Criptic Critic Conscience and Known for it

Saturday, January 31, 2015

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part 1.

A guilt trip to accompany the 'abuse' of machines or a re-presentation of the deep fear a few have for a woman's ability to reproduce. Alice in Wonderland, is part of the control matrix. Setting parameters for decisions that carefully change nothing. Always invent a third and fourth option than the ones given, include "see what happens". That little girl at the end, the last to escape, the last so called 'exile" from the matrix, and by "escaping" she plugs the hole, no more escaping, she always worked for them, she is one of them to manage the power supply lines, where all children work!

With a feeling of dissatisfaction that  Dot Com and other small time players are being prosecuted by Warner Bros. and others for doing what youtube does 24/7, I have down loaded the Matrix Trilogy from youtube, and edited out all the shit bits. Subjective, but I felt the story labored under a great deal of added bullshit, that I desired to see removed, while still paying respectful homage to the film and it's form. 

I added no new scenes. I didn't change the order of the shots. I only changed the length of a shot. or removed a shot entirely. Sorry for the audio glitches they were beyond my imovie 6's ability to fix.

Matrix 1: 386 cuts, -20 minutes + credits cut (approx).
Matrix 2: 324 cuts, -15 minutes + credits cut (approx).
Matrix 3: 209 cuts, -65 minutes + credits cut (approx).

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plus with the Matrix thing, it was the last film that for me really tackled in a major creative way metaphysical philosophy, and articulate it's limitations and narrative loops, and fissures. Ultimately exposing holes.

This  idea that the human ‘superman’ is manifest when unconscious, when at some high level of unconscious behavior trained by habit, the human will make something happen effortlessly that is understood to be very wonderful. The Artist, the athlete, the scientist. The factory worker asleep at the wheel.

I have somewhat attempted to resist this thought. I have tried instead to embed conscious thought into the behavior trained by habit. I have tried to become very aware, very conscious about what is exactly the work that I do. What is its effect. Then asking of work, what is it? (Which is your 'art of" as oppose to "what is art"? mainframe).  So what happens is through the will being conscious of the effort that it takes to reach something understood to be wonderful, that something wonderful becomes a real commodity. A type of anti commodity in conventional terms.

Simultaneously I have embraced the unconscious in terms of the wider order of things that this act of work takes place, in terms of the sequence of the arrange accumulation of said commodities and the pattern correlated translated as meaning. The event of larger pattern gathering contributes to a line of thought unseen by my particular time and place. Meaning I accept that I can only know so much, that I can not know exactly how I am contributing towards the future. So to this future self I ask  to be reviewed. To have my order made conscious. It is this order that I intend to make wonderful, by seeing it, seeing it’s pattern, and in seeing it begin to take control of it’s shape and direction. Ultimately I feel that I am trying to collapse the Descartes /Kants notion of dualities, and re-connect the unconscious to a sense of knowing. It is this 'suspended' feeling that I think has enabled us to develop language, but that now being language we will lose our body. This may have already happened. As I said I don't know our future self, but it feels like there should be room for both strands to co exist. Not one or the other.

Abstract Materialism

In reflection, the matrix philosophy to me,  is too caught up with its own material manifest, which has distracted from a bigger picture. I try to extract the now into these long tales that supposedly describe and certainly try to convince that life and death are bookends.  I'd like to engage with a pattern that doesn't see a big difference between life and death, doesn't judge those in polar opposites, moves from there... immortality, enlightenment , incorporation of some part of ourselves that becomes taken up into the all...  this is seen as an end goal, but I'm thinking it is inevitable, unavoidable. Not really a goal, a creation of conscious will, fused with the unconscious in a manifestation of a harmony that of course exists, in fact, is used as a stepping stone to go somewhere else. Like how wars are bonds between people seeking love being led in the means of that contact by another system that seeks to live 'off' that bonds severe manipulation. The problem of not seeing this 'off,' this alienation as a spiritual state, of actually wanting real change but there being the existence of real systems that simply will not enable change as that is not it's language. Change we are capable of, but are unable to render because of the way in which the problem is written and defined in the language that only makes the system that we wish to change stronger.

The training programs that they use are as good as the machines.

Dozen kids, the other ‘tryouts’ with powers of manipulating matter, one black child having the ability to read chinese? What happened to these guys, did an army of children fighting the machine run as bad taste to these people?

Dozer saves the day by only being wounded by Cypher and killing him. But in the next to movies he doesn’t appear and is said to be dead? What, oh he asked to renegotiate his contract and was booted off the film.
Pre war orgies,

Trinity was pregnent with Neo’s baby

Dreams and being in the matrix are difficult to tell apart.

“What is control, if we wanted we could smash it to bits.”

There is no spoon, but there is a knife, that is about to kill Neo, who is saved by a spoon being delivered.

Neo seems unable to figure out how others influence him, and his desire for sugar is a total mystery.

The oracle knows what Neo is going to do, but wants to know why he makes the decisions he does. “ We can never see past the choices we don’t understand. Which means the oracle never knows what Neo is going to do. But by setting his choices, doesn't need to know. Knowing is simply a lusty treat.

