Image and Quote by CM for i2i designs international.
Copyright 2012. All Rights Reserved.
Ed Strong posted in the wizard The Mustard Cutting Club on Facebook:
"We’ve become seriously addicted to ourselves.
Stroking egos in solitude, we make-believe
friends on neural networks. [pace Walter Benjamin]"
'Well yes, to varying degrees. Losing sight of the delusional danger is key- I am rather glad to say that that does not apply to me since those with the eyes to see recognise that I do my level best to
abuse neural networks with every creative resource available to me.
I view what I do as 'post-post-modern-pretend-pret
Is my mail-box full to bursting every day as would befit a 'something' with 5000+ fans- absolutely not. Is that a dichotomy? Not at all.
From the outset I made no secret of the fact that I created this place [The Mustard Cutters Club] to be a place of guaranteed diversion on bland Facebook. People who cannot live with that concept of fun leave or get permanently banned.
Unlike in real life, here a tyrannical simplicity prevails and the black balls are by no means in just my hands. I am in no way looking for a fight but a jolly good laugh t the expense of the terminally anal would be wonderful.' CM
I view what I do as 'post-post-modern-pretend-pret
Is my mail-box full to bursting every day as would befit a 'something' with 5000+ fans- absolutely not. Is that a dichotomy? Not at all.
From the outset I made no secret of the fact that I created this place [The Mustard Cutters Club] to be a place of guaranteed diversion on bland Facebook. People who cannot live with that concept of fun leave or get permanently banned.
Unlike in real life, here a tyrannical simplicity prevails and the black balls are by no means in just my hands. I am in no way looking for a fight but a jolly good laugh t the expense of the terminally anal would be wonderful.' CM
'A man whose first love is the pursuance of truth should never have children, particularly female children.' CM
'Women- all the colours in all the sizes, are of NO sexual interest to me whatsoever and for some unaccountable reason an awful lot of them seem to take both overt and covert exception to that- I love saying it. LOL.' CM
'It is no secret I am well out of sorts with sports. If they are to remain they should all be contestable at all levels- team, or individually, by PEOPLE and NOT segregated into gender-centric activities.
Men and women can play around at whatever fitness or games activity they want BUT surely what matters is how fast a human being/a person can run 100 metres and it should be open to all. If women
Men and women can play around at whatever fitness or games activity they want BUT surely what matters is how fast a human being/a person can run 100 metres and it should be open to all. If women
can't compete then bite the bullet bitches- no-one is really interested in how you conveniently segregate yourselves to suit yourselves.
When a female tennis player gets ranked inside the best 100 players in the world [male or female] then that would be of some interest. But outside those parameters you are being such hypocrites wielding positive discrimination to your own advantage.
And is women being sporty interesting- most men would say that women's sport is only interesting from a sexually voyeuristic angle.
As a gay man quite unable to rationalise the existence of our obsession with sport I confess I do watch it BUT because male sports is really interesting from a sexually voyeuristic angle. I mean, massive bears in lycra slinging hammers- what's not to
like.' CM
When a female tennis player gets ranked inside the best 100 players in the world [male or female] then that would be of some interest. But outside those parameters you are being such hypocrites wielding positive discrimination to your own advantage.
And is women being sporty interesting- most men would say that women's sport is only interesting from a sexually voyeuristic angle.
As a gay man quite unable to rationalise the existence of our obsession with sport I confess I do watch it BUT because male sports is really interesting from a sexually voyeuristic angle. I mean, massive bears in lycra slinging hammers- what's not to
like.' CM
'All my life I have actively encouraged others to raise their own bar, to reach far until perhaps they experiencing over-reaching themselves; the pain of that is salutary and profoundly maturational. Lately there is a strong sense of people having set their own bar at a delusional height: they fight over the question of whether or not they have reached it; they squeal in mock-shock appeals that th
ey are palpably the done deal. In this way, at a stroke they are rejecting learning, education and improving. They square up to anyone who represents the gates of reality to them, and the invite in, with such feral hatred. The process is not good. Only conflict will come from it. Those egos gifted with not much more than weapons of destruction will do for us all rather than reach for a dictionary or take a criticism on the chin.' CM
I CANNOT HIDE YOU FROM THE RAIN
'I am dying myself blue
to paint the sky a lie for you
but you won't stop your shopping to
look up from the money.
