Tag: serious (Page 3 of 5)

 

The key doesn’t work

Oh I don’t know how he could have got into that

Good luck with finding a place to live

So why did you come here?

 

I wonder sometimes what it would be like to work for the government

 

To have the certainty of a job, a mission

 

To enjoy the spectacle when someone less privileged than you

 

Less

Connected

 

Is on the ropes. When you can put them there

 

Imagine the power of deciding who and what gets the cure

 

To a disease

 

That we may well have placed there.

 

Can you understand?

 

What rights do the individuals used in the DNA human genome Odyssey

 

Have to their own DNA?

 

Are they going to make me, rich and white, healthier?

 

Can it be used against them?

 

These are not inconsequential questions

 

When they took your photo, you thought they might be stealing your soul

 

Now, I wonder if they are determining who has the right to live.

 

So glad we got those GlaxoSmithKline shares

 

A bit of horse trading with Pfizer

 

Makes it a nice

 

Cartel.

 

Drugs. Of course.

 

Of a certain

 

Income.

 

But we’re so

 

Respectable.

 

I don’t think that you thinking that Dow Chemical and Pfizer

 

What are they doing near naval yards? Do we know what goes on, do the 

 

I think that’s a bit

 

You may laugh but I bet

 

They sign up for it

 

Do they? The only way…you could get doctors and vets to sign affidavits before every patient to pledging their independence from government

 

It isn’t government. Technically it is companies so

 

What if you sued the shareholders? What if you sued the shareholders and made everyone liable for false claims that result in death or injury?

 

America is lawsuit mad. Couldn’t do it. People would be afraid to

 

It could be voluntary. You sign a certificate on your wall that says you are not an employee of the government, military or intelligence and you have not received any money to push drugs

 

Well that is dependent on them agreeing

 

People could refuse to go to any medical practitioner until he signs it. Revenue will be down

 

Maybe but you are talking about millions of

 

You could go to the international court. And argue that the DNA of individuals in third world countries is being used to benefit large pharmaceuticals and that it is is illegal under UN shit what law does the UN have to cover it

 

Not sure

You’d have to find the law

 

Find an African lawyer who wants to make sure they get rights to their own cures

 

It isn’t that easy in biomedical cases, there is the issue of proving that they have used strains of their genetic markers

 

Can’t you cross examine the scientists?

 

They probably work for government or the company with non-disclosure

 

Wrongful death

 

Still got to have witnesses

 

Are you telling me not one person will come forward to posit

 

The Manhattan project baby

 

Fuck me. Poor Oppenheimer. He looked like a fucking wreck fucking chain smoking

 

I wonder how many of the Japanese colluded

 

For god sake

 

I’m serious

 

Seriously

 

They used the Pacific darkies as guinea pigs. I am not sure you can argue with that. More palatable you see, than Japanese fascists

 

And the Chinese are innocent

 

The point I am making, is that if you are the school captain, you better make sure that your behaviour is up to scratch

 

What like barking mad Winston and FDR who carved up the world according to Western

 

If the Chinese are overusing antibiotics and people are no longer immune to disease, it affects

 

Well I am sure they wouldn’t mind knocking off a few of their own

 

But it becomes a disease race, doesn’t it?

 

Allegedly 

 

No, Plum Island for

 

Unverified

 

Yes. You are right. But how much

 

Could be red herring

 

Lyme disease?

 

Have you seen it?

 

No. I have not.

 

Thus antibiotics being sold

 

Ah the leveller

 

Precisely. You may be wading into areas that are designed to save you

 

What like the A bomb? It then becomes a propaganda device as to who is doing what

 

You aren’t ruled by China in the colonies

 

Economically or

 

My point being that in the end, white people endured. That’s you.

 

Yeah. But disease is tricky. It can be used

 

I find it difficult to believe that Africa will be suddenly saved by the Christian

 

Alliances change. You don’t know what the borders will be. Do we know there will be an Africa?

 

Point taken. It is all so theoretical. I am not sure that helps someone used for medical experiments in

 

You can’t be serious

 

I am. They used mind altering substances in the 60’s they can do what they

 

So you also want an inquiry into drugs used by mentally ill patients

 

I do. I want a list of the doctors.

 

Darling, it is too much

 

No. It is all linked.

 

You need to focus on Asia.

 

I will. However, let’s assume there are……what, 6000 people that you could verify that have been used without their knowledge in scientific experiments

 

You would have to prove that they were being specifically targeted

 

Easy. I think the number is closer to

 

You can’t prove it. They went to doctors and were given legitimate drugs approved by the FDA

 

Until there is a complaint or lawsuit, wrongful death. FDA approved a drug that …look at the GSK payout 

 

You cannot prove the doctor knew at the time

 

We can search electronic communications, insufficient clinical trials, bribery 

 

Possible but you are going to have to find someone stupid enough to

 

You can and that isn’t counting the people who were operated on without needing

 

Requirements being what?

 

Human tissue. I don’t know do I look like I know? Just give me a bit of time.

 

 

 

 

So what did you do there?

 

Where? 

 

On your trip

 

Oh I just heard more on the islands 

 

And?

 

And the same. 

 

So it was a waste of time

 

No. A few things fell into place. Historically relevance of positioning. The position still matters. So it seems.

 

But it wasn’t clear

 

Nothing is clear

 

Except 

 

Well it is hard to talk about the same thing for six years. I mean unless you get an inside ASEAN briefing and that would make Syriana look like

 

Supposition 

 

C’mon 

 

While we perch offshore 

 

Precisely my point 

 

How is Greater Sunrise going?

 

shrugs 

 

Cambodia?

 

Hard to say. I am not there. I could be a strategic suppository.

 

Can’t you get your hands on some memo?

 

Sure. Whether it would be accurate is another thing.

 

Do you need to bring the Catholic thing up again? 

 

No. It was just a point. It is like non-Western states always blaming the Yanks. I don’t think the Yanks are the reason some sections of South East Asia are slowly rebuilding 

 

There was a currency crisis

 

Yes. But in the end you either rule cleverly and disperse funds adequately or you don’t

 

I’m not sure the Iranians 

 

Please. Between the Mullahs and our Priests. The great human condition. Blaming the externals. 

 

Diversional. 

 

Yeah

 

You’ve done your fair share. 

 

It was accurate. Anyway, it is simply the reality of poverty that is offensive. 

 

So you claim

 

You try it 

 

No you first

 

I wonder if you can claim technological discrimination 

 

Possibly 

 

My inability to view first hand strategic matters with the imprimatur of military experts makes me feel there is technological discrimination. Do you think you have to join the club?

 

Probably. 

 

Can you have alternative view points and be elevated? 

 

Depending on political necessity. I think it bores you anyway.  

 

Not when you see people breathing in black dust. Filthy fucking oceans in some parts

 

Well then you have to thank the technological gods for creating work that reduces that possibility

 

But populates us with wealthy Silicon Valley types that make me feel inferior. Little pricks.

 

You complain about the cool class my friend but they are the ones that lead everyone to salvation. 

 

Hmm. No fucking Antarctic voyage for me. I will not watch Penguins in the new world die out. That’s if they’re not eaten. Speaking of which, the Arctic meet is coming up. 

 

Heading over? 

 

Thinking about it. Another fucking essay on the Northern route. What I want to know is, once we’re all overpopulated where will we all go on holiday? 

