Monday, September 08, 2014

No Metaphor


It always seems like the same thing over and over again.  A long hallway with no windows, apparently leading nowhere, and a person in some sort of work uniform walking through them.  That's the idea that always comes to me, that's the way I want to start everything out.  So there was this guy in his work outfit walking down a long hallway with no windows.  Anyone reading would think that I am trying to be metaphorical, the hallway represents this, the fact that there are no windows represents this; but I'm not trying to be metaphorical.  I'm not trying to make some statement about alienation or consumerism or our society or any of that.  I try to convey a mood, sure, because that is what I really care about, but even that doesn't really get established until we follow this guy for awhile and see what the hallway looks like.  What color the walls are, what kind of floor coverings he is walking upon.  are the doors made of metal or wood?  Is the lighting dim or bright or is it comfortable?  All of these things come together to create this mood.  But metaphor?  No.  Not trying to establish a metaphor.  Just trying to establish a scene.  And it seems to always be the same scene with me.  A long hallway with no windows, apparently leading nowhere, and a guy in his work uniform walking through them.

Obviously I'm the guy.  I don't know why I always try to be coy about that fact.  I even started out by saying person as if to suggest that it could be someone other than a man.  But it's me, or rather the cartoon version of myself that I always draw at work.  about fifty pounds lighter with a Stan Laurel haircut.  Shirt buttoned up all the way to the top.  On the clock but doing nothing but walking through hallways.  A perturbed look on my face like I am trying to solve some complex problem but am actually daydreaming about some science fiction landscape I would rather be in, despite the fact that the windowless hallway itself is a staple of science fiction.  But I always want the door to open to something stranger than it does, something panoramic, something horrifying or beautiful.  Somewhere other than the place I am find myself walking in.

So I was walking through a long hallway with no windows, apparently leading nowhere, allowing myself to daydream because the parcel I needed to pick up was at the very end of the hall, and it took a few minutes, even at a brisk pace, to get there.  This hallway was the longest one in the building, extending nearly two city blocks.  This gives you some sense of its length though block length usually varies from town to town.  The ceiling in this part of hallway was quite tall but once I passed the elevator bank that was steadily approaching on the right it would become much lower.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Huffington Post Comments Commentary Item 3001: ' Michael Richards Opens Up About Laugh Factory Tirade With Seinfeld On 'Comedians In Cars' Finale '

The only people that can forgive Richards are the ones that he aimed his anger at, and from what I heard they accepted a large amount of money from him, so to me that would imply forgiveness. If I were to be so incredibly outraged by the words of someone and really wanted them to be punished and really have to think hard about their actions (which I believe that Richards has) I would refrain from accepting a large cash payout. It would be the principle of the thing I would be more focused on and by accepting money from the offender it would signify the fact that my hurt feelings could be healed by cash.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Huffington Post Comments Commentary Item 2001: 'Bret Easton Ellis: I Was 'Banned' From The GLAAD Media Awards '



I agree with Ellis' position that GLAAD is trying to exert control over the LGBT community by not allowing him to attend the event due to his controversial statements. Just because you are supporting a group of people does not give you the power to try and mold them into the type of people you want them to be. The strings attached have ramifications that remind this reader of the sort of Christian missionary work where food was offered only to those who converted. Any attempt to quantify or control how a person acts or banning said person from an event only because of comments that he or she has made feels like coercion and culture manipulation. This sort of intolerance is rather telling,

Huffington Post Comments Commentary Item 1001: 'Great Gatsby' Box Office Bested By 'Iron Man 3'

In this new section, I will be posting my replies to comments made at the Huffington Post.


babby201 said:

How many remakes does this make now ?
there was a version early on, even before Robert Redford.
How about actually reading the book ,its free at your local library .

In reply to: babby201

You can't really remake a book into a movie, nor can you remake a movie that is based on a book when you are basing your movie on the original text. What you are doing is adapting the text into film form.

I've read the book twice and I have seen the Robert Redford version, which is rather poor, but many people don't have time to read every book that comes down the pike. I am a literate man but a slow reader so I have to pick and choose. Take 'Anna Karenina'. What I will do is view the film to acquaint myself with the characters and plot and then check wikipedia or sparknotes to see if there have been any major plot points changed from the original text. I did the same with 'Les Miserables' and was able to have a very intelligent conversation about it afterward with friends who were quite familiar with the original text.
 
