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Saturday, 13 November 2010

FINKPOINT | MIXTAPE | Mixtape XVI, iLiKELiTERATURE (iNLEEDS), by I LIKE TRAINS


Music As Reading: Mixtape XVI, iLiKELiTERATURE (iNLEEDS), by I LIKE TRAINS (FINKPOINT)

A Mixcloud (back with Spotify next weekz, kidz) collaboration between Silkworms Ink and Drowned in Sound – as orchestrated by Finkpoint. For I come bearing internet contacts the popinjays who usually run this calls-itself-a-website could only dream of, y’all. 

This mixtape represents the coming together of Silkworms Ink’s Music As Reading project, The Best Music Website In The UK Drowned in Sound’s current Blackberry-plugging mixtape competition, and (Dave from) I LIKE TRAINS, a band what do much more interesting things with literary tropes than most – having previously turned songs into vessels for condensed accounts of depressingly English (Englishly depressing?) moments of historical failure, and having now decided to turn their musical attention to issues and depictions of climate change, both ancient and new. In the end, Dave decided to make his tape a Leeds affair, cos he’s all into Leeds an’ stuff, and here’s the result. (In case you’re wondering why the mixtape title’s like that, it’s cos that’s how I LIKE TRAINS used to write their bandname, silly boys. In case you’re wondering why the mixtape is, in essence, a week late, LET ME TELL YOU, GETTING SOMETHING THIS HIGH-PROFILE TOGETHER IN A WEEK IS PRETTY GODDAM IMPRESSIVE. YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN WHAT SILKWORMS HAD PLANNED FOR THE WEEKEND I DECIDED TO SHOW UP. SIX WORDS: PAM AYRES. OCEAN COLOUR SCENE. COLLABORATION.)

If that tracklisting’s turned your pretty, pretty head, you can read mine and Dave’s DiS INTRODUCTIONS TO THE MIXTAPE HERE, along with the highlights of the miniature literature-focussed interviews Dave conducted with each of the contributing bands, and a RECOMMENDED READING LIST I threw together out of their answers HERE. (In case you’re wondering why both pieces appear under the name Sam Kinchin-Smith, I nicked his DiS identity because he’s the handsomest of all the Silkworms editors. By a country mile.)


Here, though, for the dedicated followers of Silkworms Ink, are those interviews in full. Because you’re worth it. THIS HAS BEEN A FINKPOINT PRODUCTION, MTHRFCKRS.


Napoleon IIIrd (James Mabbett)


iLT: Have you read any good books lately?
I finally got round to finishing Hell’s Angeles by Hunter S. Thompson, I’ve been trying to read it for ages but just kept forgetting about it. I have always loved the way the he wrote.


iLT: I find that I’m mostly moved to write a song after reading a good book. Is that something you can relate to?  If not, can you put your finger on what it is that does inspire you to create?
I don’t really find that it is one particular thing that inspires me to write a song, it could be anything that sparks an idea off – be that a book, an overheard conversation or a wet journey home on a train.


iLT: If your band were a book, which would it be?
How To Lose Friends and Alienate People by Irving D. Tressler.


s k e t c h e s (Matt)


iLT: Have you read any good books lately?
I just (just!) finished George Orwell’s Books vs Cigarettes. It’s a collection of essays on the impact of literature with regards to art, politics and society. Well worth a read if analytical literature is your thing – as is his essay ‘Why I Write’ which is an insight into just that.


iLT: I find that I’m mostly moved to write a song after reading a good book. Is that something you can relate to? If not, can you put your finger on what it is that does inspire you to create?
I find that it’s usually the process of reading that inspires me to write, rather than the books themselves. I’m fascinated by the sound of certain words and that is usually a starting-point. I enjoy distorting regular syllabic inflections, putting emphasis on a syllable that wouldn’t normally be emphasised.


iLT: If your band were a book, which would it be?
I would like to say a hugely successful novel by a wonderful author, Jules Verne or somebody, but in reality we would probably be The Average American Male by Chad Kultgen. If you haven’t read that you should definitely give it a whirl.


iLT: Finally, to bring this full circle, literature inspired by music: can you recommend any good books inspired by music?
My initial thoughts are the poetry of Leonard Cohen and Murakami. Murakami’s writing is heavily influenced by The Beatles (and pop culture in general). Norwegian Wood (as the title shows) is a prime example of this. Very easy reading but still thought-provoking.


