Sometimes a Good Notion

Archive for the category “Uncategorized”

Sasha Stone on the F Word

fem2I have been following and reading Sasha Stone for over a decade.  I do not always agree with her, but I do believe she has been integral to legitimizing online film criticism. She recently posted the following article: Schooling Shailene Woodley on the Word Feminist, and it is a must read.  Though I do feel that Ms. Stone should have probably taken a breath before she started typing, the article encapsulates why Woodley came off so embarrassingly ignorant in her interview with Time and in further interviews she has given on the subject.

I wanted to like Ms. Woodley, that is no longer possible, but it is not too late to correct the perpetuation of the ideas she is espousing. It is too important not to. There is too much at stake.

“Whatever each individual woman is facing; only she knows her biggest challenge. However, if we add up the problems that affect the biggest numbers of women, then issues having to do with physical safety and reproduction are still the biggest. Female bodies are still the battleground, whether that means restricting freedom, birth control and safe abortion in order to turn them into factories, or abandoning female infants because females are less valuable for everything other than reproduction. If you add up all the forms of gynocide, from female infanticide and genital mutilation to so-called honor crimes, sex trafficking, and domestic abuse, everything, we lose about 6 million humans every year just because they were born female. That’s a holocaust every year. It makes sense that reproductive freedom is still the biggest issue – because the reason females got in this jam in the first place was because the patriarchal state or religion or family wanted to control reproduction — to decide how many workers, how many children the nation needs, and who owned them in systems of legitimacy — or even outright slavery. The International Labor Organization says there are about 12 million people living in literal slavery around the world, and 80 percent of them are women and girls.”

                                                                                                                                                  Gloria Steinem

On The Pulse Of Morning

 

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.

The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.

But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.

I will give you no more hiding place down here.

You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.

Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.

The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.

Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.

Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.

Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.

Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,

Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the stone were one.

Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
Knew nothing.

The River sings and sings on.

There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.

So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.

Today, the first and last of every Tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.

Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.

Each of you, descendant of some passed
On traveller, has been paid for.

You, who gave me my first name, you
Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Other seekers–desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.

You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot …
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.

Here, root yourselves beside me.

I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.

I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours–your Passages have been paid.

Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.

History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.

Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.

Give birth again
To the dream.

Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.

Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.

Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.

The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.

No less to Midas than the mendicant.

No less to you now than the mastodon then.

Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes, into
Your brother’s face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.

pulse

Catch of The Day: Massive Scale Online Collaboration

This Man just rocked my brain.

20140518-115233.jpg

Catch of the Day: Candy Chang: Before I Die…

This is beautiful.

download

Catch Of the Day: From Sinead O’Connor to Miley Cyrus, Pure Awesome

enhanced-buzz-14159-1309974309-16Dear Miley,

I wasn’t going to write this letter, but today i’ve been dodging phone calls from various newspapers who wished me to remark upon your having said in Rolling Stone your Wrecking Ball video was designed to be similar to the one for Nothing Compares … So this is what I need to say … And it is said in the spirit of motherliness and with love.

I am extremely concerned for you that those around you have led you to believe, or encouraged you in your own belief, that it is in any way ‘cool’ to be naked and licking sledgehammers in your videos. It is in fact the case that you will obscure your talent by allowing yourself to be pimped, whether its the music business or yourself doing the pimping.

Nothing but harm will come in the long run, from allowing yourself to be exploited, and it is absolutely NOT in ANY way an empowerment of yourself or any other young women, for you to send across the message that you are to be valued (even by you) more for your sexual appeal than your obvious talent.

I am happy to hear I am somewhat of a role model for you and I hope that because of that you will pay close attention to what I am telling you.

The music business doesn’t give a shit about you, or any of us. They will prostitute you for all you are worth, and cleverly make you think its what YOU wanted … and when you end up in rehab as a result of being prostituted, ‘they’ will be sunning themselves on their yachts in Antigua, which they bought by selling your body and you will find yourself very alone.

None of the men ogling you give a shit about you either, do not be fooled. Many’s the woman mistook lust for love. If they want you sexually that doesn’t mean they give a fuck about you. All the more true when you unwittingly give the impression you don’t give much of a fuck about yourself. And when you employ people who give the impression they don’t give much of a fuck about you either. No one who cares about you could support your being pimped … and that includes you yourself.