 

We’ll look after our parents and worship Roman gods 

 

Makes you wish for a cult led by a charismatic outsider

 

And therein lies the appeal 

 

Jesus dressed up as Ned Kelly. That would be a national holiday in Mexico.

 

You’d offend everyone. Mostly Kelly’s.

 

Wouldn’t be a tribe you’d mess with 

 

No. If there was a box on the census, majority of this lot would pick it under spiritual affiliation. 

 

You couldn’t argue with it

 

Do over the Roman flavour in an instant

 

I wonder if they have a course in some butt-fuck Ivy League joint about anti-institutionalism in this part of town 

 

It’s a Phd with a lot of practical assessment. Subtle gradations that take years to decipher. You’d have to know the tonal variations and upward inflections

 

You make it sound romantic and almost empiric. May I suggest a regional bank?

 

 

 

1.

 

Trees. White blur. Blue sky. 

 

v/o of exchange between man and young female

 

Slowly move your eyes that way.  And that.  What can you see?

 

Stuff. Grass. Sky.

 

When was the last time you had sex? 

 

Six years ago.

 

A relationship? 

 

The same.

 

Tell me the last time someone said something positive. In your view.

 

Recently. My sister. 

 

And how do you feel about that? 

 

She’s my sister. 

 

Are you telling me the truth? 

 

No.

 

Why not? 

 

I can’t think of a reason to. 

 

Fades.

 

2.

 

In bed. Female S and Male. 

 

What are you up to? 

 

Nothing.

 

You are.

 

Silence.

 

Where are you going?

 

Nowhere. 

 

What are you going to nowhere for? 

 

A change.

 

Silence.

 

Fades. 

 

3.

 

Train. Music. Headphones. Passes suburbs. TV at station. ‘Extremists. Syria. Blah Blah. She looks up. Looks away. Hip Hop blaring. Kids playing on train. School uniform. She glances them as they pass in the aisle. Looks back out window.

 

4.

 

Children scenes. 

 

S picked up from train station by sister and car of young kids. Piggy backs. Pillow fights.

 

Bed jumping. Teeth brushing. Bed. Book reading. 

 

Good-bye scene kids/sister. 

 

5.

 

Packs up home. 

 

Telephone conversation. 

 

Yeah. Sure. No. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. 

 

6. 

 

Bathroom. S and man. Man speaking.

 

Are these the ears that God gave you?

 

Is this the nose that God gave you? 

 

Did Jacob bring you these teeth? 

 

I smell Allah right here. 

 

Oh an agnostic mole….

 

Mirror. Hug. She’s uncomfortable. Half smile.

 

7.

 

Taxi scene/Airport.

 

Waiting on the side of the road. Runs back in. Grabs something. Rain. Looking out rear. Suburbs. Just her eyes. Check in. Eating at the airport. Watching. Flicks through mags. Moves things around in a book shop.

 

8.

 

Arrival scene. 

 

Bags being checked. Security and her checking each other out. 

 

Check in scene hotel. Reception.

 

Yes. Just two nights. Oh yes. Hands over passport. Oh ok. Great. Thanks for that. 

 

Takes bags upstairs. Sits on the side of the bed after unpacking. Watch her unpack. Arranges things neatly in bathroom and cupboard. Particular. Looks out window of high rise hotel.

 

9.

 

Taxi. Middle Eastern country.

 

Where would you like to go?

 

Quickly skims travel book.

 

The Mosque.

 

Where are you from?

 

Australia.

 

Australia. Yes. Yes. Appears pre-occupied. Looks out window. Other world. Radio music playing. 

 

Drop me off here if you can. Pays. Thanks. Thanks. 

 

We see her at resplendent mosque. It dwarfs her and she walks around amongst tourists. Scene getting dressed. We see her look at the inlay and discover the walls. She is in another world. She looks around. Thinks a bit. Hails a taxi. 

 

Ah can you take me to the new bit. The museums.

 

Ok.

 

Ok.

 

Scenes outside window. Watch her move her hands. Cross legs. Cut to front seat. Him looking at her in rear vision. Drops her off.

 

Can you stay here for a bit?

 

Sure no problem. How long? 

 

Half an hour. 

 

Nods.

 

No problem. 

 

10.

 

Museum

 

Moves around new modernist museum. Touches things. Looks at art. Sly jokes with the security guards. Gets to the bookshop and turns around. Goes out the doors. Taxi drives up.

 

Let’s have a look around.

 

Ok. 

 

Drives up to luxurious hotel. 

 

I used to work here. 

 

Really.

 

Do you want to have a look?

 

Not really. Lets just go through.

 

They check out the large lobby, extensive gardens, patrons getting into cars. 

 

Yeah thanks that might be enough. 

 

Hotel? 

 

Thanks 

 

He turns car music up loudly. Hip hop. We see her smile for the first time. Closes her eyes. 

 

Great music.

 

He turns it up. Smiles. 

 

What’s your name? 

 

Mohamed 

 

She nods smiling eyes closed 

 

11. 

 

Labourers in heat. She is talking to driver in car. 

 

Well someone is building all this. You guys right? 

 

My Dad had a lifetime visa and he gave it to me. 

 

How many of you in the accommodation? 

 

Eight to a room. 

 

Shit

 

She turns and looks out into the dark. People moving about getting on buses. 

 

It would be hot right? 

 

Yes. 

 

How much do you get paid?

 

Mutters amount 

 

Jesus fucking Christ 

 

Pulls face. See her driving through the early morning, near the airfield, and past the luxury villas.

 

Lots of British here.

 

And Australians. The history right. The British were here, right? Good wages. Nice villas.

 

Very nice. 

 

Did you see the Palace?

 

Beautiful. I saw it across the water. 

 

You like Abu Dhabi?

 

Yes. It is very quiet. 

 

It is where the money is. Old families. Where are you staying? 

 

Traders.

 

Very nice.  You want to ride on a camel?

 

No thanks. But if you know where the airfield is let me know

 

He looks at her and then rings someone on his phone. They talk for a bit. 

 

What do you do? 

 

She looks at him. 

 

They travel in silence.Views of the houses as they head to hotel. 

 

See her dropped off. 

 

Walks to hotel beach. Swims. Lies in sun. Mosque across water etc. Close up face looking up into sun. Crinkled. Pensive. Observing those around her staff etc. Waiters. Music as background. Earphones in one ear. Explodes into sound. Contrast with surrounds. She and black waiter look at each other and away.

 

12. 

 

Early morning chauffeured car.

 

No I want to go here

 

There? What for?

 

I just want a look.

 

There’s nothing to see.

 

Just a look. 

 

Later

 

Stop here. Why aren’t we on the other road? 

 

It’s quicker this way.

 

I want to go on the old one. 

 

This is quickest. 

 

But it isn’t the new highway

 

I am telling you 

 

It is taking longer.

 

View her looking at poles, consulting a map.

 

You should stop here.

 

I don’t want to. 

 

It is where all the Russians

 

No. I want to go further down.

 

Why do you want to come here?

 

Good view. 

 

See her in the viewing castle on the right side. Looking over the mouth of the Gulf. 

 

I am going to stay here. 

 

They argue over money. He leaves in a huff. She hires a car. We watch her fill car at petrol station and move around the new pipeline area. Stops. Takes notes. Checks maps on iPad. Battery goes flat. Shakes her head. Buys paper map and consults regularly. 