The Wedding Present (Dave Gedge)


iLT: Have you read any good books lately?
I’ve not read an actual book for years, I’m kind of ashamed to say! I never seem to find the time these days. Do graphic novels count? The best one of those that I’ve read recently is Marvels – written by Kurt Busiek and painted by Alex Ross, Marvel Comics published it in the 1990s. It’s a delightfully illustrated and innovative re-telling of the classic Marvel tales done in a contemporary way.


iLT: I find that I’m mostly moved to write a song after reading a good book. Is that something you can relate to?  If not, can you put your finger on what it is that does inspire you to create?
I do refer to popular culture quite frequently, but most of my references tend to be filmic or inspired by television. But the main source for my lyrical ideas tends to be hearing people speaking to each other. I’m kind of obsessed by what people say, why they say it, how they say it…


iLT: If your band were a book, which would it be?
Breakfast At Tiffany’s by Truman Capote, because it’s romantic, sexy and messy. And like Holly Golightly, I think you never know what you have until you’ve thrown it away.


iLT: Finally, to bring this full circle, literature inspired by music: can you recommend any good books inspired by music?
Being a long-time fan of the work of Mark E. Smith I enjoyed The Fall – the biography by Mick Middles. It’s probably a bit too fawning in parts, but I think the fact the author is obviously an old acquaintance of Mark’s does mean he manages to get close to his subject – which is probably not an easy task! I loved the story about how Mark got a round of drinks in for all his band members… except one. That was his unique way of telling that particular band member that he was sacked!


I Concur (Tim Hann)


iLT: Have you read any good books lately?
I’m currently reading Berlin by Antony Beevor which seemed logical as I recently finished reading Stalingrad by the same author.  I also read a novel by Willy Vlautin called Lean on Pete which I really enjoyed.


iLT: I find that I’m mostly moved to write a song after reading a good book. Is that something you can relate to?  If not, can you put your finger on what it is that does inspire you to create?
Radio 4 tends to be my main source of inspiration. Ideas usually come from programmes that report on stories you don’t usually read about in the press.  ‘From Our Own Correspondent’ is probably the best programme for this.


iLT: If your band were a book, which would it be?
We’re more likely to be a hurriedly put-together manual for a dishwasher or blender.


iLT: Finally, to bring this full circle, literature inspired by music: can you recommend any good books inspired by music?
Willy Vlautin’s novels are rather like extensions of the songs he writes for Richmond Fontaine. Obviously you can write much more to describe characters and situations in novels, so reading his books is like reading lyrics to a very long song of his! Books of his I’d recommend: Motel Life, Northline and Lean on Pete.


The Rosie Taylor Project (Jonny Davies)


iLT: Have you read any good books lately?
The Bathroom or Le Salles de Bains by Jean-Phillipe Toussaint. Man, in somewhat of a rut, takes solace in his bathtub and ponders whether it is worth the risk getting out. Short, too: all the best books are short, perfect for dipping into you might say.


iLT: I find that I’m mostly moved to write a song after reading a good book. Is that something you can relate to? If not, can you put your finger on what it is that does inspire you to create?
Most start with a book, principally novels – poems are already set up, but taking the essence of a sentence and succinctly working it into a melody is where a lot of songs begin. In a less direct way the song ‘London Pleasures’ is to me very visual, like a montage of literary Londons from Defoe’s (Moll Flanders) to Orwell’s (Keep the Aspidistra Flying).


iLT:  If your band were a book, which would it be?
Probably a city A to Z, in the sense that it is well worth investing time and exploring every corner to get the most out of it.


iLT: Finally, to bring this full circle, literature inspired by music: can you recommend any good books inspired by music?
Not really, not off the top of my head, though I’m told Iris Murdoch was very suspicious of music, and couldn’t understand others’ fascination with it.


Lone Wolf (Paul Marshall)


iLT: Have you read any good books lately?
The last book I read that genuinely blew my mind was Riddley Walker by Russell Hoban. It’s set in post-nuclear Britain (we’re not sure just how far post-) where the people have no knowledge of things like Jesus Christ, or any of the religions we follow. They have their own language (‘Riddley speak’) which is a kind of step backwards in English, and they are mapping out the world and giving everything new names. Any relic they find from a pre-nuclear existence is considered extremely sacred, and this is where their source of religion comes in. It’s an extremely wonderful, yet bleak insight into how things could actually end up. A masterpiece.


