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Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Misunderstood Movies

“Anamorph” – dir. Henry Miller (2007)


Tragic tragic tragic hero, have a drink. Pull out of your desk & poor into your coffee. Right in the middle of a police station, where all the cops sit & type. Drink while driving to the crime scene. Drink at the crime scene? i think so, but it’s blurred & – are you having a flashback? Awesome, it’s violent & strange. The multiple perspectives are in your blurred memories as they are in (@?) the murder site because you, the prime focal point, are the object[-ive] shining along a spectrum. You have the eye. And the matching sentiment. You are the Detective.


“The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus” – dir. Terry Gilliam (2009)


Leave Mind at home & somehow get to the theatre safely without event. There is not a moment to waste in haste or foolish banter, just go. Wait!, on second thought, instead of leaving your Mind at home, smoking in your easy chair wearing your red satin robe & designer slippers, bring it along. Be kind and allow your Mind to smoke one of your favorites along the way. Why the favorites? Why spoil the Mind? Between you & me, this indulgence is really a last meal. The Reason: that which is leaving the house will not be the same returning: the bar of expectations will comb the giraffes’ toupee. Gilliam discovered CGI.

The Mind will not mind. In fact, the Mind will appreciate the reward of watching “The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus”. So yes, bring the Mind. Think of the reward as a relief from the immediate realities pressing upon its perceptions & imaginations. Unlike “Shutter Island” – dir. Martin Scorsese (2010), the explanation of the mind given by Doctor Parnassus has its merits or rather psychological History as discoursed by East & West. So, go ahead entreat the long hours of your labor by expanding the Mind’s memories & experiences through the expansion of consciousness affected by the movie’s multiple moral points & overall theme. Acute this description through the urgencies & throbbing will of the subconscious, all painted on storytelling screen. Rich & chewy, filth & dirt unfiltered, reality at its source. An aesthetic (anesthetic?) document of the human experience built up in satire, Devil’s details & Gnostic undercurrents – all guided through anal execution. Rushed?


"Play Misty for Me” – dir. Clint Eastwood (1971)


Picking up girls at bars is the best. The best entertainment. The best life-changing experiences. The best way to get rid of your maid & police chief. Simply the Best. If you begin to question why disbelief has been suspended thus far, question first if the question is fair. (Within the context almost two score years past, such films, such stories, interpretations & executions were… almost but not quite at the level of story-telling used to request a song on the radio. “Play ‘Misty’ for Me,” the female voice says coolly. Too coolly & Eastwood is pulled by her charm. In regards to the techniques used to – for example – convey a scene accumulating in angst, fear & violence, the repetition in itself is refined & unexpected, jumping back & forth from the point of view of the sadist to the sadist’s victim, then to the point of view of the masochist to the masochist’s tormentor. Scenes shot from the distance of a mirror & those shot on high hills & helicopters show: the act of traveling. We are lead to observe from the distance of our own reflections or from a distance of watching the details of ants’ labor. The dialog alone summons nostalgia for simpler times. A little too simple at times. Bite into a water-filled rock & assimilate.

“Cat in the Brain” – dir. Lucio Fulci (1990)


The intro will definitely make you hungry. May I recommend eating Italian food in honor of the director, of course? The spaghetti with meatballs in thick marinara sauce? Yes, mam, we do serve such a dish. Allow me to clear these table fixtures out of the way – the spaghetti was ready before you ordered it. What do you mean your spaghetti is moving? It came straight from the kitchen. My eyeballs are meatballs and one’s killing while the other watches? And, you say, the meatballs are really people, not eyeballs. I don’t believe my eyes, i mean, ears.
If only what i saw could be seen by a third-party, if a second-party confirmed & denied what the first & third party reacted to, if the details were exaggerated with hunger, then I’d say we would be able to show the Cat in the Brain.
Do you have any crushed red pepper?


“Lunacy” – dir. Jan Švankmajer (2005)


Disclaimer by the director Jan Švankmajer: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the film you are about to see is a horror film, a horror with all the degeneracy that belongs to this genre. It is not a work of art. Today, art is all but dead anyway, in its place is a sort of reflecting advertisement for the face of Narcissus. Our film can be considered to be an infantile tribute to Edgar Allan Poe from whom I have borrowed a number of motifs; and to the Marquis de Sade to whom the film owes its blasphemy and its subversiveness. The subject of the film is essentially an ideological debate about how to run a lunatic asylum. Basically there are two ways of managing such an institution, each equally extreme. One encourages absolute freedom, the other the old-fashioned, well-tried method of control and punishment. But there is also a third one that combines and exacerbates the very worst aspects of the other two. And that is the madhouse we live in today.”


“Moon” – dir. Duncan Jones (2009)


Kafkaesque hopes for the coming of relief when time is unconvincingly provided: soon I will see beyond the present drudgery, the monotonous bore of living on the moon, & be with the one I love, the one I harvest the moon for.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Doppelgänger for You

Once upon a time i was reading David Byrne's online journal – no need to clap; yeah, i'm awesome – & he was talking about Mayan history, when the word "doppelgänger" caught & salted my eyes. This is what he said:

"Many of the Gods, and many of the personal doppelgängers, are animal/human hybrids. Dog-faced or jaguar-faced humans. Parrot beaks on jaguar heads on a human body. And of course the serpent with feathers — now confirmed by dinosaur science to have actually existed in some form. Birds are indeed descended from dinosaurs, and flying feathered lizards did exist as (sic) one time — so this stuff is not all imaginary, it's not all the result of those peyote enemas.

