If everything has changed why does it all wear the same old outfits and say the same old words?

[seemslikeadream]

http://web.archive.org/web/20070304133650/http://www.intrepidtrips.com/

THE REAL WAR
Ken Kesey

I could have written this better on 9-11-'01, the day it was happening-- if I could have written. Everything was so clear that day, so unencumbered by theories and opinions, by thought, even. It just was. All just newborn images, ripped fresh from that monsterous pair of thighs thrust smoking into the morning sunshine. All just amatuer cameras allowing us to witness the developing drama in sweeping handheld seizures. All just muffled mikes recording murmered gasps....
Now, more than a week has passed. The cameras are in the grips of professionals, and the microphones are in the hands of the media. Bush has just finished his big talk to Congress and the men in suits are telling us what the men in uniforms are going to do to the men in turbins if they don't turn over the men in hiding. The talk was planned to prepare us for war. It's going to get messy, everyone agrees. It's going to last for years and probably decades, everybody ruefully conceeds. Nothing will ever be the same, everybody eventually declares.
Then why does it all sound so familiar? So cozy and comfortable? Was it the row after row of dark blue suits, broken only by grim clusters of highranking uniforms all drizzling ribbons and medals? If everything has changed (as we all knew that it had on that first day) why does it all wear the same old outfits and say the same old words?

[LARED]

1. Ken Kesey ?

Somehow it's just not surprising.

[petgoat]

2. Thank you LARED.

Ken Kesey. The observation of the towers as thighs instead of phalluses
is profound, original, and necessary.

But you mount an ad hominem attack you don't bother to substantiate.
On the stock boards we call this "FUD."

Have you read Sometimes a Great Notion ?

It's IMHO one of the Great Books, despite the fact that its author was
only 24 years old and amazingly distracted by a number of contemporary
1964 issues.

Hunter Thompson, Ken Kesey... Who else have we lost who could have
guided us?

[LARED]

4. What are you talking about?

First off as a matter of opinion, The observation of the towers as thighs instead of phalluses
is profound, original, and necessary. is hardly profound, or necessary. I guess it's orginal.
?
What ad hominem attack are you talkin gabout

[AZCat]

5. Why do we have to view the towers as either?

Can't the towers just be tall buildings rather than sexual symbols - isn't that enough?

[petgoat]

6. The destruction of the towers was performance art.

It's an image as strong as anything in the Tarot, an image to last
a thousand years, one that Albert Speer would have admired greatly.

That being the case, analysis of all aspects of the performance is
important in analyzing its effects. Towers are commonly viewed as
phallic, and I had considered that in reaching my own opinion that
plane-crashes-without-collapses would not be "just as good" as what
happened, because the burned out towers would stand as a monument
to endurance, not as a symbol of vulnerability.

Kesey's observation that the dual towers represented the female
thighs may help explain the resonance the images had with women
across the land--the soccer moms turned security moms.

edited for typos

[AZCat]

7. This is an area where I humbly step aside.

I haven't ever been good at understanding the symbolism of various things - too literal I guess.

[Contrite]

8. Like the symbolism in Pan's Labyrinth

Looks like the female reproductive system, as pointed out on Bill Maher's show.

Labyrinth, labia?

A key to the nature of the Sacred Prostitute can be found in Crowley's spelling of the word Babalon. Aba is a Hebrew word for "father." The father lies within Babalon, he grows within her womb. Labyrinth and Labia share an interesting orthography even though they are not related by root. Babalon is she who contains her own father in the entirety of his Name. Babalon is she who gives birth to her own father. In so doing, Babalon stands outside of time. Her throne sits in eternity; in the Egyptian afterworld of amenta. The labyrinth with its false starts and stops can only exist in time. The journey through the labyrinth to the Sacred Prostitute in the guise of Babalon is a journey through time to eternity.

http://w3.iac.net/~moonweb/archives/LM/LM.html

[Lithos]

9. Fraid it looks like a head with goat horns

Exactly like the one which serves as the centerpiece of the archway at the top of the poster - obviously a label for what was inside the walls.

As Freud said, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

L-

[Contrite]

12. So does this

And the sexual references in O'Keefe's paintings are legion.

A review of Pan's Labyrinth states:

The film has been compared to the story of Alice in Wonderland, and it is indeed a valid comparison. Like Alice, Ofelia is a young girl on the verge of womanhood, and her trips through the labyrinth serve as a sort of metaphor for her budding sexuality. While it is not the main theme of the film, it is one of the most prominent. In fact, much of the imagery in the film suggests this comparison outright, such as the oft-mentioned vaginal tree that Ofelia must enter and reinvigorate, or when she cradles a Mandrake root in her arms like a child, and then later "gives birth" to it by placing it in a bowl of milk. The character of Pan himself, traditionally seen as a figure associated with sexuality, is the one who awakens Ofelia and sets her on her journey of discovery.

http://creature-corner.com/?type=reviews&id=2114

[seemslikeadream]

10. Looks like the female

[Contrite]

11. Ooooh. Enigma and Georgia O'Keefe at once.

Be still my heart!

[seemslikeadream]

13. We'll rest in peace on my rivers of belief

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfV6TqWU6_A



Take me back to the rivers of belief
Take me back to the rivers of belief
My friend

I look inside my heart
I look inside my soul
I promise you
I will return

And when the lamb
Opened the seventh seal
Silence covered the sky

Take me back to the rivers of belief
Take me back to the rivers of belief
My friend

I look inside my heart
I look inside my soul
I'm reaching out for you
Lets hope one day
We'll rest in peace on my rivers of belief

[Contrite]

14. Thank you, my friend. n/t

[petgoat]

3. Kesey said "Follow all the wires, and they all lead back to the

Bank of America."

He was talking in 1970, but it's even more true today.