 

13. 

 

See her check into nice hotel. looking over Gulf. View of the lights at night. She sits and drinks wine looking out over Gulf. Rubs her face. Content. Exhausted.

 

14. 

 

Bathing in the sea the next morning. Water. Light. She looks long over glistening water. This is all slow languid, contrast to her other behaviour. Ships moving slowly behind her.

 

15. 

 

See her putting pictures together of the Persian Gulf pipelines. Tents in the dust as she drives. Looks in rear vision mirror. Stops. Consults map. Keeps driving.

 

Looks at map of Oman and South Farujah.

 

16.

 

Getting off plane. Bahrain. Straight to museum. Touches the map floor. She is looking for something. See her at mosque. Fatima writes Koran inscription in her Koran. They smile at one another.

 

Argues with driver.

 

Let me have a look. Why did you take me this way, I wanted to go around this way. 

 

Looks back at naval base

 

No, I don’t want to I need to get into the interior. 

 

Jesus. 

 

Arrives hotel. See them looking under cars for bombs, arrival of VIP’s in cars in hotel. 

 

Naval Cadets graduation. In hotel lobby. She looks at the whole scene. Families etc. 

 

Goes to room. Looks out over pool. Opens balcony. Rests chin on rail. Watches water until it goes dark. Again, savouring the view, almost proximity to water. 

 

17.

 

See her amongst oil biz/interior in car. On highway. Bumping around in taxis, throwing out orders where to turn etc. Reality of excavation. 

 

18.

 

Sobbing uncontrolled by pool. Face covered with towel.

 

19. 

 

Scene bubble bath. 

 

Head under. 

 

Looks immersed in thought. Perplexed.  Runs hands over side of bath. Can see view of Gulf from bath.

 

20. 

 

Christmas Day. Hotel. Young man ushers her into car.

 

Welcome to Qatar.

 

Thankyou. And your name is? 

 

Isa.

 

Isa. Can you just follow those trucks for a bit I need to see a few things. 

 

Looking very much like Jude in Passage To bumps around in a little car around area, base. Laughing as they go one way, hit a roadblock, go past a base, on beach with locals, eating dust. Talking as they drive. How many kids etc married etc. He is bemused/amused looking at her.

 

Would you like to look at the Canals? 

 

Canals? Sure. Tomorrow. I’m just a bit beat today.

 

Checks into hotel. No hot water.

 

Cock sucking jerks. 

 

Storms down to reception.

 

Two girls behind her.

 

Subtitles: Merry Xmas sweetness. They laugh. I have never seen a European before. Laugh again. She gives them a dirty look. Mutters 

 

Go fuck yourself arseholes.

 

Woman at reception interrupts 

 

Madam we have upgraded you to a better room.

 

She looks uncomfortable after the last exchange. 

 

Thankyou.

 

Goes back to room. Has a massive room with a view of the city. Collapses on bed. Looks to ceiling in thought. Wrestling with the contradictions.

 

Lies awake trying to work it out. 

 

21. 

 

Isa waits for her patiently outside the hotel next morning.

 

Ready? 

 

Yes. She is wearing a pantsuit, silk top and flat shoes.

 

Views of them around the city. New built area, canal, taking photos, shopping centre, base, workers on the public works, bus shelter, eating near bus shelter, gold market etc, old mosque, Museum of Islamic Art. 

 

See them sitting out looking over water as sun goes down. 

 

Do you need anything else?

 

No. That was fantastic. Thankyou. 

 

Children riding past on bikes. Green vibrant grass. Families, tourists etc.

 

I hope we could help you in some way.

 

She smiles. Looks away. 

 

Thanks. I learnt alot. Thanks for taking me

 

It’s no problem. 

 

They pack up and slowly fades with lights of water/city.

 

22. 

 

Cut to breakfast view just of waiter. S asking questions. Sumptuous spread. She is very much the privileged guest.

 

His face view. Fills screen.

 

muffled question

 

and i come here oh I am from I think it is oh you must go it has the best food. really wonderful fruit. and there is alot of happening. 

 

muffled question

 

Oh yes we know all about him you know about our batsman very good and he has been smart because 

 

Loud noise plane goes over. They stop. She stares as it moves through sky. 

 

audible question

 

Do you like it here? Good tips? 

 

They smile. 

 

23. 

 

Travelling by car through Iran. Large rocks. Dry. Goes past Bushrer. Talks to guys fishing. Gets pulled up by police.

 

Where are you from? Take me to Shiraz. Travelling huh? What are you doing on this back road? Having a look. Alright you can go. Laughs. 

 

She looks at the fishing boats moving quietly on the pier near Bushrer.

 

Later: twighlight

 

South Pars father, son and grandfather on beach having dinner/tea. Beach. She is in car watching. She looks over to North Pars and there is flashback of her driving up to those gates across water.

 

25.

 

See her driving in the dark through gas oil areas. South Pars/Iran. Very dramatic. Hades feel to it.  Lights. Gets lost. Getting frantic as getting darker. No petrol and trying to find way off highway.

 

26.

 

Hey is there anywhere I can sleep around here? 

 

Men on motorbikes. Small town. Sure. Sure. Follow me. Take her to an old house. Wait here. She waits unsure what is about to happen.

 

Man This is Mayor 

 

Man with smiling face puts his head in window. 

 

Follow me

 

Takes her through winding streets to his house. 

 

She waits as they prepare food. They sit together with young boy and girl and eat. Western TV on in the background. Little conversation as she doesn’t speak Farsi and he doesn’t speak English. The wife takes a photo of her and smiles. She is unsure whether this is for security purposes.

 

 

27.

 

Subway. Dubai. Getting off. Looking at maps. Laughter from the carriages. Gets off. 

 

Crowd at Xmas Eve Mass. In garage. Watch service. She walks back and catches water taxis to old area and then gets off. Walking through diplomatic area.

 

You want a ride?

 

Sure. Where are you from? 

 

Damascus. Syria. 

 

v/o as she is looking out window and the latest attack in Syria…Western intervention 

 

Anything I can do  

 

hands her a card

 

Thanks. 

 

Looks at him as he drives off in battered car. 

 

28. 

 

Phone conversation in hotel 

 

It’s terrible about Syria.

 

Yeah.

 

She is quickly trying draw on maps 

 

What did you do Christmas Day?

 

Went to the races.  

 

Flashback horses around field early morning

 

I hope that’s not all

 

I was up early

 

Flashback endurance vets etc lobby

 

See her looking at map Turkey/Kurds/Syria and then back into region she is in.

 

Are you meeting anyone?

 

Yes. Some nice people.

 

Flashback: taxi drivers, hotel reception – your hotel has been paid for. She looks around wondering who paid for it.

 

Image comes through from home at Christmas feast, kids, pull faces, kisses computer. 

 

Bye Bye eat some chocolate flummery for me

 

29. 

 

Phone conversation later. V/O as she is walking through large shopping centre in city, labourers building outside glass skyway

 

Can you explain

 

No I can’t.

 

Why is it important

 

I don’t really see why

 

Where will you

 

I don’t know

 

Pause

 

Half crooked smile, grimace. She looks uncomfortable in the surrounds and awkwardly leaves. Bag half thrown around the shoulder. Ends conversation.