This is that mad bit
when honey starts to taste so bitter.
In your speak, this is sweet,
its time to take account.
'I am dying myself blue
to paint the sky a lie for you
but you won't stop your shopping to
look up from the money.
This is that mad bit
when honey starts to taste so bitter.
In your speak, this is sweet,
its time to take account.
What we amount to yeah..
What we amount to yeah..
its comes to nothing.
I'm counting fingers, counting thumbs-
only sadness this way comes.
Girl I cannot hide you from the rain.'
Song Lyric CM Copyright 2012 Al Rights Reserved.
What we amount to yeah..
its comes to nothing.
I'm counting fingers, counting thumbs-
only sadness this way comes.
Girl I cannot hide you from the rain.'
Song Lyric CM Copyright 2012 Al Rights Reserved.
'Your man-made and unjust God will still be nowhere and without a care when you are dead and rendered less than dust BUT by then you may yet have met one of the many true Gods- someone neither this or that, no he nor she, no drab delusional prat in a vast authoritative hat; a neo-being capable of seeing all your glaring folly and caring not one jot, somewhere where nothing much matters much as has been the case for aeons.' CM
'Shortly a change is afoot for me here- I might as well be hung for a smile as twelve inches of silver.' CM
'Small change, big ideas, everybody's dreams are in arrears- could you pass me my arse good fellow, I want to bellow something farcical of no consequence whatever.' CM
'I am planting up large stone pots- ten of them, weathered and old, they are intended to dance for mid-August. Just about on course then. Later I shall be writing, re-vamping FB and my websites. It is Ladies semi-finals day at Wombledon- excuse me while I refrain from being captivated by the boredom of that. I have a new drawing in mind 'The Field Of Scorn'. My man is back being a genius with the
brush. I had recorded a documentary about the plight of young people and the poor in Greece and I watched it last night. The third world is knocking on the door of Europe. In the cradle of civilisation there were so many reasons on film to make me cry. Mmm, when anyone asks me why I live constantly with the desire to die, the list just grows longer.' CM
'Never much taken by cats, I was once utterly captivated by the two California Rag-doll cats who shared the life of the very talented screenwriter Diane Drake- [solely responsible for arguably the best ever rom-com script and film made to date- it goes to Positano Italy, as the writer intended, so, for me, it edges Notting Hill and Four Weddings and a Funeral..just. Yay! America winning out for o
nce. Maybe it is because I adore Robert Downey Junior. Regardless- I never tire of watching it and the script is both coherent and intelligent.]
Diane has long been friends with PR guru Julie Walke- and it was she who introduced us when they were both living in La Jolla. We ate out and also had dinner at her house where you had to relate to these incredible cats as large as dogs: their presence was startling, clearly they thought they had the better of all of us [perhaps they had] AND I remember them as breathtakingly beautiful.
I also remember Diane's IMMACULATE study- [I am messy] not a thing out of place and thinking I wish I had her business brain and sense of focus. She has written 'What Women Want' among others. This lady has the ability to tackle the Gordian knot of Hollywood studio politics and also write damn good scripts. I just know there is a film in her, perhaps in another genre than rom-com, which will astonish us. I can't wait. Meanwhile- thank you so very much for the memories.' CM
Diane has long been friends with PR guru Julie Walke- and it was she who introduced us when they were both living in La Jolla. We ate out and also had dinner at her house where you had to relate to these incredible cats as large as dogs: their presence was startling, clearly they thought they had the better of all of us [perhaps they had] AND I remember them as breathtakingly beautiful.
