Today it is Rosa’s 110th birthday. To mark the occasion, I fuse her words with images of good, beautiful females I know and like and admire. One is a real woman, Deeanna Appadu, born and raised in Mauritius, and now in Australia. The other a goblin art comic and street-dwelling superhero, Shine Of The Moon. Both are women of color. In Shine’s case the color is tawny.
I brought them together once in one of Shine’s artistic homes
Geoff Fox, 4th February, 2023, Melbourne, Australia
Today is the 114th birthday of mystical philosopher Simone Weil who wrote: “Whether the mask is labeled fascism, democracy, or dictatorship of the proletariat, our great adversary remains the apparatus—the bureaucracy, the police, the military. Not the one facing us across the frontier of the battle lines, which is not so much our enemy as our brothers’ enemy, but the one that calls itself our protector and makes us its slaves. No matter what the circumstances, the worst betrayal will always be to subordinate ourselves to this apparatus and to trample underfoot, in its service, all human values in ourselves and in others.”
In one week, on February 10th, court proceedings, criminal charges, will begin against me, a 65 year old man with no criminal record, for refusing to stop attempting to stand up for an aboriginal or First Nations man who wanted to enter a church and was threatened with arrest.
The Orwellian stupidity and callousness of government and the injustice system in Australia seems to know no bounds.
I take solace in these facts:
A. The best people in churches in Australia know that this sort of thing is wrong. They are a light in what is now for me a very dark life.
B. I can still normally at peace in places of worship and with people devoted to truth and to God.
C. Gazing on the glorious mystique and attractive power of beautiful women is not yet a crime.
Like Anita Ekberg (pictured above and below) whose breakout role as an unattainable star was in la Dolce Vita, which was released 63 years ago on this date in Italy. When Ekberg had earlier played Helene in “War and Peace”, she was billed as “Paramount’s Marilyn Monroe.”
Anita Ekberg got into men’s heads. Because she could. That’s freedom.
On this date, February 2nd, in 1947, Farrah Fawcett was born, 25 years after author James Joyce published his masterpiece, Ulysses, on his 40th birthday, also the second of February.
The words in the image above, where Farrah truly bloomed, are the final words in the novel spoken by Molly Bloom who functions in Joyce’s work as something like an Earth Goddess and a self-aware, perceptive, liberated woman.
I think the novel’s final words go well with the iconic red swimsuit image in which Fawcett’s sexuality was both more explicit (with bare thigh and a protruding nipple’s shape very clear seen) than previous sex goddesses like Mae West and Marilyn Monroe, but also more restrained in a girl next door sort of way.
More words from James Joyce’s Ulysses with Fawcett in the middle flanked by her Charlie’s Angels co-stars Jacklyn Smith (left) and Kate Jackson (right)
For me this is what a truly free culture, like American culture at its best, can do: constantly reinvent and improve upon itself.
But, sometimes, that change goes the other way.
The sexual liberation that accompanied the second wave of feminism has been partially replaced in this century by a misandrist sexual repression, where male heterosexuality can at times be treated as criminal, as if all male attraction to women is tantamount to rape.
I am Jim Cousens. I don’t want to boast but, just so there wont be any confusion about how important my dockamentry films are to the future of mankind: “I am I am”.
In seeking a “show (chance) for freedom” with his friend, the runaway slave Jim, Huck Finn fled the constraints of houses and schools on land where he was “so cramped up and sivilized” and discovered on the mighty Mississippi River that, “You feel mighty free and easy and comfortable on a raft.”
Huck’s creator, Mark Twain, learnt on travels abroad that “when you get used to terror your emotions get dulled.”
This describes the nation of sheep which is Australia: too many idiots following bigger idiots to their freedom’s doom. Increasingly a nation of slaves.
Now I am not a shrinking violet when it comes to pointing out what is wrong with Australia. As Mark Twain wrote: “To be a patriot, one had to say, and keep on saying, ” Our country, right or wrong,” and urge on the little war. Have you not perceived that that phrase is an insult to the nation?” A true patriot will try to fix what’s wrong with his country, not pretend that everything’s allright.
So today, Pear Harbour Day, is the perfect time for me to turn what’s wrong around by sneaking up on my commie enemies in government in Australia and invoking the Anzus treaty which was created to deal with the threat of communism.
Today, 7th December, 2022, in the year of Our Lord, I call upon POTUS 47, Mr Ron DeSantis, of the free state of Florida, to exercise his moral authority and abilities, which already far exceed those of Joseph Robinette Biden Jr., and to invade as much of Australia as is necessary to save Australia from the evil pinko threat of Criminal-In-Chief, Daniel Michael Andrews, and his protégé, Anthony Norman Albanese. Biden is a mostly pinko Catholic, so the job has to go to a proven Pope Benedict style Catholic like Ron, the Navy Lieutenant Commander from Jacksonville.
Without wanting to put any undue emotional pressure on Mr DeSantis, I do point out now that no one has ever compensated Australia for what was done in America to Phar Lap and to Les Darcy and, even worse, to Olivia Newton-John.
If Ron is feeling really energetic at this time, he could consider fixing up New Zealand as an added bonus. I say in conclusion, “It’s up to you, mate. Whaddayareckon?”
“THE sun was up so high when I waked that I judged it was after eight o’clock. I laid there in the grass and the cool shade thinking about things, and feeling rested and ruther comfortable and satisfied. I could see the sun out at one or two holes, but mostly it was big trees all about, and gloomy in there amongst them. There was freckled places on the ground where the light sifted down through the leaves, and the freckled places swapped about a little, showing there was a little breeze up there. A couple of squirrels set on a limb and jabbered at me very friendly. ” Huck Finn on Jackson’s Island
Two days ago, the freedom movement in Melbourne demonstrated passionately on election day against the Victorian State government of Daniel Michael Andrews of the Socialist Left faction of the Australian Labor Party.
Andrews won the election. Unfair and square perhaps because of media bias, but he clearly won.
However, in the realm of ideas that serve the needs of people, the best freedom fighters in Melbourne annihilate Daniel Andrews time and time again.
Today is the 265th birthday of the creative genius, poet and artist, William Blake. So, today, I combine words from Blake with the image of another wonderful creative spirit, freedom fighter Emma La Chanteuse, who lit up the streets of Melbourne with her energy, youth and totally female, totally Aussie beauty last Saturday in ways that few people can.
(Original words by William Blake, positioned in photo by Geoff Fox.)
Emma travels Australia in her car, perhaps a modern swagwoman (Please study Australia’s unofficial national anthem,Waltzing Matilda – about a 19th century swagman (itinerant) who sometimes took what he needed as he traveled the land by foot – to understand a little more about this swagwoman concept which I am suggesting describes Emma.)
At last Saturday’s Melbourne protest march, I observed Emma seeing a man wearing rings similar to her own and walking straight up up to him to find out what connected them both.
(Original words by William Blake, positioned in photo by Geoff Fox.)
This sort of willingness to connect person to person is what Australia’s freedom movement needs to do on a much bigger scale to get electoral success.
To seek unity. Comradeship. Openly. Freely.
Lest we forget what William Blake taught us about being fully human, God Bless Emma and God Bless Freedom.
Geoff Fox, 28th November, 2022, Down Under
“Love seeks not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds Heaven in Hell’s despair.” – William Blake.