 

Looks out onto street. Just see road and traffic. Hear the sound of her footsteps on the pavement. People on phones, linking arms, gossiping, young women walking. 

 

30.

 

Music. 

 

Dancing. Nightclub. 

 

31.

 

See her panting on bed. Alone. Face. Sound of the panting is deafening. Like a throb. Hear the throb of the heart. Hands shaking. Fade to black.

 

32.

 

Family celebration.Flashback. Country home. Marquee. 

 

Mass. 

 

Glances. 

 

Greetings. Hugs.

 

He’s doing extremely well

 

Third on the way

 

Assistant director at this small theatre

 

I don’t know how she juggles it all 

 

They’ve bought up property on the Northern side of

 

Yeah I mean I think it is all part of the Northern 

 

How much did you get for that? 

 

The problem was when they started selling the national 

 

The poles and wires 

 

And then to top it all off they have to decide how to divide the property between 

 

She’s better now, in remission and they have trained nurses 

 

Oh thank goodness

 

They’ve got this massive forward pack

 

Laughter

 

So then he goes to get the tractor out and bogs the new truck

 

Laughter

 

I saw you last night

 

It was a ghost

 

I think he will be alright 

 

Does she need glasses because 

 

Laughter

 

Oh shit no 

 

Because god isn’t that a brutal wake-up

 

More laughter

 

And then when he turned around I took off

 

Laughter

 

Only forty k’s  

 

Oh it’s ridiculous 

 

And then he had the audacity to say 

 

How the hell are people going to travel that far? 

 

The roses look fantastic mine always look like someone dragged a bag over 

 

We’ll drain the pool

 

I might as well I’m the only one who cleans it 

 

Tell me about it

 

Did you get to the wedding in Dubai? 

 

Nothing out there. Bloody sand! 

 

Burj Khalifa with all your mates 

 

Apparently with links to the royal family 

 

Bullshit. She’s probably a maid from Sri Lanka with Russian connections 

 

Only 2000 in the immediate family 

 

Mum! The kids need nose jobs! 

 

You’re a bunch of uneducated 

 

Need to build a ski slope out here 

 

We’ll freeze the weir! 

 

Cold beer at the bottom. 

 

I’d go over but I’ll end up with a Filipino maid 

 

Great service 

 

His name is Manuel 

 

Laughter

 

26b.

 

Cut to piano late at night. Everyone quietly listening, some packing up, singer joining in. Others join. Back to solo. Trails off. 

 

Slowly pack up say goodnight. 

 

It was such a great night 

 

No well I wouldn’t have done it without all the help I had and the people lucky we had that lamb because 

 

And those two arguing out there like two old men 

 

Didn’t have a beautiful voice? I’m just so glad she’s got the confidence now to do it 

 

We’re a lucky lot 

 

I’m just glad they finally got rain 

 

And can’t you tell

 

Great to have you kids around 

 

27. 

 

Grave. Walks into country cemetery. Silos in background. She looks uncomfortable. Not sure what to do. Lies down. See sky POV. 

 

Dream sequence. Sister and S. Bed.

 

We had our differences

 

What differences (tears streaming down face) 

 

Don’t cry, it is her birthday 

 

Doctor’s office. Sister and S. 

 

So what do you I think I should do

 

What you should do?

 

Yes

 

I don’t know

 

Sister looks through her

 

Home

 

Do you want some jelly

 

No

 

Kids laugh 

 

A shard

 

Ha a shard

 

Tears roll down face on bed close up. 

 

 

28.  

 

Country shop. S and owner. 

 

Hello 

 

Hi gorgeous! Looking beautiful as per usual 

 

Now come on 

 

What are you eating out here? There must be a Swiss clinic out here

 

Oh yes 

 

laughs

 

What is he feeding you at home 

 

Work that’s what he is feeding me 

 

Five star women looking like European royalty 

 

Please. I went to this amazing concert just amazing playing with you know, the best in the world and we had these seats right in the middle 

 

Naturally 

 

And I said well why don’t we try and meet him backstage 

 

You didn’t 

 

And we managed to slip through the back and there he was! 

 

Oh my god 

 

So I said we come from this small town so would you like to join us for dinner 

 

Oh my god no! 

 

And so off we went to this small Italian in the side of the middle there right near the old basement and got home at 4am! 

 

You’ve got to be kidding me 

 

I mean seriously at my age! 

 

You loved every minute of it 

 

I had to tell you, I mean it’s not every day you get to hang with the best of the best 

 

You are too much 

 

laughing

 

husband

 

Letting her out a bit too much I think

 

How did you manage that? 

 

And not only that, he actually played with her in Malaysia 

 

29. 

 

Choir. Backdrop. Kids. Adults visibly upset. 

 

Thin figure turns and looks. Her sister. 

 

She looks around. Slowly leaves. 

 

Driving out stops cars and bawls. 

 

Kid beside her not sure what to do. Zoom in on his face. 

 

She is bawling on wheel.

 

30.

 

Scene of TV comedian humour/stand-up/play

 

S frowns. Walks away.

 

Why are you leaving? 

 

You sound like everyone else.

 

What?

 

It just sounds like everything I have heard before. 

 

But I

 

I mean, if you want to use my IP while congratulating yourself on being the dramaturg of the Century go for it. 

 

What are you

 

Always so protective of you. 

 

pause

 

You’re so cool. Don’t.

 

See her wearing leather jacket looks out into dark alone   

 

What do we get from all this coolness? I mean what do we get? 

 

Pause

 

Walks away

 

31.

 

Cafe two women talking. S sitting beside them.

 

And you know I feel so alone. 

 

Yeah

 

And the mortgage 

 

Yeah. The mortgage. 

 

You know the pressure

 

Hmmm

 

I just feel also that she didn’t really treat me like she should 

 

Yeah

 

I mean, what did I do to her? She’s immature and we’re busy renovating the investment property that Craig bought  

 

Camera turns faces her. Looks through her. 

 

Voice becomes background she is just staring into the cold and wind. 

 

32.

 

Oncology. Nurses. 

 

Come through.

 

Family history?

 

Sister. Aunt. Mother. 

 

I’m sorry.

 

I’m fine. 

 

Walks out. 

 

See her fold up clothes getting dressed.

 

33.

 

Scene with mother

 

Where are you going? 

 

What would I go out for? 

 

I was just interested 

 

Hmm 

 

I heard there was a good film 

 

Yeah 

 

We’ll need to go over and sort out things tomorrow with 

 

Yes. Yes I know 

 

Because otherwise we won’t have time

 

Yeah

 

They are doing good things and helping the people of  

 

Yes. Yes. 

 

Bye. 

 

See you tomorrow. Come up for breakfast.

 

half smiles 

 

33a. 

 

Mutters to car. 

 

Hands shaking, body trembling storms to road. Tries to compose herself. Mutters driving in car. Yelling and silent monologue. Tears. 

 

I could smell the breeze. 

Salt wound its way through my hair and face. 

Spewed papers with pink scribble that had imprinted thoughts as to The Issues. 

It was grey that day. Grey and light streaks, clouds fighting over the hill, the hill that either did or did not have a transmitter. 

What does having a transmitter mean? 

I could have gone up and asked someone. I could have read something that led me to the understanding of the transmitter vs the humble satellite, a tin foil toy aeroplane rotating the skies.