"Part of the Mayan aesthetic mixed aspects of youth and age in these creatures — a creature with a child's body and the face of an old man was common. The Gods, being of many aspects and avatars, crossed what we see as the line between humans and animals. The Maya saw no such dividing line.

"What if, and this is a big if, not all of these chimeras were mythical? What if not all of them were figments of the Mayan imagination? What if the Maya had some kind of genetic science, lost of us now, which enabled a limited creation of these monsters? Don't laugh. Plenty of the world's knowledge has been lost, though much of it has been 'found' again — the science and astronomy of the Arabs was 'lost' to Europeans for centuries, then 'rediscovered', resulting in great leaps forward. Other skills and techniques of ancient cultures are still a mystery to us.

"So, given that we now know you can indeed mix a pig with a fish, maybe these people actually did it. Maybe the monsters on these walls and frescoes are not mythical, but are historical."
In another David Byrne's online journal entry, a journal continuation of the entry given above, he also says about Mayan history how: "The Maya believe that one has an alter ego, a spirit double, which is called a way (pronounced 'why'.) The word also means sleep. These dream creatures are often animal — or even a mixture of three animals. A feathered serpent with jaguar claws and spots, for example. They believe these doppelgängers can be contacted during sleep. They give advice, amongst other things."

Doppelgänger. The word itself stumbles across the tongue. The impact appears to strum a thick tune on the attention’s strings, and it wasn't for certain that it had seen before now. So, if i had looked-up the definition, it was forgotten, and if i hadn't, well, i was going to do it anyway: Doppelgänger (n.) = A ghostly double of a living person, especially one that haunts its fleshly counterpart.


Since the time of my birth, which has been a long time since & in the making, the idea of meeting my future-self was always welcome. Here's my logic: if a future me came up to me it was because time-travel was possible within my lifetime. In fact, i promised me to do this. The goal: to share information that'd enhance the future well-being of all humanity. Also, since i know myself, i'd tell myself things that i wouldn't have to learn later. It'd be like me teaching myself Kung-Fu now because i'd have to defend myself against people, machines &/or a crossbreed of both.

The viewpoint of a haunting double of a living me doesn't bother me too much, at least not now. The way i see it, after coming to terms with the possibility, if an evil me approaches me or if an evil you approaches you, there must be a reason for it. Kind of defeatist/deterministic, i know, but it would be like a looking glass into the darker part of the self, possibly a part of the self needing exorcism or guidance. Who said the evil self has to succumb to the good self? Why can't we just get along?


- And, what if i were haunted by a double of dead self?

At the clustering moments of becoming informed & building up an understanding of what a doppelganger is, the clustering of concept were linked into a series of stitches across my back, making me itchy & uncomfortable; especially when Wikipedia said that a Doppelgänger was: "generally regarded as harbingers of bad luck. In some traditions, a doppelgänger seen by a person's friends or relatives portends illness or danger, while seeing one's own doppelgänger is an omen of death. In Norse mythology, a vardøgr is a ghostly double who precedes a living person and is seen performing their actions in advance."

Also:
"The doppelgängers of folklore cast no shadow, and have no reflection in a mirror or in water. They are supposed to provide advice to the person they shadow, but this advice can be misleading or malicious. They can also, in rare instances, plant ideas in their victim's mind or appear before friends and relatives, causing confusion. In many cases once someone has viewed his own doppelgänger he is doomed to be haunted by images of his ghostly counterpart.
"Other folklore says that when a person's doppelgänger is seen, the person him/herself will die shortly. It is considered unwise to try to communicate with a doppelgänger."
Well there goes my desire to be altruistic; here i was reminding myself to visit myself when time travel becomes possible, when in actuality i was paving the way towards death. Sure, death is inevitability, ever present in everything i do, like enjoying a lollipop only to not enjoy the absence of it later… but here i was making a contract, an ultimatum to reach it.

- What if we see a doppelgänger in our dreams? Will our dreaming selves die?




What i liked best, maybe because it disturbed me so, were the two accounts given in the aforementioned Wikipedia entry: one by Percy Bysshe Shelley and the other on Abraham Lincoln. They have been captured in a specific moment in time to be here exhibited/pasted for your curious pleasure:

