“North Korea presented a lavish welcome on Monday to its latest visiting delegation, the New York Philharmonic…The North Koreans opened the door to some 400 people, the largest contingent of Americans to visit this isolated, totalitarian state since the Korean War ended in 1953. The group includes musicians, orchestra staff, television production crews and 80 journalists, as well as patrons who paid $100,000 a couple.

The Philharmonic will play in the East Pyongyang Grand Theater, where music of Gershwin, Dvorak and Wagner, not to mention the American and North Korean national anthems, is to be broadcast live on state radio and television. That will be a novelty for a populace shut off from the world by government censorship.”

And it would have been a novelty in the US had stations other than CNN broadcast this positive event. Perhaps America would once again adopt the “novel” idea that genuine change is best achieved through peaceful trade and voluntary exchange of cultural products.

Oscar Offal

Aesthetics, Film, Hollywood, Pop-Culture, The Zeitgeist

I haven’t seen any one of the films nominated, so I’ll withhold judgment. I’m curious about what appears outwardly to be a thriller, “No Country for Old Men.” Although it’s not impossible, knowing Hollywood’s devotion to the Goddess Gaia, that it’s a disguised message about global warming.

I’m certainly not likely to put myself through a “sensitive” flick that deals with teen turmoil. “Juno” was written by Hollywood’s latest IT girl. You know Diablo Cody is an authentic individualist, at least as defined by Hollywood hollow heads and public school pedagogues. Her “originality” is evident from her outré sense of dress, tattoos, and the knack for spluttering mind-numbing clichés. She also speaks in that Anna-Marie-Cox (Wonkette) inflection used in commercials directed at the cool crowd that reads the New York Times.

Marion Cotillard: a delightful French singer/actress who portrayed Edith Piaf in “La Vie En Rose.” Not my idea of a fun film, but the lady was delightful and was dressed ever-so elegantly. How long before she gets skankified? Make haste, Marion, go back to France.

All the hype about red gowns, notwithstanding, no one but Heidi Klum can carry off bright red. Klum is indeed a ravishing beauty, but she’s looking like a “Muselmann”—her total weight must equal the weight of her bones.

Cameron Diaz: The John Galliano frock did not finesse those flat, coarse features and thick leathery skin. All in all, the off-the-shoulder look requires perfect neck-jaw-bosom line. Although I don’t much care for Cruz, Penélope’s off-the-shoulder black number did it for me; she looked lovely. The dress didn’t plunge, but had been softened with a few fluffy plumes. Bedsides which she has the slight build to pull it off.

I am none the wiser about the silly, slushy movie “Enchanted” and its stars, but I’ll say this much about Amy Adams, who ever she is: The reddish locks, white flawless skin, and greed gown made for a beguiling blend.

Not well turned-out was Daniel Day-Lewis in gold pirate earring and a carefully disheveled coiffe. He is compared to Robert De Niro, but the latter is as manly as you get. A good actor too.

This here is a photo of a very great beauty. Here Julie Christie is again. This here is a photo of someone who is not a great beauty: The large, manly, expanses of forehead, the stupid smile, and the less-than-chiseled jaw. The eyes are more cow-like than captivating. It’s fine to find this common Hispanic look attractive, but it isn’t beautiful.

America’s idea of beauty now resembles its idea of good food; cheap and nasty.

The less said about Nicole Kidman the better. I liked her when her hair flowed in red ringlets, her blue eyes pierced, and her lips were thin. I tried to locate photos of Kidman before her make-over, but my PC was mysteriously assailed, and, subsequently crashed. Seriously, it’s impossible to find old images of the woman on the Internet. Oh, here are some from Malice.

Her acting too has become awfully affectatious. I watched Kidman in “Birth” (on TV; I’d never pay to see that bit of torture) with the fascination with which you’d watch maggots crawl in and out a CSI corpse. She was repulsive: she must have just had her mouth inflated, because she wouldn’t stop working it—the drooling thing assumed a life of its own. The object of her spittle was a ten year old boy—yeah, I know.

Lastly, Jon Stewart was rather weak.

Updated: The Magic Of MacNeice

Aesthetics, Art, English, Literature, The West

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Beauty is the best antidote to politics, my daily drudgery. The poetry of Louis MacNeice is a salve for the soul. It inoculates against the Maya Angelou bastardizations. (She was court poet to the Clintons.)

From “Louis MacNeice From Cradle to Grave“:
The final poem in Louis MacNeice’s collection Plant and Phantom (1941) is the lyric, “Cradle Song”:

Sleep, my darling, sleep;
The pity of it all
Is all we compass if
We watch disaster fall.
Put off your twenty-odd
Encumbered years and creep
Into the only heaven,
The robbers’ cave of sleep.

The wild grass will whisper,
Lights of passing cars
Will streak across your dreams
And fumble at the stars;
Life will tap the window
Only too soon again,
Life will have her answer –
Do not ask her when.
When the winsome bubble
Shivers, when the bough
Breaks, will be the moment
But not here or now.
Sleep and, asleep, forget
The watchers on the wall
Awake all night who know
The pity of it all.

Update: Please people, this post was about transcendence. I mean, I’m no poetry expert, but I know beauty when I read it. That’s why I like MacNeice. So I beg of our reader hereunder, spare me mumbo-jumbo. Give us “Snow,” rather, will you, please?

Updated: Militant Mama Obama

America, Barack Obama, Democrats, Education, Elections 2008, Media, Race

Exhibit #2 in my case against Barack’s bride: “As a black man, you know, Barack can get shot going to the gas station.” So spoke M. Obama.

Indeed, “Michelle Obama’s gaseous swipe reminds me of the last two black men picked off while pumping gas. Wait a sec, I got my facts topsy-turvy. Two of the D.C Snipers’ 13 victims were murdered in gas stations. Neither was black. The Snipers, on the other hand, were both black. The pattern of racial victimization in the country Mrs. Obama will likely officiate as first lady is unidirectional.”

In “Militant Mama Obama,” I make the case that, “if anything, her charmed life has made Michelle Obama more racially militant.”

Updated: “Michelle Obama thesis was on racial divide,” reports Jeffrey Ressner of the Politico.
So the moribund media is catching up with us and reporting on the thesis I mentioned in Militant Mama Obama.

Questionnaires, the kind M. Obama relied on to arrive at her conclusions, are notoriously unreliable and riddled with bias. Methodology aside, this woman is an identity activist through-and-through.

She concluded:

“I hoped that these findings would help me conclude that despite the high degree of identification with whites as a result of the educational and occupational path that black Princeton alumni follow, the alumni would still maintain a certain level of identification with the black community. However, these findings do not support this possibility.”

In Mama Obama’s view, blacks at Princeton assimilated excessively. Also, in her first sentence above, she ought to have written, “I HAD hoped…”