The Great Truth

The Great Truth
No paradox for this great truth
for one without the other
does not exist.
Such noble aspirations
of intellect and strength
pale quickly in the heat of mid-day sun.
But marry such sweet intellect
with passion unabridged
then perfect is the world and thou.

(source unknown to me)

Ariadne & Dionysius


Apocalypse Now (1979) Willard … “It was no accident that I got to be the caretaker of Colonel Walter E. Kurtz’s memory, any more than being back in Saigon was an accident. There is no way to tell his story without telling my own. And if his story is really a confession, then so is mine.”

The Fugitive Stag (2020) – “There is no way to tell her (Goddess) story without telling my own” – partly an exorcism, a confession, but primarily a celebration. G ap Iorwerth.

Joseph Beuys – St Hubert
The Wounded Gaul – 220 B.C.


Propaganda works best when those who are being manipulated are confident they are acting on their own free will.” — Joseph Goebbels

Think of the press as a great keyboard on which the government can play.” Joseph Goebbels

The most brilliant propagandist technique will yield no success unless one fundamental principle is borne in mind constantly – it must confine itself to a few points and repeat them over and over.” — Joseph Goebbels

We do not want to be a movement of a few straw brains, but rather a movement that can conquer the broad masses. Propaganda should be popular, not intellectually pleasing. It is not the task of propaganda to discover intellectual truths. Joseph Goebbels

Destiny (also tr, Fate) of a Man – 1959

This film tells the story of a Russian soldier, who was subjected to terrible trials by the war, deprived of his home and family, threw in the concentration camp. But fate did not break his spirit – he survived, defended his right to be a man, preserved the ability to love…

Directed by Sergei Bondarchuk Composer Veniamin Basner Principal roles: Sergey Bondarchuk, Pavel Polunin, Zinaida Kiriyenko, Pavel Volkov, Yuri Averin, Kirill Alekseev, Pavel Vinnikov, Evgeny Teterin, Anatoly Chemodurov, Lev Borisov

FATE OF A MAN (drama, dir. Sergei Bondarchuk, 1959) via @YouTube


A special experiment is in progress.

On my left is a group of primitives, and yet they are human or at least humanoid. Not ‘ape-like’ but short and stocky with long arms. 

‘We humans’ at the very start of our ‘journey’.


Present as a ‘strong youth and wise man,’ I am very protective towards them. I look deep into the eyes of some of them.

One in particular.

I see the fear of being misunderstood: the yearning to grow-up and to become more whole and human: the longing to be accepted and to be loved, the hope for immortality.

It is ‘that’ look’ that startled me. Startles me.

To look into those eyes from aeons ago. To be in close contact with our genesis. My genesis.

I am eager to look after ‘him’, because I don’t want ‘him’ to be misunderstood. I don’t want his ‘animal-ness’ or primitiveness to be conceived as something threatening.

The primitives have disappeared.

I become aware of advanced scientific-technical tests way in the future. I see advanced humans in speed-stress experiments, willing and eager to be pushed to their limits. I was part of the experiment and yet ‘in charge’ in some way.

As I wake up, I look again into those early humanoid eyes and once more I am startled.

Startled to be able to see into them – and ‘to know.’

DEVS – mini series April 2020 on BBC 2

Started it in April – for some reason stopped after 10 minutes. Re-visited last week (with Annap) and really enjoyed it. Hooked. So many disappointing home grown series on ‘the BBC’ these last few years. Good to watch a series with a mystico-philosophical bent … sometimes. Not sure why a female actor was picked to play a young boy and there was no need to introduce a visiting US senator scenario. The statue? Bit over the top. Excellent cast … and, once again, a satisfying ending. Definitely 9/10 for me.

DEVS Nick Offerman as Forest, Sonoya Mizuno as Lily Chan. Photo Raymond Liu

Born in Tokyo, Sonaya was raised in Somerset England. Her mother is of half British and half Argentine descent and her father is Japanese. She graduated from the Royal Ballet School before dancing with several ballet companies in Germany, Ireland and Scotland.

Sonya Mizuno
Nick Offerman – American actor, writer, comedian, producer, and woodworker. Photo by Andy Kropa



The FX limited series Devs was the first foray into television by Alex Garland, the writer-director of Ex Machina.

The Nightingale


We both watched it last night – yes, harrowing in many parts, but a fascinating story (not familiar with the book) and an excellent film for Saturday night viewing. Good casting and a satisfying ending, not just for Ann ap. 9/10.

Aussie born Jennifer Kent, wrote, co-produced and directed The Nightingale. Photograph by Taylor Jewell

Rotten Tomatoes –


TOMATOMETER Total Count: 231


Verified Ratings: 30


She has not yet been born:
she is music and word,
and therefore the un-torn,
fabric of what is stirred.
Silent the ocean breathes.
Madly day’s glitter roams.
Spray of pale lilac foams,
in a bowl of grey-blue leaves.
May my lips rehearse
the primordial silence,
like a note of crystal clearness,
sounding, pure from birth!
Stay as foam Aphrodite – Art –
and return, Word, where music begins:
and, fused with life’s origins,
be ashamed heart, of heart!
Osip Mandelstam
Osip 1891 – 1938

An ‘Open Sea’

Indeed, at hearing the news that ‘the old god is dead’, we philosophers and ‘free spirits’ feel illuminated by a new dawn; our heart overflows with gratitude, amazement, forebodings, expectation – finally the horizon seems clear again, even if not bright; finally our ships may set out again, set out to face any danger; every daring of the lover of knowledge is allowed again; the sea, our sea, lies open again; maybe there has never been such an ‘open sea’.” Nietzsche

Steadfast Tin Soldier by Hans Christian Andersen. 

I returned – and understand

And I, unfaithful, yearned and sorrowed

And, filled with the poetic impulse,

Abandoned without need

My native haunts.

But my heart sensed a language that

My ears could not hear – in solitude;

And in belated tenderness

I returned – and understood.

(Aleksander Blok – 9 June 1901)