Yes, I’m suggesting you don’t care for yourself. That has to change. You ought be protected as a precious young lady by anyone in your employ and anyone around you, including you. This is a dangerous world. We don’t encourage our daughters to walk around naked in it because it makes them prey for animals and less than animals, a distressing majority of whom work in the music industry and it’s associated media.

You are worth more than your body or your sexual appeal. The world of showbiz doesn’t see things that way, they like things to be seen the other way, whether they are magazines who want you on their cover, or whatever … Don’t be under any illusions … ALL of them want you because they’re making money off your youth and your beauty … which they could not do except for the fact your youth makes you blind to the evils of show business. If you have an innocent heart you can’t recognise those who do not.

I repeat, you have enough talent that you don’t need to let the music business make a prostitute of you. You shouldn’t let them make a fool of you either. Don’t think for a moment that any of them give a flying fuck about you. They’re there for the money… we’re there for the music. It has always been that way and it will always be that way. The sooner a young lady gets to know that, the sooner she can be REALLY in control.

You also said in Rolling Stone that your look is based on mine. The look I chose, I chose on purpose at a time when my record company were encouraging me to do what you have done. I felt I would rather be judged on my talent and not my looks. I am happy that I made that choice, not least because I do not find myself on the proverbial rag heap now that I am almost 47 yrs of age … which unfortunately many female artists who have based their image around their sexuality, end up on when they reach middle age.

Real empowerment of yourself as a woman would be to in future refuse to exploit your body or your sexuality in order for men to make money from you. I needn’t even ask the question … I’ve been in the business long enough to know that men are making more money than you are from you getting naked. Its really not at all cool. And its sending dangerous signals to other young women. Please in future say no when you are asked to prostitute yourself. Your body is for you and your boyfriend. It isn’t for every spunk-spewing dirtbag on the net, or every greedy record company executive to buy his mistresses diamonds with.

As for the shedding of the Hannah Montana image … whoever is telling you getting naked is the way to do that does absolutely NOT respect your talent, or you as a young lady. Your records are good enough for you not to need any shedding of Hannah Montana. She’s waaaaaaay gone by now … Not because you got naked but because you make great records.

Whether we like it or not, us females in the industry are role models and as such we have to be extremely careful what messages we send to other women. The message you keep sending is that its somehow cool to be prostituted … its so not cool Miley … its dangerous. Women are to be valued for so much more than their sexuality. We aren’t merely objects of desire. I would be encouraging you to send healthier messages to your peers … that they and you are worth more than what is currently going on in your career. Kindly fire any motherfucker who hasn’t expressed alarm, because they don’t care about you.

Catch of the Day: Fresh Air Interviews Chris Matthews

http://www.npr.org/2013/10/01/227867812/chris-matthews-looks-back-on-a-time-when-politics-worked

 

I’m not a fan of Matthew’s show, but his book sounds interesting and Terry Gross has a bit of a hoot interviewing him.  A fun listen.

Catch of the Day: Andrew Stanton Ted Talk

Storytelling … is knowing that everything you’re saying from the first sentence to the last, is leading to a singular goal, and ideally confirming some truth that deepens our understanding of who we are as human beings. We all love stories. We’re born for them.  Stories affirm who we are. We all want affirmations that our lives have meaning. And nothing does a greater affirmation than when we connect through stories.  It can cross the barriers of time, past, present, and future and allow us to experience the similarities between ourselves and through others, real and imagined.   

download

New & Notable: Margo Lily

Directed by: Dane Clark & Linsey Stewart

Clark and Stewart previously directed Long Branch which you can find here and it is certainly worth watching.

Margo Lily drops us right in the middle of a heart wrenching  drama.  A couple dealing with the premature loss of a child and expressing their pain in their own unique way.  This plays out subtly and margo lilywith an incredibly delicate touch.  The couple is performing a ritual of sorts to help cope with their loss.  One of the steps in the ritual is to “say something personal”.  When the film arrives at that moment it leaves us in total silence,  everything that has been said and seen has already been personal enough.  Words would only ruin it.  It’s quite a thing to watch two filmmakers who understand just how powerful and quiet intimacy can truly be.