I also remember Diane's IMMACULATE study- [I am messy] not a thing out of place and thinking I wish I had her business brain and sense of focus. She has written 'What Women Want' among others. This lady has the ability to tackle the Gordian knot of Hollywood studio politics and also write damn good scripts. I just know there is a film in her, perhaps in another genre than rom-com, which will astonish us. I can't wait. Meanwhile- thank you so very much for the memories.' CM
'Friends [loosely used in VR] who send me invites to totally NAFF Facebook or other APPS will be routinely executed via the delete button. C'est la vie! You clearly have no understanding of moi whatsoever.' CM
'Gods, like house-guests overstaying their welcome, are prone to cause a stink after three days just like forgotten cod.' CM
'Is there such a thing as clitoris envy? I do know that the medical archive tells us that the longest clitoris on record, to date [Victorian era] is thirteen inches. She was Caucasian middle-class and could afford to approach doctors with her large problem. Wooing a lady in those days was an enormous trial- getting to last base involved holding a degree in the physics of underclothing: after such an effort what effect would such a sight have had on romeo? Just pondering. And remember 13" is the longest 'known to science' which allows for the possibility that somewhere in the world a girl could be possessed of more.' CM
'I am on my twelfth garden- basically shaved lawns with many wild islands, and up and overs, another 'lost' victorian technique. My fine artist man is creating an expressionist garden around an old fallen oak- that is an evolution of what we have done elsewhere; it is magical. I like to see nature bargain with us on a daily basis. She can be a bitch but I worship her.' CM
'Whatever you think about me: real friends, pretend friends, enemies; we breathe the same increasingly poisonous air and will end our disparate days in strangely similar ways. I absolutely guarantee that in the moment of your last intake of breath you will not be cursing diversity.' CM
'I don't think it is possible for an undivided self to be happy in the sentimental sense of the word anymore. With the advent of almost instantaneous worldwide communications via addictive devices which have become considered safe and welcome assets in our homes and lives there is very little defense from the horror of our global selves without resorting to indifference and this inevitably creates
a psychological schism.
Additionally I have lately been much taken by a view once spouted by William Burroughs and recently revived by the film critic Mark Kermode in his introduction to the seminal film 'Benny's Video', a view ironically shared by that film's maker, that the advent of the immediately accessible photographic was not a good thing on so many levels.
It allowed people to record their own images and dispense with artists and artistry and proceed to adore their own results for purely sentimental reasons.
This in turn led to them rejecting imagery by true artists that did not relate to their own experience of capturing images or to their own sentimental values. If any image made them think, they would do with it what they had already learned to do with information that might impinge on their real or delusional state of happiness- it got dumped in the depository of another self; another self created to find a means of not letting reality spoil the party.
That is why I say that I don't think it is possible for the whole human to be happy by whatever definition of that word- it means so many things, conveniently. What we have now is a truly disregarding and obviously deluding part of ourselves which we can dissociate from the party pooper.
Splitting mechanisms include all manner of escapist behaviour, alcohol and any other substance to hand. The depth of what we now know is so challenging to us all that we cannot exactly blame ourselves for seeking a release from the vast mountain to climb that it represents. Knowledge is exceedingly difficult to unlearn or forget- more so if it has been drilled into minds with sound and vidi bites.
You could try living without the stimulus of world wide media, you could eschew all photography and film and attempt a return to a life of books without photographic illustrations, art in all its original forms and gardening. You would be so much the better for it and I wish you immense luck with it.
Meanwhile, if you do believe that you are happy, my thesis is that you could only be that if you have separated yourself from your 'other' self that has absorbed all of the many reasons why you could not possibly be happy. You are happy in spite of what you know BUT choose to forget. I cannot embrace that position with any sense of hope or joy.' CM
Additionally I have lately been much taken by a view once spouted by William Burroughs and recently revived by the film critic Mark Kermode in his introduction to the seminal film 'Benny's Video', a view ironically shared by that film's maker, that the advent of the immediately accessible photographic was not a good thing on so many levels.
It allowed people to record their own images and dispense with artists and artistry and proceed to adore their own results for purely sentimental reasons.
This in turn led to them rejecting imagery by true artists that did not relate to their own experience of capturing images or to their own sentimental values. If any image made them think, they would do with it what they had already learned to do with information that might impinge on their real or delusional state of happiness- it got dumped in the depository of another self; another self created to find a means of not letting reality spoil the party.
That is why I say that I don't think it is possible for the whole human to be happy by whatever definition of that word- it means so many things, conveniently. What we have now is a truly disregarding and obviously deluding part of ourselves which we can dissociate from the party pooper.
