THE INFORMATION #724 MARCH 22, 2013

THE INFORMATION
#724 MARCH 22, 2013
Copyright 2013 FRANCIS DIMENNO
http://dimenno.gather.com
francisdimenno@yahoo.com

APATHY
Harold Wilson is going around the country stirring up apathy.–William Whitelaw

Hate is not the opposite of love; apathy is.–Rollo May

Apathy can be overcome by enthusiasm, and enthusiasm can only be aroused by two things: first, an ideal, with takes the imagination by storm, and second, a definite intelligible plan for carrying that ideal into practice.–Arnold J. Toynbee

Willpower is the key to success. Successful people strive no matter what they feel by applying their will to overcome apathy, doubt or fear.–Dan Millman

Apathy is a sort of living oblivion.–Horace Greeley

WHEN THIS WORLD CATCHES FIRE
BOOK THREE: SAVAGE NOXTOWN
CHAPTER SIX: PART THREE: BIG TROUBLE

“There is no such thing as heroes in this world. Trust no one.” said Baby Boy Maddox. He was standing in my kitchen eating directly from a can of tuna with no label and quoting the words of his hobo mentor Cadger Tandy—the very same man who Maddox quoted when repeating back the tales of the elusive and powerful early twentieth century puppet-master known as Cokey Stolas.

“Cokey Stolas was the man,” said Baby Boy Maddox, quoting his Hobo mentor Cadger Tandy, “Only Stolas wasn’t the only handle folks knew him by.  His name was Legion.”

“He was also known as Him As Must Not Be Mentioned– Write His Name on a Piece of Paper and Burn It—Never Let His Name Pass Your Lips for as Long as You Live— Let Him Be Obeyed.

Based on his wise sayings, folks called him The Man You Meet in Hell. Mr. Sleep in the Grave. The Jabbering Dynamo. Mr. Hammer-Come-Down-on-Your-Head. Mr. Shitfire and Brimstone. The Eagle On The Sunday Dollar. Mr. Take Your Lumps and Like It.

He went under a number of aliases. The Big Man—The Big Yellof—The Boss of the Boss of Bosses–Mr. Big.

“They called Stolas The Big Man because he WAS Big. Boy Howdy,  was he ever big. One of his tricks was how he always snuck up on you when you didn’t expect him, while you were setting back, maybe, in an easy chair or a plush sofa in the lobby of a fleabag Hotel. He came on like the hotel dick but all the time he was sussing you with his beady pig eyes. In his younger days he had black hair, thick as a plank, but as he aged the hairs still covered his scalp only they looked more like cactus needles.”

“They called him the Big Yellof for pert much the same reason. His bulk would loom large when he’d bustle through the narrow portal of a back-room tavern or gin mill, and cast his ever-beady eye over the regulars, to see who was on the lush and who was laying low, and spying around to find a main chance—some yekkman he could use as a cat’s paw for one of his corrupt schemes. Never bought a round himself, ner took a dram hisself. He just watched you. Watched all of us–with his piercing brown eyes.”

They called him The Boss of the Boss of Bosses on account of how, whenever there was a spat and someone had to bring it to a close, all he had to do was say “Want me to call BBB?” and usually nineteen times out of twenty, the beef would be squared. Nobody wanted to tangle assholes with BBB. He was a crazy Yellof when riled up. That was another name they had for him, too–The Kill Crazy Yellof.

“They called him Mr. Big because not only was he a big man but his name and reputation loomed large. Allus cutting a great big swath, he was, and the weak sisters knowed better than to stand in his way.”

“He was also known as Mr. Handsome. Mr. Stag. The Big Cat Who Craves Meat. The Oyster and His Tubs. The Pagan Suckled In A Creed Outworn. The Lion in His Den. The Deadly Cove.”

“Make no mistake, Stolas, even with his planky mop and his beady stare, was a good-looking man, in spite of all his beef. Back in them days, a fat man was attractive to the ladies–because it meant he was prosperous. ‘Mr. Handsome’ was maybe a bit of a stretch. He certainly didn’t ACT in a handsome way, so maybe it was a comment on his evil ways. They called him Mr. Stag because he didn’t seem to have much use for women folk. Now, every time he would go into a chophouse, all the waiters would get together and whisper, ‘Here Comes the Big Cat,” because he would allus clean the meat from off his plate but never touch the bread or other trimmings at all. And they also called him The Oyster and His Tubs because of that song, ‘Oyster Nan’, as went:

As Oyster Nan stood by her Tub,
To shew her vicious Inclination….

“They called him ‘Admiral of the Narrow Seas,’—never to his face–because one time he forgot hisself and got drunk and let loose a load of spue right into his neighbor’s lap.”