"On 8 July 1822, Percy Bysshe Shelley, English atheist and poet, drowned in the Bay of Spezia near Lerici. On 15 August, while staying at Pisa, Mary Shelley wrote a letter to Maria Gisborne in which she relayed Percy's claims to her that he had met his own doppelgänger. A week after Mary's nearly fatal miscarriage, in the early hours of 23 June, Percy had had a nightmare about the house collapsing in a flood, and
"... talking it over the next morning he told me that he had had many visions lately — he had seen the figure of himself which met him as he walked on the terrace & said to him — 'How long do you mean to be content' — No very terrific words & certainly not prophetic of what has occurred. But Shelley had often seen these figures when ill; but the strangest thing is that Mrs. W[illiams] saw him. Now Jane though a woman of sensibility, has not much imagination & is not in the slightest degree nervous — neither in dreams or otherwise. She was standing one day, the day before I was taken ill, [15 June] at a window that looked on the Terrace with Trelawny — it was day — she saw as she thought Shelley pass by the window, as he often was then, without a coat or jacket — he passed again — now as he passed both times the same way — and as from the side towards which he went each time there was no way to get back except past the window again (except over a wall twenty feet from the ground) she was struck at seeing him pass twice thus & looked out & seeing him no more she cried — 'Good God can Shelley have leapt from the wall? Where can he be gone?' Shelley, said Trelawny — 'No Shelley has past — What do you mean?' Trelawny says that she trembled exceedingly when she heard this & it proved indeed that Shelley had never been on the terrace & was far off at the time she saw him."
Carl Sandburg's biography [on Abraham Lincoln] contains the following:

"A queer dream or illusion had haunted Lincoln at times through the winter. On the evening of his election he had thrown himself on one of the haircloth sofas at home, just after the first telegrams of November 6 had told him he was elected President, and looking into a bureau mirror across the room he saw himself full length, but with two faces.

"It bothered him; he got up; the illusion vanished; but when he lay down again there in the glass again were two faces, one paler than the other. He got up again, mixed in the election excitement, forgot about it; but it came back, and haunted him. He told his wife about it; she worried too.

"A few days later he tried it once more and the illusion of the two faces again registered to his eyes. But that was the last; the ghost since then wouldn't come back, he told his wife, who said it was a sign he would be elected to a second term, and the death pallor of one face meant he wouldn't live through his second term.
"This is adapted from Washington in Lincol's Time (1895) by Noah Brooks, who claimed that he had heard it from Lincoln himself on 9 November 1864, at the time of his re-election, and that he had printed an account "directly after." He also claimed that the story was confirmed by Mary Todd Lincoln, and partially confirmed by Private Secretary John Hay (who thought it dated from Lincoln's nomination, not his election). Brooks's version is as follows (in Lincoln's own words):
"'It was just after my election in 1860, when the news had been coming in thick and fast all day and there had been a great "hurrah, boys," so that I was well tired out, and went home to rest, throwing myself down on a lounge in my chamber. Opposite where I lay was a bureau with a swinging glass upon it (and here he got up and placed furniture to illustrate the position), and looking in that glass I saw myself reflected nearly at full length; but my face, I noticed had two separate and distinct images, the tip of the nose of one being about three inches from the tip of the other. I was a little bothered, perhaps startled, and got up and looked in the glass, but the illusion vanished. On lying down again, I saw it a second time, plainer, if possible, than before; and then I noticed that one of the faces was a little paler — say five shades — than the other. I got up, and the thing melted away, and I went off, and in the excitement of the hour forgot all about it — nearly, but not quite, for the thing would once in a while come up, and give me a little pang as if something uncomfortable had happened. When I went home again that night I told my wife about it, and a few days afterward I made the experiment again, when (with a laugh), sure enough! the thing came back again; but I never succeeded in bringing the ghost back after that, though I once tried very industriously to show it to my wife, who was somewhat worried about it. She thought it was a "sign" that I was to be elected to a second term of office, and that the paleness of one of the faces was an omen that I should not see life through the last term.

'Lincoln was known to be superstitious, and old mirrors will occasionally produce double images; whether this Janus illusion can be counted as a doppelgänger is perhaps debatable, though probably no more than other such claims of doppelgängers.'"

To watch a re-enacted instance of Dopplegängers in action, go Away to experience “Dopple Ganger Is that your twin?”

Sunday, April 1, 2007

Raping of the Creative Mind

Gather Yourselves Together like the Voices from the Street. Outdated & marooned – now more than never, right? – like the Man in the High Castle and like the Man Whose Teeth Were All Exactly Alike and very much like the Man Who Japed, i have gathered my selves together a Pilgrim on a Hill, because i’ve be’n ruminating. And i concluded that you! dear reader, may enjoy a break from your studies to ruminate with me (because in the long run you too! will be affected).

i am apart of the Cosmic Puppets, just like the hordes of millions of people out there, engorged by visual stimulation. In particular, i am an automated-puppet watching dramatized, recycled super heroes in all their mythical beauty. Publicity strong enough to put Time Out of Join, crack-cocaine advertising to put the Crack in Space to shame, & the similarities in the story, ideas & character designs falling out of the pages of Philip K. Dick’s writings. (In a certain sense, it seems as if he would be proud of the Simulacra, if only to show its failings.)

Here are some examples, despite how ubiquitous – Ubik for short – the copies are. One character has pre-cog abilities – stated verbatim in the story as being just that. Another has a split, superhuman personality. While another has telepathic abilities that shape a “victim’s” perception of reality. It becomes a Counter-Clock World to be presented with such things that make me think, “Haven’t we already seen/heard this?” It’s almost as if we are being sold told by media executives, “Now Wait for Last Year.”