 

Friday, December 21, 2012

Song of the Week (12/16/2012)

This will be the new segment on the Outer Channel!  That's right!  It's Kurt Weller's Song of the Week!

This weeks gem is 'Feel My Ubiquity' by the ill-fated 'Jesus Twins'.


The above image is from the Jesus Twins website, it was manipulated by me using Gimp software to create an album cover for the single.


Friday, December 14, 2012

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Thoughts on 'Environmental Description'

The new architecture is not necessarily based upon the natural laws of physics or spatial relationship; it seems to be solely based around the imagination of the individual. The new architecture exists within the mind, which translates it onto the computer, television and cinema screens. It is my goal to translate my inner architecture into the written word.

The great expanses of space that exist within my mind, especially when I dream, are seemingly endless. They consistently aim downwards into the earth that lies beneath the unspoiled beauty of the sylvan utopia above. The descriptions are not necessarily stories unto themselves, though there is a narrative that has to be based upon the temporal and the spatial in order to give the reader the bearing needed to find his or her way around the environment.

It is not necessarily poetry; Poetry imparts a sort of snapshot of emotion during a specific time and place and while this enviornmental writing does indeed create mood, or at least strives to, it does so in a prose style so I am hard pressed to call it poetry and the term prose poetry has always felt somewaht nebulous to me at its best and trite at its worst. Ihave never especially liked it and really don't want to fall back on it too easily.


I strive to write these pieces in a neutral manner, letting the reader take on the role of the explorer wandering the grounds. Sometimes, however, a character may develop naturally as the environment exerts a will of its own upon the person trapped in the words and if the writing is strong enough, hopefully the reader as well. 

It is for these reasons that I struggle with a label for these pieces. I find it somewhat uncomfortable in that I do not really like labels for genres, especially since the last twenty years have created such a ridiculously large amount of labels in an attempt to clarify when they do nothing more than confuse. Do we really need to call electronically generated music 'electronica', 'house', 'intelligent dance music', 'ambient' or 'industrial'? Maybe we do, but anyway, as usual, I digress; One could argue that we don't really need to label anything at all but we continue to and this process will most likely not stop, especially not due to any antipathy on my part.

I am reluctant to call this an exercise or an expirement because these terms usually lack focus or craftsmanship and add up to little more than the conceit of the young writer struggling with the frustration of not being able to express his or her thoughts and feelings onto the written page.

However, in an attempt at honesty and literary confidence, I must commit myself to some sort of term and that is why have chosen, until a better one comes along, 'Environmental Description'.  I hope that the reader will find it fitting for this project.



"Hell Bank Note Arcade": New Environmental Description by Kurt Weller.


Hell Bank Note Arcade

There is a hallway that's long...  Straight.  It's hard to make out its colour mostly because of the lighting.  Sometimes it appears that the hallway is different colours based upon the light source as you walk down it.

And there are skid marks on the floor from tires where electric carts drive up and down this hallway.  One wonders how there could be skid marks as the carts never seem to travel that fast; and there are also bump marks on the walls: black and rubbery where the same carts have obviously run into the delicate painted surface.

You wonder if it is dry wall on the surface of the wall covering up brick or block and you just keep going down this hall and you can't see the end of the hall.  It just keeps on going and going and there are no markings on the hall.  And the lights are the same.  The only thing that seems to change the coloration of the lights is the plastic shades and their level of filthiness:  if they are clean the light is pure white which effects the walls, but if the plastic shades are filthy the light is more yellow, more brown, more orange; and there seems to be a light every ten feet.

These ceiling lights are the only thing that give you any bearing as to how far this tunnel goes.  Every hundred lights or so there is a bench.  The benches all appear to be by the same manufacturer: they are wood and metal and vinyl.  The sides are metal with in-laid wood veneer.  Real wood is used as the base of the cushions which seem to have a piece of squared off foam beneath the perfectly squared-off vinyl.  These are all a dull gray.  They are also, like the lights, in different states of disrepair.

Sometimes there will be a stain on one or a cigarette burn.  You wonder who would smoke down here because it is such a long hall; such a long way to go.  But someone must want to smoke down here.  So as you continue walking you reach into the breast pocket of your jacket and you pull out your cigarette case.  It is a gift from your partner.  I have decided not to establish the gender of your partner or your gender for that matter; However, we do establish that you are wearing a unisex outfit.  A suit with a tie.  Close cropped hair cut, slowly faded down the neck, a little longer on top.