“They knowed him as The Pagan Suckled in a Creed Outworn because of what old Wordworth once said about Proteus rising from the sea—some say that Stolas looked the very spit and image of that bearded snake-belly—seaweed in his hair, and a big fork in his fist. They called him the Lion in His Den whenever he showed up in a low gambling dive—where he always managed to win, no matter which way the dice was fixed to roll. That’s also why they referred to him as ‘The Deadly Cove’.”

“On account of his myriad exploits they also called him Murder Man—as he was a killer. Mr. Clean Getaway—because every crooked judge in town was on his team. The Rackety Critter—because you always knew when he was in the room, even though he never had to raise his voice—when he was in a customhouse or the parlor of a Bordello, paterollin’ the premises with his beady eyes, a shiver would run down your spine, and you just KNEW. He was always INSPECTIN’. Maybe that’s why he was also known as Inspector Pig. . They called him the Bug-Pickin’ Scamp because he was always scratchin’ away at his scalp, whenever he thought was nobody was watchin’. I seen it my own self. They called him Mr. Feast on Rubble because he always found a way to turn disaster to his ‘vantage. He had other names too—names I never could figure out. Papa Bunk. I guess they called him that because he never told the truth if he could help it. Tiger Hand.  Because if you made him pissy, out would swoop that giant paw of his’n before you even knowed it. One swipe and you’d be on the floor. They called him Booger Bear because he was a dark man, with dark ways, and he sort of lumbered into a room–just like a circus bear. They knowed him as the Dog Bully because he carried a huge cane and if ever a watchdog looked at him crooked or even cross, let alone bark at him, wham would go the cane–right down on top of the critter’s noggin.”

“These are stories that was told to me, ” Tandy said to Baby Boy Maddox, “but I would bet that all of them was true. It was clear just from the look of him that even the lowest low down dog knew better than to want to get on the wrong side of that Yellof.”

Previous: http://www.thenoiseboard.com/index.php?showtopic=218311&st=25
1*SALUTATION
PSYCHEDELIA FROM THAILAND
http://dangerousminds.net/comments/mindblowing_psychedelia_from_thailand

2*REFERENCE
IT FELT LIKE A KISS
“The story of an enchanted world that was built by American power as it became supreme…and how those living in that dream world responded to it” He has also said; “it’s trying to show to you that the way you feel about yourself and the way you feel about the world today is a political product of the ideas of that time [the 1960s]”.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It_Felt_Like_a_Kiss

3*HUMOR
HARVEY KURTZMAN
PINOCCHIO RETOLD (1960)
http://thegoldenagesite.blogspot.com/2012/02/harvey-kurtzman-1924-1993-pinocchio.html

4*NOVELTY
5*AVATAR OF THE ZEITGEIST
THE TURN AGAINST NABOKOV
http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2013/02/the-turn-against-nabokov.html

6* DAILY UTILITY
HOW TO MAKE A HAPPENING
http://www.ubu.com/sound/kaprow.html

7*CARTOON
A MONTH IN THE LIFE OF COMICS
http://boards.collectors-society.com/ubbthreads.php?ubb=showflat&Number=691244

8*PRESCRIPTION                                                                                                                                  COMICS FROM 1941
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/thedailymirror/2011/02/whats-your-favorite-comic-from-1941.html

9*RUMOR PATROL
AL CAPP AND THE FBI
http://www.naderlibrary.com/matthewinman.alclapp.htm

10* LAGNIAPPE
WOODWARD’S BELUSHI BOOK RIDDLED WITH FACTUAL ERRORS
http://www.slate.com/articles/arts/culturebox/2013/03/bob_woodward_and_gene_sperling_what_woodward_s_john_belushi_book_can_tell.html

11* DEVIATIONS FROM THE PREPARED TEXT: A REVIEW OF OTHER MEDIA
WHY I HATE CAPTAIN HOOK
He favors human bondage
And other forms of slavery.
So Captain Hook is louche
And mostly quite unsavory.
The victim of libido
And crocodilian bravery.

CONTROVERSIES IN POPULAR CULTURE. 678.
ANTI-WAR SONGS: A SELECTION
PART THREE: SATIRE

MADE FOR TV
SO AFRAID OF THE RUSSIANS

XTC
GENERALS AND MAJORS

THE KINKS
YES SIR, NO SIR

ROBYN HITCHCOCK & THE EGYPTIANS
THE YIP SONG

COUNTRY JOE AND THE FISH
FEEL LIKE I’M FIXIN’ TO DIE

THE BEATLES
THE CONTINUING STORY OF BUNGALOW BILL

ELVIS COSTELLO
TWO LITTLE HITLERS

PHIL OCHS
WHEN IN ROME

LYRICS:
WHEN IN ROME
In the fire blue forests, faded and forgotten
I crawled through the cotton fields, picking for cotton
The overseer sneered, his whipping was rotten
With ecstasy.

I’m child-like terror I tore out the tap roots
Cards of the lash were calling to follow suit
I dashed for the swamps, the hounds in hot pursuit
Jealously.

