. . . . . . . In the world of the creative arts, there is one exemplar for each of three fields. Each exemplar is the best, most representative of its field — each exemplar is something to be stacked against and competed with.
. . . . . . . For movies, it is Star Wars by George Lucas.
. . . . . . . For music, it is Rhythm Is A Dancer, the song, by Snap!
. . . . . . . For literature, it is works in the first 8 years of Stephen King (professional).
“The best way to predict the future is to create it.” — Peter Drucker
“One strategy for getting ahead is being incredibly good at a particular skill; you need to be world-class to stand out for that skill. In my case, I layered fairly average skills together until the combination became special.” — Scott Adams
. . . . . . . These triad-points are mountains. They are verizons (and I don’t mean the phone company). These triad-points have countless lessons to show us, if we but listen and open our eyes to them.
. . . . . . . Star Wars had a magical setting in space, and fast-paced action and the best villain ever (who would later be counterposed as a kind of anti-“hero”).
. . . . . . . Rhythm Is A Dancer used a black woman’s emotional range to layer over the grandest synth-mishmash.
. . . . . . . Stephen King used a simple language to multiply effects many times over, so that the end-result was a vivid pastiche of action and the heart.
Star Wars vacillates between being excited by evil to damning it. Well, make up your motherfuckin’ mind already. It’s either tantalizingly “good” in a retro-capable way or worth slamming back into the space trash compactor from which it first crawled an eon or so ago. I say evil is interesting, which makes it good. Good is so “a Holy Trinity heaven on clouds with harps” boring. Evil defines us. — Catxman
Besides being the Fourth of July of Evil, Star Wars has a political angle which provokes thought. Particularly in the first three Episodes, we are asked questions about gridlock and size of polity that have relevance to the American Dream.
I think the Pentagon needs a new foe. And I rather doubt that China’s going to raise a hand and stand up to volunteer for the position. China’s like that football player who keeps his head down and bulls his way forward through the opposing line. He ain’t lookin’, his feet’re just dancin’, dancin’, doin’ the hyperpower dance. — Catxman
The song is the Kinetic Empire song of musicdom. It raises both hands to be gently caressed by green laser lights in an environment of crushing bodies, bumping hips, and percolating Ecstasy pills.
Carrie was a successful novel because it condensed King’s abilities into a taut book. At that point, King was ready to sprawl but hadn’t found the vehicle in which to do it. His successor to Carrie, ‘Salem’s Lot, would give him a 600-page range to roam, as he explored a whole township in his home state of Maine. — Catxman
King was still better than the average novelist in any book you care to name, even with that one rank failure, Dreamcatcher, dispatched after his near-fatal accident with the van. I still think King somehow orchestrated that accident (he held out his broken eyeglasses to the literary audience that one time, as if to say, see? I could’ve been gone from you). King wanted literary appreciation now not when he had kicked the bucket.
. . . . . . . Dreamcatcher was a convoluted mess of a novel, based on the plot description outlined in other websites. One of the most unfair things a novelist can do is take another genre book and make it into a book with the complexity of a mystery novel. Sometimes you just want a bullet of a read. Simple and straightforward, y’know? Oddly, The Stand, for all its sprawling expanse, was like an easy-to-traverse English estate with good paths for horses and gazebos for people to sit in.
. . . . . . . I think you could combine the three genres into one.
. . . . . . . Moving pictures — music — hovering letters.
. . . . . . . Kind of a picture book.
. . . . . . . I’m still working out in my mind what a picture-book would look like. It would probably be holographic and have a sense of dimension to it. Stereophonic sound. The best of writing, that connects with the images in a supportive and overarching way.
. . . . . . . There would be two main types of picture-book/movie/musicbook. Light triad and dark triad. Lights would be for those who are children or have retarded minds that are childlike and can’t handle reality. These are the people who don’t like mafia entertainment or horror books and want a happy Disney ending to every fucking piece of art.
. . . . . . . The dark triad is the munchy, lettuce-filled slab of Spam meat. It may come in a can, but that just makes it quicker to get to.
. . . . . . . Go for the dark triad if you can train your taste-buds to savor it. That’s my recommendation. Besides, more artists will opt for that than the light triad. Trust me on that.
I sort of see the Republican party as being the face of Judge Dredd. In the reboot of Judge Dredd, we see a frown even deeper than the original Sylvester Stallone grimace, and a gun even more powerful. These politicians are never happy. They know they’re looked upon without respect, and they growl at the umbrage. “I am the law!” or perhaps “I am my lobbyist’s law!” instead.