There isn't a non-smoking sign so you light your cigarette, have a seat at the bench, and then you start wondering if one of those electric carts is going to come by and if one does come by you wonder if the driver would be kind enough to give you a ride down the hall.

When you entered the hallway from the main building with its beautiful concrete and glass atrium which actually encloses a whole third of the eastern end of an older building built in the nineteen fifties and connects it to similarly dated buildings creating a closed in space over what was once an outdoor courtyard.  You start to miss the atrium with its store fronts and people and as you looked to the north away from the entrances of the three buildings you saw the beginning of rolling hills and a lush forest further out.  The entrance to the hallway you are now walking through which at some point in the north disappeared into the side of the hill.

You assume that you are underground because you have been walking for several minutes.  so you finish up your cigarette, you look down and see that there is an ashtray between the two vinyl cushions of the bench, you stand up and you continue walking north, you assume, though it is hard to tell:  If the hallway was built at an angle and due to the length of it even the slightest angle could take you on a northwestern or northeastern track without really knowing it.  So you keep walking and then when you turn around you see that the bench is on your left hand side when before it was on your right so you are confident that you are going in the right direction.

You walk about 250 more feet, you base this on the number of lights that you started counting and you begin to hear a sound coming from up ahead so a little spring adds to your step and a few feet down you look to your right and there is a fully carpeted room.  Gray carpeting covers the floors and a sort of aqua gray, dark grayish blue carpeting covers the walls and the ceiling is covered by a black grid of mirrored lights which are quite dim.  Inside this room, which is about fifty feet by fifty feet, are several video arcade game cabinets.

There is a large cabinet with its back towards you.  Its wiring disappears into the floor through a small carpeted hatch that you are sure if you were to open would reveal a crawlspace where different internet and electric sources go.  When you get to the front of the game you find that it is your favorite Japanese fighting game.  A game that you have been playing for several years. so you walk over to the token dispenser, swipe your debit card, and request twenty Hell Bank Note slips and then you realize that you don't have your gold access card to the game so you have to purchase one of those as well, which costs four dollars.  So to make it an even twenty five dollars you add an extra credit.

The slips come out, printed Hell Bank Notes, and you didn't notice before but the back wall is decorated with a giant blow up of the Hell Bank Note so common in Chinese funerals as ghost money.  You place four of the bills into the bill feeder of the game, you push your gold card (and when I say gold it is not shiny gold but just the basic colour of gold.  Matte finish.  Almost mustard yellow/orange in colour) and embossed in it is the strange symbol of the game.

You are then asked if you want to format the card you push "yes" on the touch screen.  The game cabinet has a very large 40" screen.  You touch it "yes".  As it is formatting there is an animation of a more cartoonish version of your character running in place.  Your character is a tall androgynous looking female, black pinstripe slacks, a bustier pushing up very small breasts - almost completely flat-chested, a long trench coat, a red and black scarf, a shock of black hair that rises out of a red and black lined headband.  You only get access to this character during the formatting after you typed in your user name and password.

You slide in the rest of the Hell Bank Note credits and you power up all of the attributes of your character by tapping on the 'plus two' symbols next to each pictograph depicting strength by a fist, health by a cartoon heart, agility by a foot, marksmanship by a rifle sight and you start the first bout.

You easily wipe out your opponent because you have jacked up your stats so quickly, somewhat taking a short cut because you have paid so much money.  And after you beat the first bout the game tells you that it has to do some calculations which could take up to twelve to thirteen minutes so you lay down at the foot of the game on the carpet, running your hand along the base of the game, following the seems of the carpeted floor.

The other games in the room, games that you are not familiar with and have no intention of playing have their access panels to the crawlspace as well and as the game is calculating it makes a soothing tinkling sound like coins being dispensed by a slot machine or like pachinko balls and this sort of soothing din slowly puts you to sleep.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

This thing needs a cleaning!

My new goal is to get this site cleaned up
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Monday, January 24, 2011

Impossible Works (For Piano, Xylophone And Vibes)

After a decade of obscurity I am proud to release my first ambient offering for your relaxation needs:


Listen:


Download:


The Lunar Valet
Manservant
The Lobotomized Love Affair
The Ghostly Shape Of Eagerness Past
The Communal Supper
To Make This Into A Working Romance
I Could Request A Heart's Desire, Remember?
Please Tell Me It Wasn't All In Vein
Sarah's Engagement
Once I Stepped Headlong Into The Matriarchal Parlour Of My Youth

Friday, January 21, 2011

Deriva_K Laboratories Announces New Project!