Somebody PLEASE give Clark and Stewart a feature directing job soon! They need to DISCOVERED ASAP!

We Steal Secrets; Apparently Mine!

secWhat a perfect firestorm in which to release We Steal Secrets: The Story of Wikileaks, a film by acclaimed director Alex Gibney. The Bradley Manning trial is starting; Julian Assange went to war with Google; PRISM; Snowden; James Clapper. The country seems to be consumed by a conversation about privacy and secrecy (is there a difference?). The film follows in style and tone of Gibney’s previous work, ENRON: The Smartest Guys in the Room and Taxi to the Dark Side. It is a thriller, and as such it is engrossing and entertaining. It has espionage, intrigue, and sex. What more can you ask for from a documentary?

The story of course is one that we already know. The press has covered it in many varied ways, including an informative and well produced FRONTLINE titled WIKISecrets. However, what Gibney brings to the table is an ability to humanize this story in ways that inform far more fully than traditional reporting ever could. Under Gibney’s treatment, the story of WikiLeaks transforms into one of hubris run amok or in the case of Manning, into the story of a young man with noble intentions and a deep desire to connect.

The portrayal of Assange is truly fascinating. He is a man spiraling towards decline and the viewer can not look away from the screen. To make matters worse, Assange seems intent on doing it in front of the cameras. My soul sister, Edwina Margaret Rose Monsoon once said, “I PR things!!!” If there were ever a clear example of what she meant, it ass2would be Assange. He manipulated the story and made it entirely about himself. In the process, he made Wikileaks a household name and himself a martyr for free speech. The coup for Gibney in his portrayal of Assange is landing an interview with one of the women involved with Assange and the source of his legal troubles. What we discover is the bizarre case of no case at all. The women in the case originally wanted Assange to take an AIDS test. It escalated only because Assange, smartly so, labeled himself “the persecuted” and carried this banner all the way to the Ecuadorian Embassy in London. It was a smart play recognized by everyone around him but not by the legions of followers he developed over this period. The theme of Assange’s story as presented by Gibney is that if you are going to act like a martyr then you better be a saint, and Assange is no saint. Hypocrisy drips from every one of his actions; his nonexistent editing protocols; the interjection of his personal politics; his sexual escapades; his procreation; and his seeking asylum from Ecuador. Ecuador?! Really?!

The heart of We Steal Secrets, however, is with the absent party in the film, Manning. Gibney did not obtain an interview for this film; instead he uses text from Manning’s conversation with Lamo to create a truly compelling portrayal of a troubled young man. The text appears against a monochromatic screen, and the effect is haunting. I mannhave very conflicting feelings about men like Manning and Snowden. On one hand, they entered into contractual obligations with the government and violated those agreements. On the other, I can not say with conviction that Manning and Snowden are not correct; that perhaps these are secrets that belong in the public discourse. I do not think I’ll ever find an answer to that question that fully satisfies me, and perhaps the truth is in the middle. However, I do not believe that you can watch this documentary and walk away from it feeling no form of sympathy towards Manning. In this regard, We Steal Secrets is the most effective.

The film presents a fair and complete picture and poses serious questions about the usefulness of government secrets and the need for public discussion. The denouement comes as General Michael Hayden, former CIA and NSA director, simply states “We steal secrets.” He could have added a “duh!” for emphasis, but it would have been too much. We Steal Secrets concerns itself with what we do with that understanding. What constitutes a secret? What limits does or can a society place on its government organizations? How should those who reveal secrets be punished? There are no easy answers, but Gibney presents a compelling case for why it is imperative that we have a debate about these issues.

It Couldn’t Be Done by Edgar Albert

Grace

 

 

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
      But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
      Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
      On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
      That couldn’t be done, and he did it!
  
 
Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
      At least no one ever has done it;”
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
      And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
      Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
      That couldn’t be done, and he did it.
  
 
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
      There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
      The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
      Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
      That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

Post Navigation