For one, it's somewhat of an overtly-polished, theatre production of Dick's work, ala Technologie Moderne, or to put it better, its Dick's ideas brought to mass-communicated life. We Can Build You.

Have you ever been forced to watch the commercials supporting it? Talk about expensive & desperate advertising. Or, would the P.C. term be "effective"?

Secondly, it's a sad reality check, A Maze of Death, to see from the great Eye in the Sky that ideas can be straight-up stolen, if not borrowed & given a weaker "habitat" to live in. Then later on, when an actual Dick production is made or is in the works, people think it's a cheap, lazy knock-off of what they saw first, i.e., this primetime network series. Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said.

See my drift?

In terms of what is being word-slapped as "weaker" or as a "cheap, lazy knock-off," we owe it to ourselves to whip out a scale, The Zap Gun. Experience would either or in-between: slap payback in full force of the offence or it would be pink-cheeked of some counter-kind. In a grand sum, retribution would equal whatever feelings were tallied post facto.

I admit how time will tell whether or not the television show that shall not be named is a weaker or cheap, lazy knock-off of Dick, so what?

As a writer – now-a-days who isn't a writer – it's discouraging to know that our ideas can be conspicuously taken; for all i know, this blog is being read by some conspiring copyright infringer frantically in need of that next A+ fix for his/her academic malnourishment. The Penultimate Truth to this rant is more a reaction of how ideas can be stolen & incorporated into art, especially when wealthy media moguls are looking for a means to become wealthier. And i care as far as to apply & breed my innate hate for the Man and his friends for keeping the weaker, poorer people down.

Though i haven't read "Men of Tomorrow: Geeks, Gangsters and the Birth of the Comic Book," by Gerard Jones, from what i can tell it talks about the hardships the creators of Superman went through, and basically how they got fucked hard in the goat-ass by a stronger economic entity. Puttering About in a Small Land, In Milton Lumky Territory, the creators of Superman were pushing their luck in the Solar Lottery.

i would like to hear from a jukebox that i'm not familiar with how this is alright with both the viewers and the critics.

As a final note, clothed as Dr. Futurity, i neglect to say that maybe this raping of the creative mind is a necessary means to an end, for us to without-an-option accept because we are apart of this thing called "society," and basically the ideas we have, the kind we can truly call our own, would not exist without every other fatherfucker & motherfucker out there, both Good & Bad.

Am i being selfish,
ethically blind or crippled,
or just plain PMSing?

Two recently documented examples of the “Raping of the Creative Mind” are worth the bytes of reproduction.

1) “Dear God, Make Art Thievery Die. Amen.” found at Juxtapoz magazine online on Monday, 09 April 2007:
We got an email today about a recent, though (sadly) not isolated, case of artist-on-artist thievery. Today’s case involves Todd Goldman of David & Goliath clothing and accessories company. Goldman’s work is distributed worldwide through his company and art galleries. It is called “deceptively simple” in a recent press release for his show Gold Digger, currently on exhibit at Jack Gallery in Los Angeles, but the word deceptive apparently goes a bit deeper.

Web cartoonist Dave Kelly created a drawing about five years ago of one of his characters, Purple Pussy, praying at bedside, “Dear God, Make everyone die. Amen.” Goldman has a nearly identical piece in Gold Digger which he's selling as if it’s his original creation (see for yourself.) This isn’t his only rendition of the piece he copied. There’s another more direct rip-off here. Calls to the gallery for comment were forwarded to a surely over-worked and under-whelmed vice-president at the parent company of the gallery who has yet to respond.

This story broke in the Something Awful forums. The discussion can be seen here, forum.somethingawful.com. More info (and commentary) here: www.fleen.com

It happens. It happens a lot, actually. It’s usually someone with more money and influence taking ideas from and credit for the work of an independent artist. There is often little, if any, recourse for a person being taken advantage of in this way. Copyright and intellectual property laws are nebulous, legal representation is rarely free, plus filing a lawsuit and seeing it through is a huge burden on people just trying to live their lives. There's a website devoted to calling out art thieves, www.youthoughtwewouldntnotice.com. Their focus is on companies ripping off artists, not artist-on-artist copying, which, as they point out, can get real bitchy. The case at hand sits on the fence though between artist vs. artist and company vs. artist. Goldman has a company that sells things with his artwork, so he is both. It can be a murky debate. YTWWN has a set of rules for clarifying situations in which “copying” may not be as nefarious as it might seem.

Another facet of this situation is when artists claim they've been ripped off but haven't. That happens too. Take, for instance, the case of LOVE and HATE. Many people know the famous sculpture by Robert Indiana titled "LOVE". It is iconic. Tributes, rip-offs, renditions and re-interpretations of “LOVE” are plentiful.

Shortly after we published photos from Eleven at Leonard Street Gallery in London on March 12th, we received multiple emails from friends of Los Angeles-based “un-pop” artist, Gidget Gein, claiming that we were perpetrating art thievery by posting this photo of a series of pieces by DFace...

Claims of rip-offery in this case are insulting to artists who actually are ripped off. Neither Gein’s nor DFace’s pieces are particularly original and both fall under the category of parody/inspiration.

Appropriating someone else's original artwork, selling it and putting that money in your bank account may not be deemed technically illegal, but those of us with a conscience know that it's wrong.