I am excited to announce that I have recently gotten an announcement from Audiologist_K (through snail mail of course) that Deriva_K Laboratories are in the process of doing a Spectator's Cut of the rare 1969 film The Projectionist, a surreal film that deserves a viewing (and as Audiologist_K always says '...if you loved it or hated it you may want to view our version as well...') because it captures an often overlooked essence of the late sixties and also includes the first film appearance of comedic genius Rodney Dangerfield.

Stay tuned for more info for update info as it comes in.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Kurt Weller on Politics

I am not a political person. I've never studied politics. I am in no way an expert on the subject. However, over the past several years I have begun to notice that the vast majority of political experts out there are nothing more than entertainers who validate the beliefs and fears of their audiences. It reminds me of film or literary criticism in that you have a person espousing a political opinion based on dubious credentials.

For a few years now I have thought of creating a political essay in film form. In order to flesh out the ideas that will appear in this essay I have decided to start an electronic journal where I can record the thoughts that come to me. This will be purely personal and my main goal is to try and make sense of the world that I live in. It would be dishonest to say that I am not trying to sway others to my way of thinking, after all, isn't that one of the major goals of political writing?

This will be held separate from the Plaza of the Mind and this will be the last that you hear of the project until the filmed essay is completed.

Remember, I do this for one reason and one reason alone: I am an American and I love the fact that I can do whatever the fuck I want to (within reason).

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Thursday, January 13, 2011

Episode 3001 - E19 - 01-03-11 - Concerning Tron Legacy



Kurt Weller and Bob Dobbs discuss Tron: Legacy and the similarities between it and the work of Mr. Dobbs.

Stream it here:


Or download it here:


Please continue to enjoy the move from Blogtalkradio to the Internet Archive!


Saturday, December 25, 2010

'A song by Mike' Rough Draft Video Version




I am proud to present my first new song in quite some time. It is called 'A Song about Mike'. It doesn't really have much to do with the holiday season but I felt creative so I 'bashed it out' - as they say... What the song is about is my preference of Michael Nesmith over John Lennon. Sort of the 'Blatant Phony over the Crypto Phony'....

The following video will be improved upon as time goes by, but I did feel a need to get this out to the public ASAP so I will let this serve as a place holder:

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A Song By Mike

by Kurt Weller

You ask some people
what they think

And they'll tell you that
their favorite is John

They'll even ask you
to sing
one of his songs

At karaoke

But I say 'fuck that!'

I ain't gonna sing like that

I'd never sing a song by John

Cause that's not the shit that I like

No that's not the shit that I like

I'll never sing a song by John

I'll only sing a mother fucking song by Mike

In this motherfucking mic with my mic

You'll only hear a motherfucking song by Mike

A motherfucking song by Mike

A motherfucking song by Mike

A motherfucking song by Mike

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

More Green from one who loves Orange.


I enjoy this shade of green. I find it soothing. This is in no way a political statement. On a leftist site I read that 'all art is intrinsically political'. I could not disagree with this statement more. As Richard Serra has said, art is unnecessary to human survival, that is the stance I take on it. It need not have any political content at all.

I'm sure one could look into the green image in all sorts of ways and I suppose it would be right for them. For me, the creator of the image, however, I deny any politic.

There is the image and then there is the attempt to explain the image. I am in love with the former, I find the latter galling and exhausting.
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Thursday, November 18, 2010

The Hiatus has been Suspended!

I am pleased to announce that Bunny Brown has agreed to appear on the Plaza of the Mind Internet Talk Show!


We are currently working out the particulars but stay tuned for a new episode, I am very excited about this, Ms. Brown's music has been my personal soundtrack for this rainy fall season.

Thursday, August 05, 2010

PotM miming the progression of 20th century media.


As frequent visitors to the Plaza have no doubt noticed, I have been sort of miming the historic progression of twentieth century media over the past three years. I started the Plaza back in2006 with mostlyphoto-journalistic pieces concerning events I attended or places I thought worth mentioning. In 2007 I began an interview series conducted by email with several artists I admired, these interviews appeared here in text format, my own little planet in the Gutenberg Galaxy of print. Last year I began the PotM Internet Talk show over at blogtalkradio. A friend recently commented that 'the quality of the audio (of the PotM Internet Talk Show) reminds me of old AM radio'. I concur; As a child I used to enjoy listening to AM radio at night while riding with my father home from an event, or listening to a baseball game with him while we worked in the garage or out in the yard, so I really enjoy the actual sound of the show and the memories that it brings back.