Splitting mechanisms include all manner of escapist behaviour, alcohol and any other substance to hand. The depth of what we now know is so challenging to us all that we cannot exactly blame ourselves for seeking a release from the vast mountain to climb that it represents. Knowledge is exceedingly difficult to unlearn or forget- more so if it has been drilled into minds with sound and vidi bites.
You could try living without the stimulus of world wide media, you could eschew all photography and film and attempt a return to a life of books without photographic illustrations, art in all its original forms and gardening. You would be so much the better for it and I wish you immense luck with it.
Meanwhile, if you do believe that you are happy, my thesis is that you could only be that if you have separated yourself from your 'other' self that has absorbed all of the many reasons why you could not possibly be happy. You are happy in spite of what you know BUT choose to forget. I cannot embrace that position with any sense of hope or joy.' CM
'It has been such a thoroughly shit day and I am contemplating ending it by going to bed early. I have the drugs to make an early night work for me. Too many and I don't wake up again- what bliss. All of our lives are nothing more or less than long suicide notes kept going by our innate cowardice.' CM
'Living can become merely surviving a 'constant with no hope of abating' maelstrom of trivial and utterly pretentious questions of no real consequence when all you ever need to answer is the one thing: is it better to breathe or to to die. I am deafened by the execrable cacophony of mankind's inquiring arrogance; the belligerent pursuance of some misguided belief that it is intended to be more than what it it actually is, and how to get there.' CM
'Graceless, waste of space book, is almost utterly devoid of style, panache, wit, manners and originality. It is a vast cathedral for those addicted to the banal where they may come and mutually masturbate in rituals that eulogize over the infertile, the bland, the moribund, the sentimental and the over-egged. Approach any true creative envelope and you can sniff the scent of senseless war brewing
- grunts and bigoted cunts feeding their spite weaponry with all the might and force of their underwhelming education, setting their sights on anything and anyone that makes them think in any colour other than pink. The whole thing stinks- I have to wear a metaphorical gas-mask just to remain here ducking bullets.' CM
'Because of my overall training I am very prone to take a more academic view than my respected friend Si Philbrook and often wade in proactively: too tutorly for some who believe they are above learning and too acerbic for others who seek to deny me my right to express a taste or preference and, when pushed, to explain honestly why. 'Critique' does not mean 'lick my arse' in American English- not to my knowledge: in English English it is a very engaging process core to education at the higher levels. Of course this can be circumvented via the internet by purchasing whatever qualification you want. What a strange way to squander any hard earned dollar or quid courtesy of the state- eh mates?' CM
'My 'giving' account is vastly in debt and it is very clear that I and the world and his robber dog have been taking conscious advantage of my generosity for far too long. How stultifying, suffocating, disappointing and downright boring is that! I foresee no change to better MY situation. YOU go on concentrating fully on YOUR lot- you are clearly so blinkered it may well be all you've got. NOT MY PROBLEM!' CM
'It seems that my fortune is to endure the fact that my very belief in things often sows the seeds of their demise- I had so much confidence in THE QUEER MESSIAH BANNED project but it is presently going the way of all my other collaborations with musicans; morphing miserably, quite beyond my influence, into a poisonous pond of regrets and profound disappointments. When it could have been prioritiz
ed it was cast aside for other things. Now it has become utterly moribund- recording has been at a standstill for six months and I have had no indication whatsoever of that position changing in the near or distant future. Whatever needs to be there is absent. It is either a project on the point of abortion or something entering a period of deep freeze. Either way I have gone understandably cold on the whole thing.' CM
'I've had the worst two days imaginable- people seem to have an instinct for it, they sharpen their pathetic knives and sling them at me. Its all so quaint and unforgivably predictable. It's quite simple really- don't be a cunt and a serial killer of promises and do desist on delivering disappointments. This is clearly too much to ask of any definition of friendship in the modern age.' CM