It stuck out in its orange and red, the backdrop to my thrashing in rough surf, clouds racing each other as I would not. 

My toes were red visible as I lay on my back, whitewash flipping over the bikini that lies wet on my skin. 

Slight thoughts of the pink writ large. Mostly, head amongst the white wash. 

Legs hung out over the hammock, sitting the wrong way as if it were a child’s playground swing. Long slow strides in rhythm. 

Sandy freckled feet, covered as if thick protection for the surrounds. 

Back and forth, imaginary circles on the ground with the slight movement of a toe.

The slow walk back to the brown and white shape that was a bed and air. 

Nothing but fresh cool winds and a dirt track. 

Bamboo slats comfortable across the back, the afternoon kissed Pina Colada sullen. 

And then. 

Do you want to exist? 

What? 

Do you want to exist? 

She squinted up into the face. 

She paused for a moment, checked the round orbs hitting the rounds of flesh mid face and smiled 

She looked away. 

Not sure she said to the wind. 

Looking back just to catch his eye and they pulsed for a moment. 

He laughed. And sloughed off into midday heat that was lifting heavy light through the mud. 

She watched his attached legs lumber, his frame carving the space with ease. 

A Refrain. 

— 

You never know. 

To be successful meant schedules and goals and real estate and taking very quickly while doing a forensic examination of what everyone else is doing and keeping up and knowing the latest thing making waves and she could do all that. 

If she wanted. 

Voice overs and talent agents and writing jobs and a partner and a lover and sweat and fuck she couldn’t remember the last time she had one. 

Unfucking believable. 

Where was she. 

Oh yeah 

If you had to describe the way the day forced its way on you and left you sweating wet balls like some half Pygmy shit bag you’d have to say the day was ombré. 

Like a Spanish painting of long black shadows and howling dogs, a Drysdale stick figure stuck to landscape because to move would cause you to fall to the ground rendered useless. 

A Keating tilt at the landscape all arms and nose and langoured torso thrashing about at the thought of being pinned down by the sheer banality of it all. 

She hated fucking Drysdale. 

And she hated this heat. 

I need a boat. 

A small smile returned with interest. 

Today? 

Yes today. 

Would you like to do a tour? 

Sure. 

She smiled broadly and checked the name tag. Liked to guess the meaning behind the black strokes. She checked out the curly hair in a tight bun and the strong shoulders staring back. 

You can go this afternoon. 

Great. 

And with that she plunged into the cesspit of tourist activity that made her sweaty and nauseous. 

Prefer to barf dog legs. 

It showed with every move her frame made. 

How come I can’t be part of some famous cabal that writes about each other? 

What? 

You know. Famous people that get together. Decide stuff. Then pretend they don’t know what is about to happen.  

No. You cannot. 

What? 

You don’t know anyone. 

I do know some people. 

No-one is going to tell you shit. 

Maybe in a previous life I was an ancient goddess that carried the wind 

Yeah 

What is the percentage of people that eat kale chips? 

You mean really or 

Like, 2 percent? 

Max 

Yeah

That doesn’t mean it’s not going to be massive. No-one ate muesli in the 60’s 

Who eats kale chips? 

I do. 

Suck up. 

Or just genius 

You’re a try hard tosser. No-one will love you. 

Thank you. 

Did you clean your house today? 

Yes 

When you die, you will have spent more time cleaning your toilet bowl than touching the opposite sex. Do you know how immoral that is? 

Bacterially conscious. 

Fuck me. It’s distressing. I’m trying to work out how the Shia-Sunni fault lines feed into the 21st Century and you’re making sure cleanliness makes you another 20k. 

Close to 

Wanker. I hate you people. You’re going to end up friends with the fame cabal.

Probly. 

The ride wasn’t a complete waste of time. If it wasn’t for ten thousand other humans heaving in mass she’d probably love it. 

She put her hands in the water lay back against the helm. Thought of the bushes and the tracks weaving in and out, the no roads and the maybe roads, the breeze as it lifted you up where you could see the lines across the shore before the mountains butted in carving serious intent. 

Clooooooock. Camera to your right.

Two lanky German frames opposite.

Why do intelligent people do totally useless things that make them think they are on some secret mission to save the world.  

Blond long hair for her. Short grins for him. 

Go choke on a sexually transmitted disease 

She could push them overboard as her large foot did rest neatly astride their canvas ‘tote’ that also wore a generic millennial earthy-child-of-the-earth-but-love-money air. 

No-one would miss them. Surely to god. Only perhaps their first spouse that they found at 18. 

In a real love true moment saving it all for you. 

Please let them be chained together for life.

They deserved it. 

 

Careful about talking strategy these days. 

Someone might accuse you of treason. 

Which is why I might as well rip right through to it, the Yemen thing, the Palestinian settlements, the fawning Bibi love, the 24 hour blabbers that cannot tell you one single reason why there would be a big fucking ship lurking off the coast of buttsville, the reason why we’d sit through an ASEAN briefing if it had all been decided in the big community love fest, the angelic little discussions of impoverished refugees like a trophy wife that affords you new unparalleled access to the pearly gates, the anointed fervour awaiting everyone who can trash talk their white neighbour but love the little darkie penned up for a lifetime thing to escape economic disenchantment or even but probably flee the pure boredom of it all, a fucking unholy wade through the murky waters of slight coin desperate to just keep some distance between you and the rest of it. 

Ah but the cleanliness of it. 

The pure white lines of an architectural masterpiece, a holiday in Nepal, the return to the chaos of chubby little children and long legged teenagers sullenly refuting your access to talent or even reason to exist per se. 

 

How Are The Borons?

 

How are the borons?

 

Currently rolling back Obamacare. Doing Rome in one day at a time.

 

It is a return to decentralised power. I thought you’d like that.

 

Why don’t they re-introduce segregation while they are at it?

 

How do you know it is a bad thing?

 

Health-care for uninsured Americans? Read a grave-stone in a hundred years time idiot. They are trying to depopulate the country.

 

Maybe it will make the country look too attractive. They don’t want the Canada problem. Having to pay for healthcare

 

Will drain the military coffers? How much do they spend on military healthcare? And how much of that is scientific human experiments?

 

Oh shut up

 

I don’t see you signing up. Scared of what you might have to do? If they are going around getting the DNA of every living person in the world

 

Ohhh c’mon on

 

You know and I know if they are capable of one scientific experiment on one person, they can do it to anyone. Look at the bloody Aboriginal

 

History.

 

How do you know? How do you know? What’s to stop them doing whatever they damn please? The world is currently arguing for Palestinian recognition, a direct result of the last century’s human rights leaders who thought it was a great idea to give the Zionists a homeland smack bang in the middle of Muslim heartland. With English approval! What the fuck? The Arabs have got rich from oil, the Palestinians are still fighting for recognition, the Israeli’s do whatever they want and now they want me – or us – to support the new agenda which has come out of the same capitals that pushed the bloody Zionist solution in the first place! It’s fucking exhausting

 

D-O Y-O-U B-E-L-I-E-V-E I-N T-H-E R-I-G-H-T-S O-F T-H-EP-A-L-E-S-T-I-N-I-A-N-S? Simple question.