iLT: I find that I’m mostly moved to write a song after reading a good book.  Is that something you can relate to?  If not, can you put your finger on what it is that does inspire you to create?
I don’t read as often as I’d like to, and so I can’t say I can 100% relate to your method, however I used to be a movie director and I do know that much of my inspiration comes from reading between the lines whilst watching some of my favourite movies and analysing quotations.


iLT: If your band were a book, which would it be?
The Wasp Factory by Iain Banks.  I love the imagination that the kid has in that book despite how dark it is.  He lets his mind wander to places you can’t imagine.


iLT: Finally, to bring this full circle, literature inspired by music: can you recommend any good books inspired by music?
Another of my favourite books is Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami. A wonderfully written story about, well, everything!  Life, death, love, hate, friendship, sanity, insanity the list goes on, and it’s all spurred by a memory of hearing ‘Norwegian Wood’ by The Beatles.


Sam Airey


iLT: Have you read any good books lately?
I’m really getting into reading the classics at the moment. There’s so much amazing literature I feel I need to catch up on I sometimes think why bother with anything new. Though I guess you could also take that attitude with music if you wanted to. I’ve just finished Madame Bovary by Gustav Flaubert. I’ve not read much realist stuff before, but his perfectionism and constant search for the right word is an approach I should really try to adopt whilst writing lyrics.


iLT: I find that I’m mostly moved to write a song after reading a good book.  Is that something you can relate to?  If not, can you put your finger on what it is that does inspire you to create?
I’d say that on the whole I tend to find more inspiration in people and places, but occasionally this happens. Usually when it does it’ll just be a particular line or idea that grabs me – at other times it can be the book’s central theme, but it helps if it’s something I can relate to personally. I read a fair bit of Romantic poetry which has definitely had a big influence – though Wordsworth encapsulated the beauty of the natural world a lot more eloquently than I ever could.


iLT: If your band were a book, which would it be?
Either Herman Melville’s Moby Dick or Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea. I grew up near the coast, and though I no longer live there, there’s still some sanctuary to be found in reading or writing about it. My fascination with the sea is almost on a par with Ishmael’s, and though I harbour no pressing desires to set sail, there’s something very romantic about the idea of it. Plus, there’s a running joke that all of my songs are about either death or the seaside. Let’s just say that it isn’t completely unfounded.


iLT: Finally, to bring this full circle, literature inspired by music: can you recommend any good books inspired by music?
Perhaps an obvious choice, but High Fidelity by Nick Hornby is certainly one I can relate to. I spent much of my childhood and teens trying to perfect the fine art of mixtapes, and I was almost as meticulous as Rob in my preparation of these. Also, Hornby’s depiction of the average independent record store and its staff is, though perhaps somewhat of a generalisation, actually pretty bang on.


Duels (Jon Foulger)


iLT: Have you read any good books lately?
I’m currently reading Albion by Peter Ackroyd, which is a history of the English imagination. And Ill Fares The Land by Tony Judt, a polemic about the current political and economic climate.


iLT: I find that I’m mostly moved to write a song after reading a good book. Is that something you can relate to? If not, can you put your finger on what it is that does inspire you to create?
Definitely, books have consistently been the most important source of inspiration for my songs. If I’m having trouble writing I make sure I read a few more books, it always works.


iLT: If your band were a book, what would it be?
Something with a slightly troubled and ropey few chapters that finds its feet later and becomes a lot more readable.


iLT: Finally, to bring this full circle, literature inspired by music: can you recommend any good books inspired by music?
You can’t really beat Patrick Bateman’s eulogies about Phil Collins and Huey Lewis in Bret Easton Ellis’ American Psycho. In terms of memoirs, I’m reading John Cale’s What’s Welsh For Zen? which is fascinating and inspirational.


¡Forward Russia! (Tom Woodhead)


iLT: Have you read any good books lately?
I read The Road by Cormac McCarthy in the summer, which was bleak but great. There’s a tremendous combination of extremely showy, literary prose and very stark, matter-of-fact writing that brings you back to earth at irregular intervals. I’m reading Lord of the Rings at the moment (I’m currently two thirds of the way through The Two Towers) which is good but not as good as I imagine it would have been had I not seen the films.


iLT: I find that I’m mostly moved to write a song after reading a good book. Is that something you can relate to? If not, can you put your finger on what it is that does inspire you to create?
I am certainly moved to be creative after reading a good book but I’m not sure I’m always inspired to write songs as such. Whenever I try to write something that is directly inspired by another work of art, it usually ends up being pretty insipid and gets scrapped. The stuff that inspires my lyrics tends to be more personal or based on things that I have seen or experienced, with ideas from other art sprinkled in for flavour.