'To have quills from his wings write good things about tomorrow on your bruised skin- there is no disgrace in allowing intimate embrace with the change angel.' CM
'I watched an uplifting film last night in which India was the star- already deeply in love with that nation and its people I now seriously want to live there: with my prescription drug payload it may be a suicide wish but so much preferable than dying in this British cunt of a country bereft of light where life is restricted to a mere half-life. I crave to have my senses re-awakened and set free from the concrete of western arrogance and complacency. Kushal Poddar- how is it possible for us to move to Calcutta?' CM
'Had an accident to add to my statistical share today- the pain is the pain: acid rain in my back muscles, a savaged finger and a gash on my right temple; spasmodic bouts of intense WTF. I have drugs. Luckily I feel proper mugged by life, robbed of peace and made to embrace change- I have taken doctor's orders. Bed rest she said, telling me through her NHS smile that I will feel ten times worse tomorrow. Bless. She knows better than to dress up reality for me.' CM
'My doctor was right, which is in itself reassuring- the pain has multiplied by the power of ten today: there's a new experience, I am tied to my pesky desk with nowhere to hide but in the rainbow high of a legitimate drug haze. Interesting days. YES, like us all I harbour my share of pride and YES, ha-de-ha, I suffered an unpleasant and injurious fall BUT PLEASE none of you resort to mentioning that irritating 'So there!' phrase which means diddley squat. Thank you.' CM
'Yesterday's physical injury prevents me from gardening today: shards of spiteful glass thrown at my psychological arse in recent weeks makes writing bright and breezy not so easy; but then I don't do trite BUT maybe, just for the crack, I might. A truthist has to be accomplished at deceit to know where his enemies are coming from. LOL.' CM
'Someone has just suggested to me that it is not too late to allow Mr Jesus into my life. Mois! Each to their own- groan.
I applaud natural diversity and view going against the grain of that a man-made perversity. I know of no Christ based religion that is not fundamentally evangelical- determined to show that it is RIGHT above all detractors and at the expense of them.
That would seem to me to b
I applaud natural diversity and view going against the grain of that a man-made perversity. I know of no Christ based religion that is not fundamentally evangelical- determined to show that it is RIGHT above all detractors and at the expense of them.
That would seem to me to b
e an indigenous state of mind known to man as empirism- another example of millions where human constructs pretend to be second guessing the thoughts of a deity. I will not ever buy into that delusion.
People do and people will as is their right BUT it doesn't come with a right for that decision to be by extension respected or liked per se without intellectual challenge.
That Religions seek to CHANGE people's lives suspiciously 'for the better'- which can never be proven, is at best dishonorable. In the core of that intense desire to change people in such a way lurks the viral elements of 'evil' which can be proven. Read 'Dark Nature' by Lyall Watson.
Even using just human constructs, it is all we have, surmising on the effects of Christ's putative 'second coming' from what has been written BY MANKIND'S HAND, can you imagine what he might have to say about the way all of the Christ based churches have become and behaved? Exactly. That is why I remain The Queer Messiah.
It may astonish some that I believe in a God construct BUT such a thing is way beyond my understanding. He, she or it, or the multiplicity of whatever, has never to my knowledge committed any interpretable act of communication with us. Yes I believe they exist in some sense BUT we are alone in their company and utterly devoid of empirical evidence of their existence. What purports and demands to be believed as evidence of any deity's existence is ALL man-made, utterly divisive and agenda driven, as is the nature of mankind.' CM
People do and people will as is their right BUT it doesn't come with a right for that decision to be by extension respected or liked per se without intellectual challenge.
That Religions seek to CHANGE people's lives suspiciously 'for the better'- which can never be proven, is at best dishonorable. In the core of that intense desire to change people in such a way lurks the viral elements of 'evil' which can be proven. Read 'Dark Nature' by Lyall Watson.
Even using just human constructs, it is all we have, surmising on the effects of Christ's putative 'second coming' from what has been written BY MANKIND'S HAND, can you imagine what he might have to say about the way all of the Christ based churches have become and behaved? Exactly. That is why I remain The Queer Messiah.