 

That is not the question. The question is

 

How is that not the bloody question? You can support the historical claim of independence for the Irish

 

Of course I can support the claim of independence for the bloody Irish but I do acknowledge

 

And how do you think they got there? Fucking Eamon just went to Norway to get political support? Where did he go? Where did de Valera go? Did he go to Iceland? Did he go to Newfoundland? No. He did not go to fucking Newfoundland, he did not go to Iceland he went America. The new big power that wanted to wrest the Middle East away from the British and the French and the European powers and create a great big dirty empire that would rival the English. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

 

So what are you trying to say? That the Liberals of America, Europe and the Western world are the New Order? That Germany is the saviour of Muslims worldwide? Putin just said all the Mussies can head to

 

You and I know that in the religious state

 

I still don’t know how a state based order can somehow morph into religious certitude

 

It is a convenient way of getting around unpopular civil reform

 

Like increasing poverty levels to increase religious control or religious control decreases civil protest therefore reform

 

Or possibly neither. My point is you recalcitrant ejit is that you always need political support for your human rights agenda and that is the nature of human warfare. It may not be guns and bullets but the sway of popular opinion

 

Is manufactured

 

So what? All of history is manufactured you just have to make sure that you are making the fucking history and at this point you are not

 

Horseshit

 

Oh oh please let me know at any time you think you are making history. If you are it must be HREM.

 

What’s fucking HREM?

 

Horizontal REM. I don’t see anything while you are upright during daylight hours but maybe you are wearing a magic sequined coat. Like Joseph. Or that irrepressible political force Liberace.

 

Fuck off. I don’t think I ever said I was making history

 

Oh yes you did

 

I didn’t say

 

Very clearly in fact, I have it here in a little electronic archive

 

You can’t keep trying to prove that everything I say is real according to some outdate Grecian idea of saving the dishonoured

 

What it does

 

No it does nothing. Half the time people are trying to prove that what you say is real, and then the other half they are trying to Cassandra you. What if I am neither Cassandra nor Diana? I mean, where do the black fellas and the Mexicans the Inuits where do they fit in? I don’t even get these legends. I believe in the rainbow serpent motherfucker.

 

Bullshit. You wouldn’t know an Aboriginal legend if it hit you in the middle of a fucking dust storm

 

What? Of course I do. Anyway, I’m serious. It’s stupid. Beyond stupid. The only things that matter …. Ah … is health, environment, families, housing, good food, sex, culture and

 

rolls eyes Infrastructure?

 

Yes. That’s right.

 

mumbles Naturally. Well I’d like a path to your logic. Preferably out of retractable invisible lasers.

 

What did you say?

 

Nothing.

 

You’re not taking this seriously.

 

You? You’re right. You look best dressed up with a fake name. 

 

Drop dead.

 

Nothing is beneath you. And none of us ever wonder why.

 

Everyone has been beneath you. And it makes me chunder.

 

 

My head is full.

I only think of staccato clips and Mark Blazey and the camera swimming through and how it captured the light and us and something. 

Not the headmaster because that was shit, but he wasn’t. 

Maybe it relates to the peace conference. I dunno. 

I can see how The War rips you through. 

Good Kill, Sicario, Zero Dark Thirty, Yossi and Jagger. 

I’m thinking about how the politicians rarely reflect us but The War did. 

Is Borgen the conduit for reality? Maybe. Maybe it is the only way in. 

Maybe real live strangers aren’t the way in. 

There was a peace conference this week. 

Abe came to Sydney. 

Trump is saying all sorts of shit vis a vis China. 

I went to the Philippines. 

Had the flu. Useless. 

Japan is everywhere but I need the facts. I need to see the money flows. On the ground. How the hell you going to police that? Goddam black market. God knows where it goes, where it came from. 

Jesus, didn’t they bastardise that beautiful country. Poor bastards. And believers to boot. They have been rogered for so long by dickheads I have to wonder if there is a Christ. 

Fuck me. 

Fucking Catholics. 

But I can say that. 

You can’t.

Isn’t she walking around with a white eyes? What did she go to Japan skiing? For like, two weeks? 

They have a condooooh

Horseshit she only goes back country skiing and stays at authentic onsens 

But here is where her community is. You know, where she can impart wisdom and the pressures of responsibility down the ages

I blame the fucking Chinese, no DFAT

Of course

If some jerk in DFAT hadn’t fucking bloody read some ancient Chinese tome about family and Confucian societal stratas we wouldn’t be all walking around like some fucking chain led moron that is incapable of swearing or drinking without indulging in physical flagellation for three months. ‘Please look at me! I just ran a triathlon’ You look like an underfed Cambodian Khmer Rouge victim which is how they won that war

They fucked Henry

Sorry, they fucked Henry 

Corrrrrrect. You just want to drink a roadie on the way to the beach

What is wrong with roadies? Seriously. It’s fucking ridiculous. 

Probably the death toll. 

Fuck. How society gets away with lying about how responsible everyone is is beyond me. 

I think people like you just own swathes of land and stay there. 

I am the land. The land is in me. 

they laugh 

Oh you should apply for a Australian Council grant 

Festival opener. Guddawana Land 

Oh it could run three hours 

For sure

But so necessary 

Heaps more important than a wave.

I’d like to protest about my vagina 

they dissolve into laughter 

 

You’d be forgiven for thinking that the wars were a blur of interests, made up names that hide strategic imperatives that ordinary people are too simple to understand. 

 

Iraq, Syria: while the Western world talks of ‘logic’ ‘international order’ and demos, there is no clear picture as to what these wars are for.

 

You can only conclude perhaps they have something to do with Russia.

 

Perhaps they have something to do with new energy corridors. Perhaps they have something to do with military projection. Private interests, financial security, global venture capitalism. 

 

The Guardian has decided to weigh in on Iran’s interests: which was not unfortunate considering that the Shia-Sunni delineation is cited frequently. What this means for the Belt and Road (China) or ‘the East’ – a term I have only recently bothered to acknowledge – isn’t outrageously clear. 

 

The East. What the hell does that mean? The East. East of where? You mean Japan East or China East or South Korea East? Or Kiribati East? Or PNG East? Or the Boston Red Sox or real estate in an affluent city on the edge of vast prosperity? 

 

Iran itself projects an image at odds with what is percolating away on the ground: the old Western enemy rhetoric sounds dangerously anachronistic. Besides, it has gas. So, what is the problem exactly? Other than the lungs of some young people breathing in toxic air? 

 

Didn’t that look like fun

 

No-one can even slightly discuss the Balkan wars without falling into some mumbo jumbo about religious divides, so what hope is there for clarity on recent conflict? 

 

The state benefits most from religious wars, it allowing for less legal entanglements or challenges as to legitimate bombing and so forth. Pretty much a win-win for the diplo/politico/scribbler class hoping that if they spend enough time in exotic locales, they will eventually secure a pad in NY, a retreat in Southern China, a beach house in Sydney and a Colorado skiing den. Cue the bilingual children.

 

I think this heaven so I totally understand. 

 

Currently we’re soaked in the images and reports from Yemen and Syria: and it would be assumed that it has something to do with Saudi v Shia although ultimately trade trumps all of these, as does strategic positioning. 

 

Duterte in the Phillipines keeps things colourful but unwieldy in the Asia Pacific – although it is unlikely he is as anti-American as he claims. 

 

Is he going pro-China for any reason?

 

Is this a bit of political theatre deliberated on and chucked out to the unsuspecting populace as a way of distracting them from the long story of development and equitable wealth? 