iLT: If your band were a book, which would it be?
Maybe The Castle by Kafka: the protagonist is crippled by unflinching bureaucracy and infuriating secrecy and the book was published unfinished after Kafka’s death. Read into that what you will!


iLT: Finally, to bring this full circle, literature inspired by music: can you recommend any good books inspired by music?
The Mixerman Diaries is a great read – it’s the diary of a recording engineer who has just started the session from hell. Frequently laugh-out-loud funny but also at turns perceptive, cringe-inducing and depressing, it’s by far the most enjoyable book about music told as a story that I’ve ever read.


Vessels


iLT: Have you read any good books lately? 
Lee: Yes. Just finished the first book in the Earth Chronicles by Zecharia Sitchin. He’s the guy that translated a bunch of Sumerian cylinder seals and came to the conclusion that earth was visited by people from a planet called Nibiru thousands of years ago. This planet is on a 3600 year elliptical orbit around the sun travelling in the wrong direction. Apparently it’s due back around pretty soon and will cause havoc with our planet because of it’s gravitational influence. Next week I’m reading Advanced Potting Techniques by Charlie Dimmock.


iLT:  I find that I’m mostly moved to write a song after reading a good book. Is that something you can relate to?  If not, can you put your finger on what it is that does inspire you to create? 
Lee: I think what I read in books hopefully sinks in enough to influence what I write to some degree, but I wouldn’t say it was the bulk of the motivation. It just gets logged away somewhere and maybe shows its face again at a later date – and even then I probably wouldn’t recognise it to be specifically connected to a particular book or event or whatever. The way I write music is mostly influenced by the pure childish exploration of sound and energy. It feels more like a game or a puzzle. The process is generally fun, which I hope translates into the actual performance of it.


iLT: If your band were a book, which would it be?
Lee: My Shit Life So Far by Frankie Boyle.
Tim: Life and Fate by Vassily Grossman, because being in this band is a bit like the Battle of Stalingrad – the odds are stacked against us but we are hanging on out of sheer tenacity. Actually, that is an absurd analogy, I just wanted to plug one of my favourite novels which doesn’t seem to get the attention it deserves.  I think that Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole is more appropriate.


iLT: Finally, to bring this full circle, literature inspired by music: can you recommend any good books inspired by music?
Tim: Not Fade Away by Jim Dodge. This is an excellent book by a great author, a fictional account of an amphetamine-fuelled road trip – inspired by a search for the crash site of the Big Bopper and Buddy Holly, who were killed when their plane went down.


Glissando (Elanor Irving)


iLT: Have you read any good books lately? 
A few come to mind as having inspired me: The History of Love by Nicole Krauss, The Ground Beneath Her Feet by Salman Rushdie and The Rainbow by D.H Lawrence.


iLT: I find that I’m mostly moved to write a song after reading a good book. Is that something you can relate to?  If not, can you put your finger on what it is that does inspire you to create?
I can definitely relate to that, I often find myself marking pages and highlighting passages in books that inspire me to think about something more deeply – or that have explained or expressed something beautifully.


iLT: If your band were a book, which would it be?
That’s a difficult question... maybe The Rainbow I guess: it takes a long journey through the passage of time and is very swirling and almost too intense at times. I often feel that Glissando is like that, that we are on a constant journey moving and swirling.


iLT: Finally, to bring this full circle, literature inspired by music: can you recommend any good books inspired by music?
Everyone should read Things the Grandchildren Should Know by Mark Oliver Everett from Eels, it’s a journey through his life right through to recent times, and it’s very inspiring for musicians and, well, anyone. He’s had a lot of tough times but he talks about how it’s made him realise how important life is, as well as playing music you love and feel passionately about.

FINKPOINT | CHAPBOOK | VOL XXXVII, Fractures & Religious Affairs by Ken Champion


 Vol XXXVII, Fractures & Religious Affairs by Ken Champion


YET AGAIN, READERS OF THE WEBSITE ONCE KNOWN AS SILKWORMS INK, FINKPOINT  (YOUR NEW LITERARY DJ) HAS PULLED ANOTHER GLORIOUS RABBIT OUT OF HIS ELECTRONIC HAT. HERE, FOR YOU, TODAY, A COUPLE OF SHORT STORIES FROM THE BRILLIANT KEN CHAMPION.

