A very pompous title for showcasing a great piece of art which is the true subject of this post (yes, eat yourself through the intellectual crap and you’ll be rewarded with beauty). I’m no anarchist, because like all -isms it requires lack of doubt, not one of my strengths. It also requires a view of our species that is beyond utopian, again not one of my strengths. My neurotransmitter balance tends to find dystopia and when it cannot, it still harbors doubt. A dystopian perspective is crappy to live with but also provides comfort. Utopias scare me, they tend to end badly. and I wouldn’t want to support one and only find out its dark side when it’s too late.
Nevertheless, the property is theft maxim regularly enters my consciousness since I started living in Cairo. Never have I been in an environment so utterly privatized as this one. Not a spec of agreeable public space in sight. Parks, the very few around, all require entry fees or can only be looked at through closed gates. The Nile river bank, potentially one of the world’s great promenades, is all in private hands. No entry. Allowing this to happen to the world’s most compact metropolis is madness. It means no respite nowhere from the continuous assault on the senses that is navigating Cairo’s streets. It stirs anarchist thoughts in even the most doubtful brain.
Now, for my associative grey matter, the step from property right to copyright is relatively minor.
And when I’m sharing great animation with you I might as well post another favorite of mine…that’s what I wrote before clicking on my bookmarked youtube page of the English subtitled version of Persepolis with this result: This video is no longer available due to a copyright claim…Sorry about that. Is it indicative of where this madness comes from that the original French version, a synchronized Italian version, a German version, are all still available online?
Which brings me to my hobby-horse subject of The Man (with thanks to Brian who introduced me to him). Let me share another classic that shows this creature in all its naked ugliness:
And if The Man is just too much for you, or too much for now, take leave instead with some bluesy rock&roll that I had nearly forgotten about:
And so went the musing about property is theft.