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enough of words. action now. observe all.

enough of words. action now. observe all.

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Last week at the Fabrica cinema we watched A Clockwork Orange, and this lovely music video samples the naked lady from the scene where Alex is put on stage to show that he has supposedly reformed, but the pavlovian effect only reduces him to the most grotesque acts of self-abasement. To note: the book shows Alex as a more complex character (capable of real transformation too!) than the film ever made him out to be.

From Anthony Burgess:
"I am glad, gentlemen, this question of Love has been
raised. Now we shall see in action a manner of Love that was
thought to be dead with the Middle Ages." And then the lights
went down and the spotlights came on again, one on your
poor and suffering Friend and Narrator, and into the other
there like rolled or sidled the most lovely young devotchka
you could ever hope in all your jeezny, O my brothers, to
viddy. That is to say, she had real horrorshow groodies all of
which you could like viddy, she having on platties which came
down down down off her pletchoes. And her nogas were like
Bog in His Heaven, and she walked like to make you groan in
your keeshkas, and yet her litso was a sweet smiling young
like innocent litso. She came up towards me with the light like
it was the like light of heavenly grace and all that cal coming
with her, and the first thing that flashed into my gulliver was
that I would like to have her right down there on the floor
with the old in-out real savage, but skorry as a shot came the
sickness, like a like detective that had been watching round a
corner and now followed to make his grahzny arrest. And
now the von of lovely perfume that came off her made me
want to think of starting to heave in my keeshkas, so I
knew I had to think of some new like way of thinking about
her before all the pain and thirstiness and horrible sickness
come over me real horrorshow and proper. So I creeched out:
"O most beautiful and beauteous of devotchkas, I throw
like my heart at your feet for you to like trample all over. If I
had a rose I would give it to you. If it was all rainy and cally
now on the ground you could have my platties to walk on so
as not to cover your dainty nogas with filth and cal." And as I
was saying all this, O my brothers, I could feel the sickness
like slinking back. "Let me," I creeched out, "worship you and
be like your helper and protector from the wicked like world."
Then I thought of the right slovo and felt better for it, saying:
"Let me be like your true knight," and down I went again on
the old knees, bowing and like scraping.
And then I felt real shooty and dim, it having been like an
act again, for this devotchka smiled and bowed to the audi-
ence and like danced off, the lights coming up to a bit of
applause. And the glazzies of some of these starry vecks in the
audience were like popping out at this young devotchka with
dirty and like unholy desire, O my brothers.

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ReBlogged by jacqueline on Dec 11, 2008 at 12:54 PM Posted by jacqueline on Dec 11, 2008 at 12:54 PM

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