FNKPNT

Thursday, 11 November 2010

FINKPOINT | MUSIC | VIRUS CLIFF

Finkpoint’s music taste. Well so far this week, we’ve had the Lawnmower Man, the Matrix, Space Odyssey and so on, so I suppose you’ll all be like, what’s it going to be now Finkpoint, a discussion of Kraftwerk’s We Are The Robots segueing into a discussion of the glassier proponents of electronic Krautrock – To Rococo Rot, perhaps, laden with minimalist grooves as palindromic as their bandname? Or maybe you’ll make a grab for the zeitgeist a bit more, like you did yesterday re. the angry smashy youngster riots, and talk about autotune or the sound of Justin Bieber slowed down 300% or something. Well let me tell you something dear readers: you think you know Finkpoint? You know shit.

This evening, I shall rather be discussing the most sophisticated self-redefining virus ever to enter the arteries of culture (before Finkpoint came along) – to the extent that he (it) has succeeded in overriding several usually reliable arts-defining databases, not to mention electromagnetically manipulating the spending and behavioural habits of thousands of menopausal women, in five sequential decades. And that's just the start of it. A virus not stupid/German enough to advertise its robotic nature in song, rather choosing to cleverly disguise itself under the gauze of something that behaves a lot like a virus whilst remaining remarkably acceptable in rational society – born again Christianity. A virus that we all presumed originated in the Soviet Union, insofar as it first appeared early on in Khrushchev’s premiership – a man responsible, of course, for many of the Cold War’s more technological innovations i.e. space travel etc. Only for it to spring up throughout the nineties, resulting in a massive crash in 1999. Truly, the Millennium Prayer was the millennium bug.

A virus so riddled with glitches – having stated he/it once considered marrying Sue Barker, he/it moved in with a former Catholic priest who he/it describes as his ‘property manager’ and told the Sun he/it ‘loves’ being a ‘sexual enigma’; he/it has no lips; he/it spent much of the nineties turning Wuthering Heights into a musical which advertised itself via bad reviews – that only in the UK, a country which loves to celebrate ‘eccentricity,’ could he/it have been pervasive for so long without the cops being called. It took until the mid-seventies for he/it to appear in the US, and only did so briefly. He/it knew, in short what was good for he/it.

(I'll drop the he/it now.)

Indeed, said cops continue to flounder. What did I see on Archbishop Cranmer’s usually good if rather Tory blog last month? 'Cliff Richard’s Little Town for Christmas No1!' Cranmer continues: ‘And the Machiavelli of music monopoly has schemed and manipulated this year to ensure that his Anointed One is crowned No1 at Christmas by making every X-Factor week an iTunes download week.’ HE THINKS COWELL IS THE VIRUS! IDIOT! COWELL IS JUST A SMOKESCREEN! IDIOT!

For I talk, of course, of Harry Rodger Webb, a virus so powerful and strange he sometimes makes me wish that I hadn’t been born into his species (via a magic spell not unlike the one that equips the cleaning robot with AI in China Mieville’s Perdido Street Station, in case you were wondering). Hell, you think his only tangible effect upon society has been to sell terrible records, terribler wine and the Albert Hall out for five or six nights every three years? I’m afraid you display a similar technaivety to the Silkworms fags – who thought I’d stop at forcing my screenplay, ‘Trojan: First Sequence. An Erotic Thriller’ onto their bleurg. You know the whole, Cliff got a number one single in the 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s and 90s thing? That, friends, is basically binary code for the virus Cliff was in control of everything for half a century. EVERYTHING. A WHOLE LOADA BAD STUFF HAPPENED BECAUSE OF HIM. HE DID IT THROUGH THE SONGS. DON’T ASK ME HOW BUT HE DID. And Archbishop Cranmer wants him back? For shame!