—ert o’hara, Juxtapoz Art & Culture Magazine (I sincerely yet somewhat ironically apologize to the photographers whose pictures I swiped but did not credit [because I didn't find a byline] to make my point in this story.)
2) “’Ghost Rider’ creator sues over copyright”, by Leslie Simmons on Tuesday, April 10 2007:
LOS ANGELES (Hollywood Reporter, ESQ.) - The creator of Ghost Rider has sued Marvel Enterprises, Sony Pictures Entertainment and several entities over what he claims is an unauthorized “joint venture and conspiracy to exploit, profit from and utilize” his copyrights to the comic book character.

Gary Friedrich and his company filed the 61-page complaint April 4 in federal court in Illinois claiming 21 violations based on the production and marketing of Sony’s recent “Ghost Rider,” starring Nicolas Cage and Eva Mendes. Friedrich claims the copyrights used in the film and in related products reverted from Marvel to him in 2001.

The defendants include Sony’s Columbia TriStar Motion Picture Group, producers Relativity Media, Crystal Sky Pictures and Michael De Luca Prods. as well as Hasbro Inc. and Take-Two Interactive.

Friedrich alleges copyright infringement, and accuses Marvel of waste for failing “to properly utilize and capitalize” on the Ghost Rider character. Marvel’s attempts to do so, Friedrich claims, have only damaged the value of his work by failing to properly promote and protect the characters and by accepting inadequate royalties from co-defendants. Friedrich also claims that toymaker Hasbro and videogame firm Take-Two have improperly created merchandise based on the characters.

Friedrich created the character of Johnny Blaze and his alter ego Ghost Rider in 1968. Three years later, he agreed to publish the character in comic books through Stan Lee’s Magazine Management, which eventually became Marvel Entertainment.

Under the agreement, Magazine Management became holder of the copyright for the first issue, which explains the origin story of Ghost Rider. Lee’s company also held the copyrights to subsequent Ghost Rider works.

However, Magazine Management allegedly never registered the work with the Copyright Office and, pursuant to federal law, Friedrich regained the copyrights to Ghost Rider in 2001.

“Nonetheless, without any compensation to and without any agreement, consent or participation of plaintiff ... in late 2006 or early 2007, the defendants herein wrongfully embarked upon a high-profile campaign, arrangement, joint venture and conspiracy to exploit, profit from and utilize plaintiff’s copyrights, the Johnny Blaze character and persona, the origin story and the related characters and personas created by plaintiff, in various endeavors, including, but not limited to, the use of the same in movie theater presentations and promotions, commercials, action-figure toys, video games, clothing and novels,” the lawsuit states.

The “Ghost Rider” film opened February 16 in North America and has grossed an estimated $214.6 million in worldwide box office, according to boxofficemojo.com.

Friedrich seeks unspecified damages for claims of copyright infringement, violations of federal and Illinois state unfair competition laws, negligence, waste, tortuous interference with prospective business expectancy, misappropriation of characters, unauthorized use of the characters and false advertising and endorsement.

A Sony spokesman said the studio had no comment on the suit and had not been served with the complaint.
If I were to be biased I’d continue this charade titled “Raping of the Creative Mind” by pointing out more examples of rape. To balance the bias toward a fairer judgment, here’s a Raping-of-the-Creative-Mind perspective worth sticking between your lobes:

Ping; Creativity, Innovation and the Cultural Parade,” by G. Pascal Zachary, published in the New York Times: April 15, 2007. G. Pascal Zachary teaches journalism at Stanford and writes about technology and economic development.

Stereotypes about national origin are the dirty secret of technology communities.

The riffs on nationalities go something like this: The Chinese do not invent anything; they only copy. Italians design beautiful shoes, but who ever heard of a Tuscan computer programmer? Russians dominate chess, yet cannot seem to engineer a children’s toy. Germans excel when they control all variables — of a high-performance automobile. The French routinely lead in technologies that require large government subsidies. The Japanese so yearn for acceptance that individuals won’t promote a new idea without the approval of their peers.

If I have offended anyone, I will not apologize. I am recycling crass stereotypes about national traits in the service of a better understanding of how innovation works.

Talk of national identity rarely comes up in public, but privately many people — from academia to venture capital firms — take for granted that the contours of a career in technology are often shaped by the national origin of the technologist.

“Though the reasons can differ a fair amount, national origin does correlate with the innovativeness of the people of a country,” says Joel Mokyr, an economic historian at Northwestern University.

When a train set a new land speed record this month by reaching an astonishing 357 miles an hour, there was no mystery about where the train’s designers lived or the speed test took place.

France.

“The French government has always been very good at making things where government support is critical,” like trains, nuclear power plants and airplanes, Mr. Mokyr says. “But the French are not terribly good at creating Googles or Microsofts, where private action is central.”

The French engineering company, Alstom, after all, is the world market leader in high-speed trains. But a well-informed person would be hard-pressed to name a leading French information technology company.

Indeed, many of France’s best computer brains work in Silicon Valley. These Franco-geeks, who number in the thousands, even have two associations, SiliconFrench and DBF.