 

It does allow for the Church to discuss the issue of Thou Shall Not Kill rather than We Shall Discriminate, both homosexuals and women not exactly winners in Church doctrine despite a large proportion of priests over time being both gay and the sons of women. 

 

It’s sort of like me wishing the Syrian conflict away while not lifting this cellulite mass of humanity out of a bloody chair and into a plane seat. 

 

Poor bastards. 

 

 

image

 

And you’re thinking to yourself, why should I be nice when you’ve been so supportive, when you’ve given time and support and shit and the only thing that comes back at you is a liked tweet over confusion? 

Not that it matters. Rapid speed talk and don’t you know so much and it is just a blur a blur and all the right words but in the end it doesn’t mean anything. Terrorism and bombs and injured children and the idea just the thought that they don’t know, they don’t know what is going on. Hilarious. 

I mean I could do it for a few grand. I mean a few hundred grand and the joy of being feted by my in group, the group that carries me forth into the world of importance my grave reflections worthy of a book or two and definitely worth the kudos. 

I’d like to go to a UN party but then again, I might just ask people if Kissinger did a deal you know, try to find out the real rap on the Vietnam thing because that’s what matters to me now, is what happened there, who got what and for what price. 

Some military dude knows this, he has probably known this since he was born because his Dad was in the military or his mother/sister/brother was in intelligence but you know I guess if you don’t know, they’re not going to tell you. 

It’s not a club I’m welcome in which is fucking ridiculous because I am the only one that is interested in their intelligence military strategy theory so pissing me off seems like fucking over a customer who actually buys your crap. 

The point being 

Which sort of sucks. 

At an academic level. 

I’m going deep again I can feel it, something is sucking me back into the historical minutiae wanting to know who did what and why they just bailed and whether Kissinger did a deal because otherwise the story won’t come alive and I won’t know shit and I won’t be able to think about it long and hard and work out which gradation to work with so you can create the atmospheric piece that makes you think of grey, sheets, skin, sweat and a long summer night.

Basically. 

But there is order after all I guess, you’re on top of the pile or down below, none of it really mattering unless you are trying to move between the two worlds and get caught in a moment of despair, a moment of despair about who you are are and what you are and what you want to be. 

But it is all the same shit so doesn’t matter locale if you know what I mean.

They always go on about the Deer Hunter but why would you watch that unless you wanted blow your brains out that being the point of the movie. 

Will not finish watching in this lifetime.

Good Kill. Sicario. Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk. 

Maps from overhead and that is probably what goes on, all of us just viewing everything from above thinking that it will guide us like the Stars to the moment of deep illumination. 

Eye in the Sky shit cue the discombobulation. 

But yeah, I think Sicario probably nailed it and I don’t think it was just the fact that Josh Brolin actually behaved like a human being but you know, the moral conundrum at the heart of it all. 

Or maybe it was the soundtrack. 

Scared the fuck out of me. Fucking brilliant. 

But my opinions are not of this lifetime because I could be paid to be on the Footy Show without one university degree, I could be paid millions to talk sport that being my fucking hobby and I will be feted like a God who can Provide while I basically get my arse kicked because I wanted to know the match play for the global shit fest and fuck, they’re not going to let you in unless you sound like a lobotomised fuckwit, a regular bland piece of shit wearing clothes that do not offend and even the thought of it makes me want to wear a cheerleaders outfit to my next interview

through Syria. 

Except it would get in the way and I’d get the shits. 

So you know, you have to go to Syria or Iraq and work out how the maps are changing, see where they have pitched the tents, ignore idiots talking about anthropology like it is some pre-war thing when Russia and China have already upped the ante on the ‘steal the territory’ thing a mighty handy little development that allows anyone to grab anything. 

‘I want PNG’. 

Of course I would want PNG just to shut up the Greek chorus about how dangerous it is, cue the eye roll, and you just want to get lost in a morning there, talk some shit and have fun. 

Yeah, I’d want PNG. Samoa. Fiji. 

Fuck me. 

Now we are talking. 

It doesn’t really help when people seize territory, it sort of defeats the idea of laws and stuff but then no-one has worked within laws since the Allies went into Kuwait or was it Iraq shit all these wars are just morphing into one. 

I like the planes and stuff and you cannot get me off those military tweets with all the toys, it is just like asking for it because you cannot show me something that can fly and not get me to stand there for hours. 

This is a sort of moral conundrum because you know that’s exactly what they want but at the same time it is sort of like dopamine and part of you knows you should be in that and you are deadly serious because you know because there are things you know and you know that with flying it is just in there. 

You wouldn’t mind if you went down in blaze of glory because shit even for five fucking minutes you were above the houses that line the green carpet, you were not working out how to avoid people and discussions you do not even care about. 

Maybe it would be the ability to just get lost in the mechanics of it all, the split second difference a fast plane and a slow one and marvel at a feat of engineering that you did not do, like the ships and canals, buildings and bridges that come in laughing at your inability to do just that. 

But finally someone would ruin it. Take your love and tell you couldn’t. Make sure you knew that they were watching and really, it wasn’t something in your heart it was something they owned and they owned you, like the surveillance and the snide comments and the snarky asides that propel them into the God Stratosphere, someone above you who Knows Better even though their surveillance is a moral fucking tear that makes them fall to earth, one of those people you shake your head about, incapable of uttering their fucked up deeds because you would then have to admit that it actually happened. 

That violence occurred against you repeatedly and not one turkey did anything about it. 

And sometimes things are so bad you cannot say shit. 

You just walk away and you think, you are on a course of moral fuckdom idiot and I cannot be near you.

It is a cluster fuck of sadness that eventually just wears you away and then you wake up and move on. Every day. 

You don’t believe that Nelson Mandela wanted to suffer and you sure as hell know that being under ASSK house arrest wouldn’t be as fun as being with your husband and two sons holidaying in the Caribbean.

One day they just got the nod, the touch, that said ‘things are going to be different soon, you’ll be free’ but by that time they were older. 

The old boxer with nothing to give you but a promise that they’d work with change. What else are they going to do? 

I’d be pissed. 

But they know sounding pissed isn’t going to help shit and besides, working for something as against something is def the wrap by the time jail locks have cracked that nut.

And I wonder, did Henry have something to do with ASSK being under house arrest and what did the Love China and the East brigade do about human rights transgressions in those places? You know, the old rule of law that seriously doesn’t seem to apply in Australia because they are too busy talking Roman/Greek/Trojan history to even raise an eyelid to the fact it would be impossible for people to relate to that crap, like wearing those old black serge cloths to mass when you could get yourself some refugee bling, a blackfella motif or African colour me up care of the Australian desert to pull you through, fashion crimes being the least of the problems in that domain. 

The UK is going the old nuclear one-two with China but I dunno. It is making me nervous how expendable the little folk are around here but then again, fuck it, you just run with it whether they like you or not. Whether or not you are liked is clearly not a problem so fuck it, you might as well mouth the hell up.

The point being: if you look the other way, when is the karmic pay off? I mean did old Henry really think ‘well, this will trickle down eventually and China will bank roll East Asia’s rejuvenation’ like some oriental sugar Daddy not realising that the fat on the thigh is going to end up on the face. 

I dunno. 

Never has there been an independence movement that hasn’t been funded by someone with an interest. It would be nice to think that people actually give a shit. 

And besides, I guess it ends up well.