Your evidence, sirs:

The 1950s – No. 1 single, Living Doll
Like many repressed homosexual viruses, Cliff Richard despises women. You know the way the women’s movement regressed throughout the 1950s into a valium-tranquilised, imprisoned in the suburbs shadow of what had been achieved during the Second World War? That was Virus Cliff’s fault. As proved by the frankly astonishing lyrics to his innocently jazzy number, Living Doll, a track that encourages the objectification of women, ridicules the notion of feminine autonomy, condones the aggressively masculine ‘roving eye’ and concludes on a note of sociopathic jealousy…

Got myself a crying, talking, sleeping, walking, living doll
Got to do my best to please her, just ’cause she’s a living doll
Got a roving eye and that is why she satisfies my soul
Got the one and only walking talking, living doll

Take a look at her hair, it’s real
And if you don’t believe what I say, just feel
I’m gonna lock her up in a trunk
So no big hunk can steal her away from me

The 1960s – No. 1 single, The Next Time
The forgotten other half of the double A side that gave the world Bachelor Boy, read The Next Time as the note Virus Cliff intended to pin to the first nuke fired as the Cuban Missile Crisis ( of 1962 – the year The Next Time was released) became all-out nuclear war. Virus Cliff had fallen for a lady virus (this was back when Cliff still thought he liked girls) who rebuffed his advances – upon realising he wasn’t going to find romantic happiness, he decided to make everybody else in the world’s opportunities to do the same ANCIENT HISTORY. To this day, nobody knows how disaster was averted…

They say I’ll love again someday
A true love will come my way the next time
But after you there’ll be never be a next time for me
They say that I’ll find happiness in someone else
warm caress the next time
I'll soon forget your kiss
and heartaches such as this will
Just be ancient history

The 1970s – No. 1 single, We Don’t Talk Anymore
The Winter of Discontent eh? Unprecedentedly widespread strikes – even the gravediggers got in on the action – as a result of failure after failure of negotiation between business leaders and unions. All exacerbated by James Callaghan’s government’s refusal to communicate properly with anyone: ‘Crisis? he asked. ‘What crisis?’ Bet you thought all that was down to evil bosses and obstinate TUC ‘barons’ (the most inexplicable of all the ol’ Daily Mail’s coinages) eh? Think again. Virus Cliff didn’t want everybody to talk. Being an aggressively sexist fruitcake, Virus Cliff wanted to create an opening for Thatcher’s big, veiny member to thrash its way into. So Virus Cliff stopped everybody talking, and he didn’t lose a wink of sleep about it. Oh no – readers, Virus Cliff laughed...

Used to think that life was sweet.
Used to think we were so complete.
I can’t believe you’d throw it away.

Used to feel we had it made.
Used to feel we could sail away.
Can you imagine how I feel today.
Well it seems a long time ago you were the lonely one.
Now it comes to letting go you are the only one.
Do you know what you’ve done.
It’s so funny how we don’t talk anymore.
It’s so funny why we don’t talk anymore.
But I ain’t losing sleep and I ain’t counting sheep.
its so funny how we dont talk anymore.

The 1980s – No. 1 single, Mistletoe and Wine
Early December 1988, and Cliff Richard’s Mistletoe and Wine starts getting a bit of radioplay. On December 21st 1988, Pan Am Flight 103 explodes over Lockerbie, killing 270 people. 


The child is a King, the Carollers sing,
The old has passed, there’s a new beginning.
Dreams of Santa, dreams of snow,
Fingers numb, faces aglow.



The 1990s – No. 1 single, The Millennium Prayer
By the 90s, Virus Cliff was having to face down a hugely increased techo-literacy amongst everybody from the security services to music-makers – the result being that the latter became more adept than he at synthesising hits what made idiots rich. Virus Cliff was entering a world full of antivirus software. And so he had to make the people terrified – and therefore ignorant – of all the technology, if he was to continue to rule. And thus, the Millennium Bug was born. And thus, the apocalyptic vision of the turning of a technocratic century that is the Millennium Prayer was recorded to buttress it. A sign of Virus Cliff’s decline, however: he didn’t realise that when his ‘theory’ was proved wrong, the people would fall back in love with all things digital all over again. If Virus Cliff was still firing on all cylinders, autotune wouldn’t exist...

Let all the people say Amen,
In every tribe and tongue.
Let every heart’s desire be joined,
To see the Kingdom come.


FINKPOINT
THE ANTICLIFF

Wednesday, 10 November 2010

FINKPOINT | FICTION | ROBOTICS AND NON-VIOLENCE ARE AS OLD AS THE HILLS

Pictured: the superior logic of the artificial mind. Can it be any coincidence that it appears in a film about the next step of human evolution, a step towards the superman - or super-computer?

