Part III of the Al-Faiz saga, which began with “State Secrets: A Theory of the Unconscious.” (If you’re unfamiliar with the Catastrophe, stories are posted with the most recently created appearing first. Thus, Chapter Three will appear above Chapter Two. This makes narrative and chronological order somewhat of a blender, which was already a point of contention within the texts themselves. It is my lack of technological savvy, and not some high-concept peccadillo, that makes this so. I would recommend reading “State Secrets” first, until I can resolve the problem. You can do this by clicking on the blue ‘Previous’ arrow on the upper right of the post.)
While waiting, having been told to wait indefinitely, I grew restless and artistic. I also saw the film “Flashdance.” As if for the first time.
The cinema of the 80s is one of my favorite old Wadis. I often roam her old valleys and riverbeds, marveling at the raw and un-coached honesty of that time. At the movies we are subject to ‘enormously powerful’ powers.
American Balls Again. The 80s were a time of enormous American balls. Most of the popular films were about freedom and independence (“Flashdance,” “Top Gun,” “Star Wars”).
Next Issue: Al Faiz IV: Deep Integration (Ibn al Gtr Draq and the War on Horror)
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There were always guitar draculas. Wherever there was a mountain or a plain or any kind of uneven surface, a guitar dracula could be heard, wailing at the consternation of landscape — it’s vexing, foolishly limited horizons.
A graphic novel of shuffled (tandem) notebooks. Al-Faiz: A Theory of the Unconscious. One page paints while the other dries.
This is how the state secrets were unwittingly, hopelessly shuffled. It’s in all of us. A tsunami of the unconscious. The bottom, after all, was the brightest point.
–From Al-Faiz, the Tandem Journals
It is a journal of salvation; a journey of deep and dangerous ravines. The thru-line a porcine corkscrew. (comet strikes Russia, pope retires. in what order exactly?) Shelley’s ghost. The ghost of the USS Cole. The myriad abysses of our childhood memories. Dead leaves blowing around in our wet heads, spontaneously combusting and seeding the next landscape with black bits of memory.
The trek to and from Al-Faiz is a matter of mortal consequence. We blunder along, nomadic, homeless, Bedouin all, until we are at last at home on the road. The road of and to our stories. Texts blend, sentences are cobbled, which we cling to with full animal intensity. Stories are life. Stories are lives. Our lives. A multitude of applications all drawing power from one central nervous system: the soaring abyss of the unconscious. The images below are presented in the order that they were conceived – clearly, the unconscious was the divine engine pulling the story forwards — I merely serve at the pleasure of the President. And wonder at the maestro’s Hammerklavier!
Al-Faiz: A Theory of the Unconscious. Episode II.
Al-Faiz: Trudging West to Die. Episode III.
For Immediate Release: WOOZY WISDOM AND THE DRAGON OF 2012 (Al-Faiz, Ep. III)