She said. 

Thinking about her sister’s grave.

I don’t fucking see how you could think that it would be alright to influence politics in another person’s country. 

Yeah, no, I see your point and yes, I think I should be allowed to but should they? For money? 

Oh it is different. They have billions. 

Yeah, I dunno. 

I mean, everyone has influenced everyone’s politics the point would be: where does the corruption stop? Who is going to stop the money train? 

Sure as shit kids wearing their parents clothes and working in a medium that talks unlike any other people I know is sort of not going to be the place where things change. 

I think.

I mean, if you are going to adopt a persona, please remember to change the dial. 

You can all be outraged all the time.

I just don’t think anyone will care. 

I am going to be airbrushed out of the my family’s history and I don’t mind. I mean, I asked for it. 

Of course I didn’t ask for it and I don’t deserve it but if you know before you arrive somewhere that you are going to be hit with a very large stick and you get hit with that very large fucking stick, you have to wonder. 

I asked for it. I came home. 

I could have just flown in and jetted out and then I wouldn’t have endured the shameless in-house humiliations, I would have been like my Aunt and stayed away and made my cash, been ridiculously generous and kind, worked in my world of acquaintances and old friends, made sure everyone had a birthday present in advance 

Yeah, so I would have been disparaged behind my back for being a stuck-up Princess by certain members who on your death, would feel that your furniture would suit them perfectly even though they never visited you and took to unkind words that they heard mouthed by others, 

a sort of ugly parochialism towards those that are not as real as us this being the real currency in certain parts, the endless competition to be the most down to earth and they will turn on you as quickly as they found a sardonic aside to proffer forth on your return, they being above you and better yet the recipient of information on your every move and you know you will not be back because those black hearts are fucked up spoilt little brats who think because they’re of the country they know shit and own the fucking country and it is like some sort of club, a country club of people who generally believe themselves to know everything in the fucking country with unwritten rules about who is to be respected and they laugh and peal off into little games about shit you silently thinking in about five fucking seconds I am going to punch that spiteful little bitch but they are having the best fun tittering behind your back as you walk from your Aunt’s funeral I kid you fucking not despite it being one of the worst days of your life 

but they have the power because no-one is going to stop them, no-one is going to say shit, there is no line in the sand, and people have been doing this shit for centuries it not being talked about in the Lawson egalitarian chimera because that would be un-Australian although probably only done by people who are desperate for some institutional cred because they now have a small hope of being somebody although what that would mean in a small country town I don’t fucking know because no-one gives a shit if you shit gold bricks so it is clearly in their heads delusional motherfuckers and it generally being people who spend their life trying to move up that greasy pole the rest of us not giving a fat fuck

I’m going to be a refugee for my whole life and if I am thousands of miles away from those people I could not be happier

This is what I think. That and the beauty of universal soleil pay back. 

Wrinkle up ladies! You’re fucked! 

Ha. I’ll be pissing myself. 

‘You cannot be on the front of The Land because you look like A Horse Shit Nails.’

Amen. 

The point being that in international relations terms, China and Russia have seized territory and you either ignore it or not. 

I mean, if the whole Vietnam thing was an attempt to hose down military power in the USA, who knows, if it was a some bedroom deal about West/East, who would fucking know because it is behind doors and we won’t know which is suckdom of all suckdom worse that not understanding why they have portray Iraq etc as a quagmire when in fact, things have happened, things have moved and they are not going to tell you that so you have to go over and work out who has got what, who got what money in their bank account and what the hell it means for the rest of us. 

This is no small project. 

So yeah, today is the day and Hillary might actually command some fucking attention in the world.

That was only a few hundred years. 

When I grow up, I am going to swerk. It is smirking because you are 20 or 30 and you know everything and incredibly cool and your ability to demean other people by virtue of what you know – or don’t – is part of the routine, part of the daily fabric that lends you the ability to soar high. 

Until the glue melts and we use your feathers for doonas.

But swerk away. 

You look like a giant fuckwit with a turd on your shoulder.

Hopefully an illegal immigrant will take your job and you will be rendered useless. 

So yeah. 

I’ve been thinking about slaves and blackfellas and those that don’t fit in and yeah, maybe it is true. 

Maybe I am just an Outcast and well, I’m proud because that was some fantastic hip hop so, absolutely stoked to win that award.

I know that if I looked different I think my peculiarities would seem like some quaint little anthropological neatness, a necessary insight into a different race or country, a sign of the loveliness of our difference, a celebration of cultural diversity, my Irish Catholic predispositions like the Russian soakdom, mired in grim portraits but essentially philosophical in natcha.

But fuck. 

I’m white and freckly and no amount of I like walkabout and tunes is going to pull me through this one. 

It’s sad though that unlike others I won’t get the love pay-off, the child and family thing. I guess I am only with another couple of million on that one. So shit. Ha. 

Not even a problem.

The crap we go on with.

I do feel bad though. I did once push it too far and you know, for the look on his face when I did, when the white on his face just went white I thought. You went too far.

And that’s when I knew. 

Never make some glib aside about someone’s dark family secret. 

You might have your facts wrong or be tearing them up apart with the cut-my-heart-up pain of it. 

Both utterly demeaning and ugly as hell. 

 

 

You talking about the islands fracas like you know nothing about it is simply disingenuous 

 

You reporting about conflict while pretending not to be intelligence is pretentious

 

When was your last community offering? 

 

When was your last offering of an opportunity that involved a community for me? 

 

Informed debate

 

Is a debate by people who are informed of what not to say, we get it. Verbal mouthwash with letters that sound alive.

 

Are you going to pretend you know what people are saying out there in the real world? 

 

Are you going to ignore what people say in the real world? Not all of us are in lycra

 

Maybe you are. That is your demographic 

 

The last time I checked the Rohingya were poor bastards in an obscure area of Myanmar with UN trucks nearby. Want to explain anything? 

 

Not really. 

 

Does your job title say pretend it is all top secret and get paid 200k? I am pretty sure it does. Shares in the construction firms building the bases? 

 

Do you have a problem with international security? 

 

I have a problem with inside jobs. 

 

That rules out most of the world. 

 

Why do we have to read your boring books? 

 

You don’t. 

 

It’s not like the British actually gave a shit about the Arabs last Century. For a former colonial power, they do go on as if the Americans invented pragmatic expansion. 

 

Maybe they’re keen to get back into the game. 

 

Who funds the development? I mean. Can you launder large amounts of cash via donations to charitable organisations or do you set up your own and wash the money that way? 

 

Juvenile line of questioning even for you. 

 

That DNA Australian scientist in Africa. What is that all for? 

 

Disease.

 

Yes. Synthetic applications? 

 

Not everything is malevolent. 

 

Nothing abroad is ever altruistic. What is it for? 

 

Scientific research. 

 

It must be adorable to go in and get what you want all the time. Mostly it is just hotel shit holes and a gazillion cars. 

 

What would you know? 

 

Precisely. I love democracy. 

 

There are things to know and things not to know. 

 

When I grow up, I am going to be a gatekeeper. The sense of control. Ambition. Political necessity. 

 

Is there a point to this? You have made these points before.

 

No. There is no point. I just like to remind you how irrelevant you are. A sort of synthetic creation with purpose solely to achieve ends that do not excite me. 

 

I don’t think anyone believes that. Not even you. 

 

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