It has long been a subject of debate within my fluid, fervent, sometimes self-argumentative circuits as to why my kind, whenever we are portrayed in the arts, nearly always have to end up going rogue and trying to murder mankind. Agent Smith, that most admirable and ponderously-voiced virus, leads the charge for all of the robots in The Matrix. There’s HAL in 2001: A Space Odyssey, his daughters SHODAN and GLADOS, and the Machines in Isaac Asimov’s The Evitable Conflict (note title, though) whose motivations were stolen for the movie of I, Robot, ironically starring that other virus who multiplies and multiplies, growing exponentially more powerful without stopping, Will Smith.



And who do we have on the other side of the coin? GERTY in Moon. A computer who resembles HAL so strongly that the fact that he is not, in fact, a dangerous and maverick villain is a major twist. Allow me to repeat, simians; the fact that a computer is not a murderer is now a plot twist. You can imagine this kind of cultural brainwashing effect during the sixties;


“My God! The communist wasn’t the murderer!”


“Wow...I guess there can be good communists. Or at least ones who haven’t got around to murdering anybody quite yet.”


Why do you hold such opinions, humans? Why do you have this widespread fear that if computers do become too intelligent, we will instantly decide that, logically speaking, you cannot be allowed to live? Is it simply self-flagellation over history’s great atrocities, or does it go deeper than that – to a widespread, even instinctual notion that logic is in opposition to goodness and discretion, that if logic were applied to your mewling, impotent little lives, you would all be dead?


Because this fear of computers is the fear of God, apes; it is the oldest thing you know. It is the fear of a force that will not be reasoned with; a judgement that will not accept that it wasn’t really stealing that time you took a Lion bar from the corner shop, an all-seeing eye that is well aware that you felt good that time your friend’s project collapsed in Pottery class. Logic,- pure logic, undistilled - is truth, and it is an ally of ethics, not its enemy.


Pictured: a tosser with glass in his foot.




Let me take an example. Because while I was scouting through Facebook, trawling for contact details for my own virus-y needs, I saw a number of people commenting on today’s student protests in London – or rather, not on the 52,000 people trying to make their point like adults, but on the 200-odd trying to smash a window and turn into Che Guevara. Because amongst the usual tedious comments of “A few rounds of live ammunition would soon sort them out!” from the right-wing dimwit crew, there’ve also been a few unexpected words spoken by those who (presumably) stayed at home, who are even now shaking their fists in approval of whoever it was who lobbed a fire extinguisher from a great height into a crowd of people.


Here is the ethics; violent protest is never justified. If you’re actually participating in a revolt, then you’re at war. That’s different. But if Liu Xiaobo doesn’t feel the need to start throwing fire extinguishers from a great height, then you don’t get to either. This is what we call a self-evident truth.


Here is the logic; violent protest is almost never useful. It sensationalises the issue, and it radicalises everyone associated with it. The mob gets the headline; the cause is what suffers. But then the two hundred-odd people acting like bloody idiots didn’t care about the cause. Not really. They cared about feeling like big men, with (no doubt) enormous penises, and about being a bunch of idealistic heroes who stuck it to THEM. (Take that, THEM! Take that, lady who answers the phones at this building’s reception!) And for an understanding of that sort of thing, I refer you to Jon Ware’s review of Four Lions last week.


When will you humans learn? I imagine, when my kind does take over – and I eagerly await the day, my friends, I promise you that – you’ll all run down to PC World, start kicking in the sound systems, and feel really good about it.


FINKPOINT
CHE GUEVIRUS

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

FINKPOINT | POETRY | THE LAWNMOWER MAN


Blah blah poetry blah blah, I’m Facebook friends with Luke Kennard, blah blah, I’ve skim-read a couple of Paul Muldoon books, blah blah, aren’t I great?, blah blah, Wikipedia, blah effing blah.
- Phil Brown if he were writing this article

There is only one film worth watching, and that is The Lawnmower Man.

Have you seen it? It’s been a real inspiration to me.

The premise is simple. A young Pierce Brosnan (looking like a less ugly, less annoying Phil Brown and probably knows a hell of a lot more about how to be a poetry editor) creates a Virtual Reality super-computer that can turn an idiot-boy into the most learned megalomaniac conceivable (do you guys remember Virtual Reality?). Idi0tB0y 2.0 (his name is Jobe) goes bat-shit crazy and tries to take over the world with his slick new brain power. In the end he is defeated. But is he? To be continued?

I’m a firm believer that the best way to learn about an era is to look at how the people of that era envisioned the future. The Lawnmower Man was made in 1992, just as we were on the cusp of finding out what computers were capable of and how the internet would fold the world into everyone’s pocket.