At the top of the page you will now find the Plaza of the Mind Interview Index. Thanks to new technology I have been able to index every interview for your convenience. Creating the index I was surprised by the amount of work that I had actually done. I knew I had interviewed quite a few people but still felt surprised when I saw the completed index page. I have to say I am pretty proud of this facet of my creative expression. For those who love the printed word I apologize in advance: I don't foresee a return to the written interview. I did fifteen interviews in a relatively short span and I enjoyed it immensely. I prefer, however, the PotM Internet Talk Show format. I feel that I am able to interact in a more naturalistic fashion with my guests and this just means a higher quality experience for everyone involved.

Where, you might ask, do we go from here? For the moment I have been dividing my creative energies in several different directions: The PotM Internet Talk Show, my ongoing discussion of para-media ecology with Bob Dobbs over at Episode 3001 and the never ending search for the funny,obscure and beautiful with Greg Lester at the Outer Channel Internet Variety Show. I have also been doing heavy revisions on the novel I wrote in 1997 in addition to preparing live versions of a group of songs I wrote in the mid to late nineties.

This is a very exciting period in my life and I thank all who come here to visit. I pledge to keep on pouring all of the energy I can muster into these projects. I also pledge to bring the Plaza of the Mind back up to speed. I have been a neglectful caretaker for the past year. The neglect ends now!

Stay tuned.


PotM Internet Talk Show Ep 0101 featuring Paul Robb!

Over the past several weeks I have had the pleasure of re-interviewing several people who had visited the Plaza in text format with me. I am very happy to say that this trend seems to be continuing and am very happy to announce that Paul Robb of Information Society (one of the first people to venture onto the Plaza back in 2007) will be appearing on the show Monday, August 9th at 8PM PST.

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

PotM Internet Talk Show Ep 9001 featuring Stefene Russell


Tonight I interviewed Stefene Russell on the PotM ITS. This is an all time High! You all know Stef got me through the late 90s with Plan 10! Check it out:


http://www.blogtalkradio.com/plaza-of-the-mind/2010/08/04/potm-its--ep-9001-featuring-stefene-russell

Saturday, July 31, 2010

My Tom Green Album Cover

There was no album cover for Tom Green's Basement Jams recording so I decided to make one myself. I shared it over at TomGreen.com:





Monday, July 19, 2010

Friday, July 16, 2010

The PotM Internet Talk Show welcomes musician Robert Hecker on July 27th!

I am pleased to announce that Robert Hecker, guitarist for Redd Kross and It's OK, will be joining me for some Internet Talk on Episode 9001!

I am very excited as I have been a huge Redd Kross fan for the last twenty years.

Please join us!

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Portrait of Iggy Pop


'Iggy Pop'
Black Bic Inkpen and Highlighter on Copy Paper.

Monday, July 12, 2010

The Plaza of the Mind Internet Talk Show Interview with Stefene Russell

Due to extenuating circumstances my interview with Stefene Russell has been postponed. The new date will be posted when we figure out the details. Thanks for your understanding.




I am pleased to announce that Stefene Russell will be appearing on tonight's edition of the PotM Internet Talk Show.

Stefene Russell, actor, poet and author, blew me away when I first saw her in Trent Harris' Plan 10 From Outer Space. In 2007, I found out that Stefenehad done a recording of her poetry entitled Radioactive Cat Radio. In my attempts to track down the record I ended up contacting Stefene and she sent me out a copy of the CD for free! Stefene agreed to an email interview and now she will be appearing on the PotM Internet Talk Show! Please join us:




Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Project :: Brittany

I have begun working on the Project :: Brittany film, based on the Twitter piece of the same name, by recording a rough draft of the basic Film Core.

I will actually shoot the film in higher definition, however these three production stills should give one the idea of what the final Film Core will look like.

I look forward to presenting this short film, my first in several years, it debuts on August 1st at Vimeo.


Saturday, July 03, 2010

That Novel I Started In 1997

Well, I'm proud to say that I put a good two to three hours into revisions this evening. It feels so good and right, as if I have somehow traveled back to that wonderful year when I was able to write like it was my job. I have had to delete so much text but it feels so good because I know that the text I am going to replace it with is going to be so much better. I think it is important that I am working on the original novel. I have had several false starts since I thought I finished it, perhaps the novel was just waiting for this time to come out. It feels so much like it is writing itself. It creeps me out at times....

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

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