ALL BEARDS ON DECK…Protocol Harum. Whale in Water, Mind in Gutter (flotation devices recommended, )
OLD POST reissue. The beards reminded me of it. Huckabee dyes his hair. Do I care? Jesus died at 33. I can’t even vote. A thousand years ago I worked for stockbrokers. Old Celtic (but not strummers of the harp) gentlemen with silver hair (once gold) straight out of Dickens with a vault filled with precious metals and stock certificates which were actually worth something. The Cdn. dollar was pegged to gold back then. It’s hard to think while watching the Iowa carcasses on CNN. Wolf B. says it’s very very very early but Edwards is ahead for Dems… Apparently anybody can come in and register as a demog or repub (whether they are or not) and vote..That would explain why John Kerry won (the enemy within). In the Repub camp, Huckaberry Hound seems to be ahead of Mutt Romany. Edwards and Huckabee have neither beard nor grey hair nor are they women but neither is super macho. A horse person once told me that they neuter aggressive stallions and keep intact the stallion who is friendly, easygoing and who plays a musical instrument. I don’t think the shrill Sopranos have helped Rudoph. And Brigham’s Secret hasn’t helped Mutt. Barack and Hillary seem tone deaf. Howard Dean has had his teeth zoomed. Now Obama is winning..(the enemy within?) McCain’s crapped out. Brown hair is essential. Which brings us back to Sarko and Carla Bruni.
Monday, Jun 25 2007
MOBY DICK, dir. John Huston 1956. Now there’s a movie. I suppose Melville’s damp navel has been picked clean but if one looks a little lower down on the body I think that’s where we would find Herman’s inspiration coming from and I am sure that I’m not the only one to conclude that the ‘WHITE WHALE’ is a euphemism for his MOBY DICK. From the dire warnings of Orson Whales from the church pulpit to the crew of the pagan-named PEQUOD, to the horrific ending with the drowned Capt. Ahab tangled in his harpoonery and tied for eternity to the heaving and bloodied leviathan, while it sounds and surfaces, still urging on his shipmates with stiffened arm to finish the job, as it were, this movie was clearly about the dangers of unbridled homoerotic sex and eternal CONDOMNATION. It certainly was outrageous for 1956. The message: get yourselves married lads. The lone survivor Ishmael clinging to the tattooed Queequeg’s made to order coffin, the only thing left floating in the sea, and then being rescued by the RACHEL, a whaler named after a faithful biblical wife, well, what can I say? As children we asked naively ‘did Moby Dick die?’ Hello!
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