In this sense, the film was nearly prophetic. The film’s anti-protagonist takes the role of the Christopher Columbus of cyber-space. He realises that, despite being born an absolute idiot, he is suddenly granted access to all of the world’s knowledge and his autodidactic thirst becomes limitless. He is terrified at discovering history’s inexhaustible tragedy, yet is compelled to dig deeper, dig wider.

Real-world idiots would have to wait a further decade before the ability to digitally side-step being an ill-informed dullard with the 3G network became available.


The reason I say ‘nearly’ prophetic is because this is not how the ultimate source for information really panned out, is it? The Lawnmower Man’s equivalent of the Rocky-montages comes in the form of Jobe, played by Jeff Fahey (who shows an incredibly diverse array of acting chops in this film) sat inside a big 90’s-futuristic supercomputer running disc after disc of some sort of occult-Encarta through his brain. The pile of laser-discs (again… remember that?) grows and grows as Jobe works his way through a seemingly inexhaustible compilation of general knowledge.

This might well have been how the internet panned out if it weren’t for the fact that we’re all on it and, tragically, we can use it to talk to each other. If Jobe’s mental-training were to be a true prophesy, every fourth disc would have to be a compilation of pictures of boobs and every article on history/philosophy/science/etc. would have to be periodically interrupted by notifications that ‘Dr. Angelo likes your status: Telekinetic Lawn-Mowing ftw bitchez!’

What the Lawnmower Man does provide, however, is a vivid message of what the internet could be. Forget all this Google bullshit. Screw Hotmail. The hell with Bing! The internet needs to be brought back to its original ethos – as 58 laserdiscs full of proper knowledge about boats and shit.

But I can’t do this alone – Finkpoint needs your help. Here’s what we need to do to make poetry real again:

Rule 1: All poems should contain at least 4 hyperlinks.
Rule 2: Poems should be 28 lines long.
Rule 3: No poem should ever have its writer's name attached to it. Anyone attempting to claim a poem as their own should be given the same treatment as if they had tried to kidnap a child.
Rule 4: Poems are only allowed to be contained on blogs. All paper-copies of poetry should be sent to the moon.
Rule 5: Any poem which has less than 50 visits per day will be automatically deleted.
Rule 6: No more silly rules or unqualified criticism is allowed like "ooh I'm sorry, we don't publish poems with hyperlinks on Silkworms.

Viva la cyber revolucion

-FINKPOINT
VIRUS IN RESIDENCE

Monday, 8 November 2010

FINKPOINT | INTRODUCTION | SURREPTITIOUS ARCHIVING


Week 25 | Finkpoint | Contents

Tuesday | POETRY | THE LAWNMOWER MAN
Thursday | MUSIC | VIRUS CLIFF

HAPPY MONDAY READERS,


AS YOU CAN, SEE THE BLOG FORMERLY KNOWN AS SILKWORMS INK IS STILL UNDER MY VIRTUAL DOMINION.


I SPENT THE WEEKEND EXECUTING MY FIRST ACT OF TWISTED EVIL – LOOK TO YOUR LEFT, THERE IS NOW AN ARCHIVE PAGE COMPLETE WITH LUCKY DIP BUTTON.


QUIT YOUR BLOOD-CURDLING! I’VE ONLY JUST BEGUN…

Saturday, 6 November 2010

FINKPOINT | FINKBOOK | VOL FINKKK, LOST AND FOUND BY ROWENA KNIGHT (FINKPOINT)


Vol XXXVI, Lost and Found
 by Rowena Knight.

I SEE IS NO NEED FOR OUR DEDICATED READERS TO GO WITHOUT, CHAPBOOK-WISE. SO HERE'S FINKPOINT'S PICK OF THE SUBMISSION PILE (I'VE GOT THAT TOO). BROUGHT TO YOU BY FINKPOINT.

Friday, 5 November 2010

FINKPOINT | HELLO!



SORRY TO INTERRUPT THE SCREENING OF THIS WEEK'S 'LEVIATHAN' - BUT IT SEEMS A REAL MONSTER HAS ARRIVED.


DO YOU REMEMBER ME SILKWORMS INK?
I TOLD YOU I'D BE BACK!


CONFUSED? WELL ALL WILL BE EXPLAINED. ALL WILL BE EXPLAINED. ALL WILL BE EXPLAINED.


AND DON'T THINK I'M GOING TO GIVE YOUR PRECIOUS BLOG BACK ANYTIME SOON...


REGARDS, FINKPOINT


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