“The French business system is constraining for individuals while supportive of scientists and engineers working on large, rigid systems that actually benefit from top-down decisions and slow change,” says Jean-Louis Gassée, a former Apple executive who helped organize DBF and is a partner at Allegis Capital in Palo Alto, Calif.

Comprehending innovation through the prism of national identity has its risks. In the 1970s, many people dismissed the Japanese as mere imitators and failed to see how the knowledge gained from copying would lead to path-breaking technologies. The success of Toyota, Sony and Japan’s vibrant animation industry provide cautionary tales for those who might dismiss entire nationalities as copycats or only as consumers of advanced innovations.

Nations can and do change, sometimes by smart planning, sometimes by serendipity. Finland, home to the mobile phone powerhouse Nokia, was an agricultural country 50 years ago. So was Ireland, now home to thriving clusters in electronics and pharmaceuticals. Ireland’s investment recruitment agency is now crowing about the virtues of “the Irish mind” in a series of print ads. The most popular ad, using a drawing of the Irish rock star Bono, declares: “The Irish. Creative. Imaginative. And flexible. Agile minds with a unique capacity to innovate, without being directed.”

Friends of Israel’s top engineering school, Technion, are paying for a similar series of ads, which appear periodically on the Op-Ed page of this newspaper. “The brainpower of its people” is “Israel’s only natural resource,” one ad declares.

Mr. Mokyr notes that “these ads pertain to highly trained people.” He adds: “It’s not that the people of one country are inherently smarter than those of others. But some nations invest more in education, or are more efficient in producing skilled people.”

Why this is so has been debated endlessly by economists since Adam Smith, the 18th-century author of “The Wealth of Nations.”

There is little debate, however, that small countries are freer these days than large ones to boast about the supposed talents of their people. That is partly because larger countries can inspire fear or may have a history of invading others. Irish chauvinism seems benign, yet some people may regard praising the genius of “the German mind,” for instance, as objectionable, given the history of German aggression in World War II.

Some countries are too big and diverse for easy generalizations. Talk of “the American mind” makes no sense because “the U.S. is so multicultural,” says Andreas Bechtolsheim, a native of Germany and a prominent computer designer in Silicon Valley.

While migration and the flow of knowledge across borders have led to a flattening of the world, different technological strengths remain associated with different nations. So nations bent on becoming more innovative in other fields must confront their own collective strengths — and weaknesses.

And that means taking stereotypes seriously, while not being imprisoned by them.

Consider China, the fastest-growing economy. “Chinese technologists are highly sensitive to their reputation as imitators, and they are trying to find areas where they can break through,” says Carlos Genardini, an American who is chief executive of Hong Kong Science and Technology Parks, an innovation incubator.

“Building the designs of others is a hard habit to break,” Mr. Genardini says. Sometimes success is the enemy. “The Chinese make a good living from making the products of others,” he adds. “Why change?”

One reason is political pressure. This month, the United States said it would ask the World Trade Organization to compel the Chinese government to do more to reduce, if not eliminate, factories devoted to churning out copies of American movies and other products.

Self-interest ultimately ought to persuade the Chinese that creativity trumps copying. That is because profits and industrial leadership, often go to the companies and countries that create distinct technological systems. Think Intel’s microprocessor family and Microsoft’s Windows operating system.

Or France’s high-speed trains.

Thinking ahead, China’s technologists talk openly about “a second modernization” and the importance of creativity. Yet China’s creative potential is limited by the hegemony of an authoritarian Communist Party, which recently showed its muscle by issuing new warnings against Chinese use of the Internet for suspect social and political purposes. Despite exhortations to be more original, Chinese people “feel a widespread fear of stepping out of the box,” says Justin O’Connor, a professor of “cultural industries” at the University of Leeds in Britain who is studying China’s recent experience.

China, of course, was the world’s leading technological power — 500 years ago. The grand sweep of history engenders humility and hope. National traits are fluid. Always shaped by unpredictable experience, these traits are subject to design and redesign. Just as technologists invent great products, countries invent, and reinvent, people.
P.S. – Bono eats his feces.

With a little something extra on the Raping of the Creative Mind, an anecdote by artist Jeff Soto wrote April 24, 2007, under the title “Imitation Art”:
And, lastly, I’m dealing with artists who are imitating mine and other’s work. They say imitation is a form of flattery but when people are doing stuff very similar in style to what you’ve been doing for years and they’re selling it, it’s more of a slap on the face. I am not naming any names but I’ve seen alot of imitation the past couple of years and it’s getting worse. The good thing is that for some reason people tend to copy the stuff I was doing right out of school- sun rays (hehe which I copied from Alex Gross), robots, boxes with wings, etc. It still sucks. I don’t know if the artists are to blame or the galleries that show them. Or it could be the buyers who are supporting this. So here’s some advice for everyone...

