner Tout doucement je veux voyager En te jasant d’amour et de liberté
Cette chanson elle est pour nous Elle jase d’amour et de liberté
Cette chanson elle est pour nous Elle jase d’amour et de liberté
…In 2266, the crew of the USS Enterprise were prepared to celebrate Thanksgiving. CaptainKirk was irritated because there was not any turkey on board the ship; the crew was going to have to eat meatloaf instead. Kirk was later informed that, while in the ovens, the meatloaf mysteriously transformed into turkey. This transformation was caused by Charles Evans, a boy with incredible powers. (TOS: “Charlie X“)
So my takeaway from studying the above passages about this regional Earth tradition is that it had something to do with a minor Divinity miraculously transforming meatloaf into turkey to feed the hungry.
While the source is not totally clear, meatloaf is made from ground meat, presumably of any type. If this was turkey meat, then this would have been a turkey ground down and reconstructed as a loaf of meat bread, then subsequently re-deconstructed and re-reconstructed into a turkey form.
Thanksgiving therefore is essentially an Earth holiday about the endless cycle of death and rebirth. Destruction and creation. See also: Lord Shiva.
It’s a good song and an interesting music video. The props remind me of a couple of music videos by Tricot Machine, (which I’ll find and post separately).
Watch, and then read below:
So I was reading through the YouTube comments, and one of the posters shared what little they knew about the subject matter:
I should point out: this post was not responding to anyone’s question. It was totally unprompted. And that’s kind of badass. Who is this person? I feel like I need to be responsible and fact check this information, but I’m not. I’m not responsible.
Let’s just repeat this until it becomes a myth about a myth. Maybe it’s true, maybe it’s not. Who’s to say? As a certain tall child would have us ask.