All through the night a figure of fright, as I hid my head
And the buried their nose in a cut of my cloths, now torn in shreds
And they never would leave until they believed that I was dead
But I’d never curse their names

Oh, who am I to blame
I know I’d do the same
Endlessly.
And all the high-born ladies

So lovely and so true,
Have been handed to the soldiers
When in Rome do as the Romans do.
Frail and afraid in the mists of the morning

The snakes and the spiders were sadly performing
The bark of the dogs kept up the warning
Inside the wood.
Sweating and swearing I crawled from the manger

The highway appeared to take me from danger
Is there anyone here who would pick up a stranger?
Oh I wish you could.
Then someone replied “would you like a ride?”

“Come in” he said.
We drove for a while, he gave me a smile and a piece of bread
The hammer was hard in the chrome of the car as I cracked his head
Then we took off in a spin

Oh I smashed his skull again
Oh thank you my good friend,
I feel so good.
And all the high-born ladies

So lovely and so true,
Have been handed to the soldiers
When in Rome do as the Romans do.
Late in the evening I came to the city

I fell to the sidewalks sighing for pity
A diamond was dropped from the hands of the pretty
To be so kind.
Cowards and corpses were busy competing

The rhymes of the riots were busy repeating
I raced to the corner and sped(?) from the speeding
To save my mind.
Latches and locks, companies of cops ran from the rain

There was silk in the stores for the whims of the whores
That shone with shame.
I asked for a light from a priest in the night
Then I fanned the flames.

And the traffic all stood still
To see if someone had been killed
I was glad to leave a thrill
So far behind.

And all the high-born ladies
So lovely and so true,
Have been handed to the soldiers
When in Rome do as the Romans do.

A monk and his mother were dancing so dandy
A topless nun was handing out candy
The beautiful bishop broke out the brandy
The kiss we crave.

They stuttered and stammered, would I feel like staying
We fell to our knees, feverishly praying
the salt in the salt-peter seemed to be saying
Be brave, be brave.

I reached reached for a robe, I preached and I probed
And I taught the tune.
And the greed for the gills was played to the hilt
As I promised doom

I toyed with their fears, until coins and tears filled the room
Then I took off down the road
Laughing madly like a toad
God bless every soulless soul

That would be saved.
And all the high-born ladies
So lovely and so true,
Have been handed to the soldiers

When in Rome do as the Romans do.
A chorus of children were passing the hours
I joined in their fun and gave them my flowers
Covered with kisses and showered with showers

That they repaid.
Taken and trusting, would I be their teacher?
She looked so appealing, I wanted to touch her
Just out of reach, unable to reach her

Their hands were raised.
Charmed by the chalk, the lessons were taught, inside the class
They studied the rules of the samurai schools, they had to pass
The room was adjourned, the lessons were learned,

I turned on the gas
And I watched them make their pleas
They passed the test with ease
I gave them their degrees,

They made the grade.
And all the high-born ladies
So lovely and so true,
Have been handed to the soldiers

When in Rome do as the Romans do.
Feeling my weakness, a coward for company
I joined the ranks of the hot and hungry
To teach what it means to have love for your country

We marched away.
We lowered our lives for the lines of a border
We danced with the mothers, played with the daughters
We followed our fantasies, following orders

It was child’s play.
After the war the bullets were bored so we capped the game
With cynical smiles we put them on trial to place the blame
Now what kind of beast would love such a feast

Have you no shame?
So we hung the by the feet
Oh, we shot them in the street
Oh, the victory was sweet

on victory day.
And all the high-born ladies
So lovely and so true,
Have been handed to the soldiers

When in Rome do as the Romans do.
The bread and the circuses came to be nearing
The Saviour or somebody must be appearing
Pagans and pageants were all disappearing

Inside my head.
The stones on the statues were staring and stalling
Caesar and Cassius were cursing and calling
The empire had risen and now it was falling

Or so it seemed.
The crown and the cross seemed empty and lost in dark despair
And luminous lies, death in disguise were everywhere
The canvas was cold, the story was old, I said my prayers

Then I crowned him on the head
Oh, I blessed him as he bled
Oh At last, the king is dead
God save the queen.

And all the high-born ladies
So lovely and so true,
Have been handed to the soldiers
When in Rome do as the Romans do.

Now nothing remained for building or burning
The losing of lovers was all I was learning
A time for escape and a time for returning had come to me
Back through the ashes and back through the embers

Back through the roads and the ruins I remembered
My hands at my side I sadly surrendered
Do as you please.
The hero was home, proven and grown, I fell on the floor

Mad with romance they started to dance, their star was born
I bled like the rain, exploded in pain, then I screamed for more
Oh, make me feel sublime
Release me from my mind

Oh, Kill me one more time
And set me free.
And all the high-born ladies
So lovely and so true,

Have been handed to the soldiers
When in Rome do as the Romans do.

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