Artists- if you find yourself with a lack of ideas or have trouble finding your style, DO NOT take the easy path. Don’t look at who’s successful and steal their ideas. Do not copy them. Do not imitate them. This might help you sell some paintings, you may even sell out a show or two. But in the long run it will come back to bite you in the ass. You’ll be but a flash in the pan. A one hit wonder. If you are a serious artist and you make art because you have to, it’s in your soul, it’s in your heart, you will eventually find your own style. I’m not saying it will be easy. It takes sacrifice, dedication, and experimentation. And once you think you found your style, throw it all away. Because your shit will get stagnant if you don’t keep evolving. The artists who are copying will not be around in a couple years. Watch. *Note- it’s alright to be a little derivative right out of school, no one can help that. But if you’re out of school for a while and selling your paintings and deep down you know it’s not totally original, then it’s time to refocus and get onto a better path.

And..

Galleries- You have a responsibility to show original work. When you show work that is overly derivative, it cheapens your gallery and the entire “scene”. This scene is small. Really small actually. If you are showing work in this genre you should have at least an understanding of who the artists are, what their work looks like and where they have shown. You have to have the backbone to be able to tell artists to come back in a year with new work if it’s derivative. Galleries used to be tougher. It was special if your work got in. It meant you were making original, thought provoking work. Realistically not everyone is going to be able to show Viner or Camille Rose Garcia, but that doesn't mean you should find someone who is making similar work. There are tons of young artists out there who are deserving, hard working, eager and super original. Go find them. Promote them. Teach them. There are tons of young artists out there who are copying. They will come to you. Educate them. Push them. Be honest with them. They will return better artists.

And...

Buyers- You’re gonna hopefully buy a piece of art because you love something about it. Investing in art is not bad either. I hope you also really research the artists you are interested in (especially if you're looking at it as an investment). It’s hard to keep track of everything but try to stay informed. Most of the artists being copied have shown at some time at La Luz de Jesus (now Billy Shire Fine Art), Jonathan Levine Gallery, Merry Karnowsky, New Image Art, BLK/MRKT, etc. They have higher standards and will never show anything derivative. Research some of these galleries that have been around for a while (there are more, don’t limit to those I mentioned), get back copies of Juxtapoz, Giant Robot, check out American Illustration, there are also some great books on the subject. Most artists also have their resume’s listed on their websites. In short, do your research. Unless you don’t mind buying work that may be derivative, and that’s your prerogative (cue Bobby Brown here).

So that’s my little rant about this situation. I’ve talked to a lot of people about this and everyone agrees that it is getting to be a widespread problem. Any ideas on this? What are your thoughts?
A friend, jukebox & kind responder sent me a message on the headlined topic & subject matter a while ago that was recently given the go-ahead to be reproduced for the public. We had been talking about a television show i hesitate to name. We also talked about how I had thought the show was taking from Dick without giving credit. In hindsight, I was quite naïve, which you may notice my friend subdued the urge to tell me.

As of yet, I haven’t seen an entire episode of “Heroes.” I’ve seen bits and pieces of different episodes. So, I am familiar with the shows premise and some of its characters.

As for the regurgitation of Dick’s work, so far, I can see the similarities in the characters’ abilities. But, I don’t think the characters themselves are carbon copies. Dick’s work is a lot darker and more political.

“Heroes” is just the PG-way of telling the same story to a mass audience who didn’t read comic books, science fiction or anything else.

I can just imagine people watching this show and being in awe of a concept that they think is so original. That kind of situation sounds all too familiar to a Dick plot: Surreal fantasies, with characters discovering that their world is an illusion.

Oh yeah, and “Heroes” also reminded me of a show I used to watch on Nickelodeon called “The Tomorrow People.” Do you remember it? Basically, human evolution is taking place, and these evolved people are calling themselves “The Tomorrow People.” The TP would go through a transition phase like an over night ordeal, and it was called something like “breaking out.” If they survived that ordeal they would gain psi powers such as telepathy, telekinesis or teleportation.

Didn’t the characters on “Heroes” just wake up with their abilities?
Well, kind-of. Some woke up with the abilities, while others were awake when their abilities began to manifest. But, there’s a good point in there: stories we have now appear to be rehashed, retold or done over in a modern-day lingo many can hear/see/hear-see.

Why? For a greater society’s benefit(s); to pass on a form of knowledge to the initiated; to inject a metaphysical booster shot; “these memories can’t wait.”

Which brings me to a Postmodern asterisk: the Media violates us so much (“How much does she violate us?!”), that it becomes quite impossible to formulate a purely original story. Originality in our veins? Blood through the brain. Even if originality is assumed to be realized, and proudly i’ll add from personal experience, there are some savvy fuckers who shoot sticky, haughty nay-saying into our hair, at last ruining the high-ride plane. To add insult to injury, we were asleep the whole time we dreamed we were soaring clean free. They’ve, the happy trigger nay-sayers, become priests in media temples or pious Media whores, saying, “Yes, Nature says it is so.” Think of it this way, it’d be like me claiming to have found the metaphorical meaning of… “Bob”.

As a frequent flyer, i’d like to think that my creative mind is sitting safely amongst the comforts of what i’d like to call my own seat. Me & my salty peanuts. What is being avoided, quite blindly, is the fact that my creativity is apart of a bigger picture: us; the passengers, the seats, the oxygenated air, the pilots & crew and of coarse the plane. There is no me without we. (Or is it, “there is no we without me”?) We/me are/is telling ourselves/myself some important shit, a whole “new” outlook on life worth verbalizing, hence the creative output i’d like to call my own.