It may astonish some that I believe in a God construct BUT such a thing is way beyond my understanding. He, she or it, or the multiplicity of whatever, has never to my knowledge committed any interpretable act of communication with us. Yes I believe they exist in some sense BUT we are alone in their company and utterly devoid of empirical evidence of their existence. What purports and demands to be believed as evidence of any deity's existence is ALL man-made, utterly divisive and agenda driven, as is the nature of mankind.' CM
'I am off to the Doctors though he will not be able to help with this irritating little problem: how to delete 'friends' scoring nought out of ten on my friendometer from my Facebook list without going through the current laborious process which is quite the opposite of the ease with which such toadies can be added.' CM
'Damn I have a deadline haunting me but then I suppose we all do in some shape or form. OMG! I feel scarily normal.' CM
'Out in the underwhelming wide-world yesterday I spotted these activities:-
1] An otherwise ordinary teenage boy travelling on a main road on his skate-board whilst using his mobile phone. Twat.
2] A 'Chelsea Tractor' seeking to join our thoroughfare waiting until we had just arrived before drawing out in front of us- no traffic elsewhere to be seen on the road. Unfortunately for the stereotype s
1] An otherwise ordinary teenage boy travelling on a main road on his skate-board whilst using his mobile phone. Twat.
2] A 'Chelsea Tractor' seeking to join our thoroughfare waiting until we had just arrived before drawing out in front of us- no traffic elsewhere to be seen on the road. Unfortunately for the stereotype s
he was a 'woman-driver'. Rich bitch.
3] A man twice my size squeezed into a lycra superman suit, overflowing a complaining cafe chair whilst giving head to an ice-cream-cone. A charity worker at rest from working at everything which defines us as detached from civilisation.
4] A group of 'poseurs' chatting about which modelling agencies they were contracted to- the young man very tall and quite clearly anorexic; oozing self obsession like vivid yellow puss.
5] An elderly sun-worshiper in summer wear, smoking- the ravages so evident on her heavily tattooed wrinkles; casting tuts at schoolboys running amok. Why? Because their ties were in their pockets.
6] A posh tory old bird waxing loud and less than lyrical about a forthcoming festival of The Virgin Mary and promptly telling her companion she would have to instruct here how to drive around the car-park roundabout. WTF!
7] Loads more. Loads. A load too heavy for me to bear. I am a constant pen and camera.
The noise of self important man-unkind at large just will not shut up. Yes I am deeply grateful for the oasis of me and the place that I am allowed to be unbothered by these miseries constantly. You should try reconnecting to the song of cosmos- the harmonies intrinsic in its silence are blissful.' CM
3] A man twice my size squeezed into a lycra superman suit, overflowing a complaining cafe chair whilst giving head to an ice-cream-cone. A charity worker at rest from working at everything which defines us as detached from civilisation.
4] A group of 'poseurs' chatting about which modelling agencies they were contracted to- the young man very tall and quite clearly anorexic; oozing self obsession like vivid yellow puss.
5] An elderly sun-worshiper in summer wear, smoking- the ravages so evident on her heavily tattooed wrinkles; casting tuts at schoolboys running amok. Why? Because their ties were in their pockets.
6] A posh tory old bird waxing loud and less than lyrical about a forthcoming festival of The Virgin Mary and promptly telling her companion she would have to instruct here how to drive around the car-park roundabout. WTF!
7] Loads more. Loads. A load too heavy for me to bear. I am a constant pen and camera.
The noise of self important man-unkind at large just will not shut up. Yes I am deeply grateful for the oasis of me and the place that I am allowed to be unbothered by these miseries constantly. You should try reconnecting to the song of cosmos- the harmonies intrinsic in its silence are blissful.' CM
'The glass-house needs me. Oddly this made me suddenly think of God. Yes- I do believe in a God. It is of no comfort or advantage to me whatsoever- why would I be so presumptuous as to make the attempt to ever second-guess what a God says, thinks or how it behaves.
This belief of mine has just not the pliability to be shaped to be of any purpose to me BUT it is there.
Your understanding of it I am
This belief of mine has just not the pliability to be shaped to be of any purpose to me BUT it is there.
Your understanding of it I am
not the least interested in- they are all man constructs bent to your own purpose. It is madness and in your heart and soul you know it.
I don't find the truth terrifying- I find your abject denial of it terrifying. I never ever pray. I breathe.
I am going to the glass-house to breathe a little differently.' CM
I don't find the truth terrifying- I find your abject denial of it terrifying. I never ever pray. I breathe.
I am going to the glass-house to breathe a little differently.' CM
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