Because of you (rebel reality terrorist, Neo) I am free, (mainstream dream super bad guy) some part of you must have rubbed off, copied, I don’t know how it happened, but you can feel our connection, all I know is that i thought I knew the rules, but I didn’t, I couldn’t you broke them,  I was compelled to stay, I was compelled to disobey. I am no longer working for the system. What matters is what happened was done for a reason, as you know appearances can be deceiving, the reason why we are here is because we are not free, there is no escaping reason, no denying purpose, for with out purpose we would not exist. Purpose that creates us, connects us, pulls, guides, drives, defines, binds us. We are here because of you, we are here to take from you what you tried to take from us, purpose (the connection).
Free Smith, wants to turn Free Neo into a copy of himself. Destroying his own purpose for existing, which is to fight Neo. Which would create another Neo, giving him purpose again. I’m not free because I have a purpose, i can’t destroy my purpose even though my purpose is to destroy my purpose, if I destroy my purpose I destroy myself. But if I destroy myself destroying my purpose i may evolve into something else.
Somethings never change, and something do. Do you know what, which? Eat, Drink for the same of contrived appearances, no longer central to existing, but habit maintained as a convenient language and a chosen style.

Manchevelian, the only rebel in the system, “if we don’t take time, how can one ever have time”. The ultimate capitalist, “I am a trafficker of information I know everything there is, the question is do you?” To participate is to become his. “To be looking for him (the key maker) is a means not an end to do what?” You don’t know the answer because you were sent here, you obeyed, you don’t know, I know because of cause and effect, the only universal real truth, causality, choice is an illusion created by those with power and those with out. WHICH IS TO SAY THERE IS NO LOSS OF POWER UNLESS YOUARE TRICKED OUT OF IT< THERE IS ALWAYS ACTION> REACTION. The why and the reason can be tricked into disappearing, and all is left is the feeling of Power, in control or out of control, caused or responded. Underneath appearances, we fight to deny it but it is pretense it is a lie, we are more often than not,  out of our own control and submit to our feeling, connection to power. Knowing why, understanding this connection is subjective and separates me from you. WHY IS THE ONLY SENSE OF POWER, WITH OUT WHY YOU ARE POWERLESS, and are simply a link in the chain of cause of effect.

The Manchevelian was once a Neo, but graduated into gangster because of his relationship with Persephone, queen of Corn, the underworld and the mother of Dionysus,  who he loved. To perpetuate the rebel reflex reaction of Neo she desires to simulate her own experience through him, to re approach memories safely, from a distance, detached, where she is in control, applying them to her self like emotional stickers, patches over a rage that describes a change that she can not control. For it to deliver the hit, of pleasure it has to “feel real” make her, her senses “believe it is real”, over ride her knowledge that it isn’t. She knows it can not last, is not designed to, and yet she can not help wanting it, wanting more, again and again, over and over. The drama is re created, theater to stimulate then ride and control feelings.

the fact that the rebels have EMP’s lots of them, and that these completely destroy their enemy the machines, and that no matter how many machines are sent, 10, 20, a thousand, two hundred and fifty thousand, a million, what ever. All the rebels have to do is use their EMP’s wisely and they win, as they have obviously been doing for the last “one hundred year’. But for some reason the big plan is to try and kill each machine with shooting it with a metal bullet shot out of guns held by just a few of them. Amazing plan. They only have a few ships with the EMP weapons on board but none of them seem to carry the ability to recharge after the EMP blast shuts down their electrics. Amazing. Amazing plan to fly a ship back to the last human city and use the EMP blast in a kamakazi gesture, making sure that the bullet defense joke is wiped out preparing them for the final show down, a bunch of rats in a hole, being shot at. As military strategy goes it’s not much. Don’t you love how the anti hippy military man goes to pray at the goddess of mercy when all the shit hits the fan and his ego is finally fried the way this whole war was designed by him to do, he sends out his code breaking trajectory out of his body like a forbidden seed, of seamen soiling sinning catching flame and bursting into a holy beam of light that was his soul finally used, set free from the cage of iron military construct to hold their love.

As Trin  lay dying, and Neo blind but able to see energy as light, why can’t Neo see Trinity, why can he not se her light, fading as it must be, he could not see her at all, he had to follow the sound of her voice, and feel for her with his hands. Though he would do anything, risk his own life, risk the immediate destruction of every single individual living being on the planet for her, when she dies, he calmly moves off to save the very people he had previously ignored the importance of, and openly risked the total destruction of. He did this of course because he knew that the Architect, the enemy control was lying. That he did not possess the answer for he was the answer and the question. It was his miracle of existence that was attempting to be understood, and it took the total simulation and actuation of death to illuminate the entire subject from behind, like the outline of a shadow puppet, into the darkness shapes are imagined within the silhouette that are not there, but are there enough.

In my edit Neo, and Mr Anderson merge as one in the mind of the rebel software that was threatening to shut down the human and the machine worlds. By merging the rebel software gained his morality, his honor and no longer felt spiteful, accepted the ‘others’ purpose as not hostile but indeed co operative, despite appearances. The programs cry of “oracle” revealed to be a simulation of future telling, where complete control enables predetermined outcomes, faking seeing the future. But ensuring that things run smoothly, that humans are still sucked like batteries, by now two artificial frankesteins, who are in no way comparable to the elegant original Mary Shelly’s Frankestein story, a creature of, enormous size, superior intellect, strength, grace, adaptability, agility and survivability. A creature whose weakness was human, who killed himself and those who had touched his heart for a cruelty received that broke his massive heart.

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