Which brings the crux of why originality can be such an elusive specter. Simply stated – maybe – a magician uses the language & elements in his/her environs to produce Magick. Or, an artist uses the language & elements in his/her environs to produce Art.

If all this is too much digital hoopla to handle in a given reading; if your lingering question is: what is all the scribbles & scratches & monkey pounding so far connected here worth; where is the true value of an art? If the question is there (or not), then let’s entertain an applicable tangent about how “You Remind Me of Me” (by Benedict Carey, at the NYT, published on February 12, this year of our Lord or in our current Common Era).
Artful persuasion depends on eye contact, but not just any kind. If one person prefers brief glances and the other is busy staring deeply, then it may not matter how good the jokes are or how much they both loved “Juno.” Rhythm counts.

Voice cadence does, too. People who speak in loud, animated bursts tend to feed off others who do the same, just as those who are lower key tend to relax in a cool stream of measured tones.
We have people making a living copying each other’s behavior in order to sell & create a market of the other. Arguably, whether or not the selling is justified or moral is a question for the cows when they do make it home.

Psychologists have been studying the art of persuasion for nearly a century, analyzing activities like political propaganda, television campaigns and door-to-door sales. Many factors influence people’s susceptibility to an appeal, studies suggest, including their perception of how exclusive an opportunity is and whether their neighbors are buying it.

Most people are also strongly sensitive to rapport, to charm, to the social music in the person making the pitch. In recent years, researchers have begun to decode the unspoken, subtle elements that come into play when people click.

They have found that immediate social bonding between strangers is highly dependent on mimicry, a synchronized and usually unconscious give and take of words and gestures that creates a current of good will between two people.

By understanding exactly how this process works, researchers say, people can better catch themselves when falling for an artful pitch, and even sharpen their own social skills in ways they may not have tried before.
Myths & meaning vary with people. Land in space & time observed through the focus of human beings. Past, present & future not in isolation but in regards to space. Shared & the bonds strengthen as a consequence. The prevalent popular culture of a given society tells us which bonds are possible. More bonds & the intensity of shared experience grows with strength. Myths & the meaning of experience vary with complexity. The human animal’s complexity fluctuates in multiple dimensions, constantly.
Imitation is one of the most common and recognizable behaviors in the animal kingdom. Just as baby chimps learn to climb by aping their elders, so infants pick up words and gestures by copying parents. They sense and mimic peers’ behavior from early on, too, looking up at the ceiling if others around them do so or mirroring others’ cringes of fear and anxiety.

Such behavioral contagion probably evolved early for survival, some scientists argue. It is what scatters a flock well before most members see a lunging predator.

Yet by drawing on apparently similar skills, even in seemingly trivial ways, people can prompt almost instantaneous cooperation from complete strangers.
Studies have found that if an invested other tries to sell us, and we know he/she is invested, we are inclined to reject the offer. (Noted, the studies were in an infantile state; only 37 university students were observed). “But we found that people who were mimicked actually felt more strongly about the product when they knew the other person was invested in it.”
Any amiable conversation provides ample evidence of this subconscious social waltz. Smiles are contagious. So is nodding, in an amiable conversation.

Accents converge quickly and automatically. A country chime or an Irish whistle can seemingly infect the voice of a New Yorker in a 10-minute phone call.
Later on in the article we are told that “when you’re being mimicked in a good way, it communicates a kind of pleasure, a social high you’re getting from the other person, and I suspect it activates the areas of the brain involved in sensing reward” by Jean Decety, a neuroscientist at the University of Chicago, said in the article.
Social mimicry can and does go wrong. At its malicious extreme, it curdles into mockery, which is why people often recoil when they catch of whiff of mimicry, ending any chance of a social bond. Preliminary studies suggest that the rules change if there is a wide cultural gap between two people. For almost everyone else, however, subtle mimicry comes across as a form of flattery, the physical dance of charm itself. And if that kind of flattery doesn’t close a deal, it may just be that the customer isn’t buying.

Everyone has the right to be charmed but not seduced.
In hindsight but with not enough foresight, the following observation might tie this gift of blog for you, Dear Reader. It was a gift from Schopenhauer, which probably conveys the deeper truths being searched for, in turn bringing to light, like receiving a toy we had not fathomed to be in existence, the inner meaning of play thus far played:
Everything that is really fundamental in a man, and therefore genuine works, as such, unconsciously; in this respect like the power of nature. That which has passed through the domain of consciousness is thereby transformed into an idea or picture; and so if it comes to be uttered, it is only an idea or picture which passes from one person to another.

Accordingly, any quality of mind or character that is genuine and lasting, is originally unconscious; and it is only when unconsciously brought into play that it makes a profound impression. If any like quality is consciously exercised, it means that it has been worked up; it becomes intentional, and therefore matter of affectation, in other words, of deception.

If a man does a thing unconsciously, it costs him no trouble; but if he tries to do it by taking trouble, he fails. This applies to the origin of those fundamental ideas which from the pith and marrow of all genuine work. Only that which is innate is genuine and will hold water; and every man who wants to achieve something, whether in practical life, in literature, or in art, must follow the rules without knowing them.