The Monolilith
In 1968 Stanley Kubrick produced and directed 2001 A Space Odyssey. The screenplay was co written with Arthur C Clarke whose short stories, primarily, "The Sentinel" (1951) and "Encounter in the dawn" (1953) inspired Kubrick's Odyssey. The film moves us, albeit extreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemly Slooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooly through a voyage with astronaughts, scientists, long pauses and of course the pivotal sentient supercomputer HAL9000 to investigate an ominous and rather stand offish Alien Monolith.
Here we are some 24 years on from 2001 where we brittlely bask in the fractured star light of recent phallic space adventures, where the semen are women dressed in blue, pushing up daisies with synthetic hands, staring at cameras with duplicated dead eyes as the butter flies. Stars of the hollow wood, naughts and crosses, sacrificed in a forbidden narrative crucified with hands and lips tied.
The stale stench of Musk, where rats run in orbital choirs as their rockets penetrate, probing into space, and on the tip of my tongue .... Space - the final frontier - the final front tier - the sorrowful tear or the ripping apart tear or Tyr The GOD of war. Does Space even exist???
Kubrick's original Monolith was a transparent perspex block measuring approximately 328 cm by 175 cm and about 20 cm deep with a weight around 2 tons. Kubrick rejected the original Monolith in favour of the opaque wooden structure we all know, painted in a graphite mixed black paint, giving it an extremely mono-smooth sheen. The original transparent Monolith was purchased by Arthur Fleischmann, a Pioneer of acrylic sculpting. At that time it was the largest block of acrylic ever cast, it was procured for Arthur to carve the "Crystal Crown" for the Queen in 1977, the same year 3 iii Atlas sent out its WOW signal "6EQUJ5".
There are no coincidences and with Sharon's recent invocation of transparency I ask, did Kubrick actually have a transparent Monolith as his original prop or, after Sharon wrote the invocation of transparency something happened to create the concept of. Because if the Monolith in 2001 A Space Odyssey had remained, or been, which ever it may be, transparent, what would our world look like today?
The invocation of transparency calls for a state of being without distortion, moving beyond conflict where the path has dissolved light and dark into the breath of presence, bringing forward a 3rd weave in our tapestry of sanctified reversal, the undoing and thus the becoming.
In Lie t of all the light I don't think so. Stanley Kubrick's Odyssey is truly a masterpiece and quite possibly the closest we will ever get to space travel, his visual and visceral exploration of the gravity with which to pull the story in on itself, is held with such weight, wait, that in all those drawn out moments of space we are held in a tangible density a 3D reality.
When those apes reached up to touch that unusual surface, if they had been met with the face of fearful curiosity from the other side, rather than the echo eating mat black of the monolilith that marked us all from that captors prison at the base of our brains. Where would we be, who would we be? Was this in fact the beginning of our demise.
The beginning of our echo chamber from within which, we threw away the key. Believing the projections on the back wall to be freedom, the voice at the back of our head to be whispering the truth. Did we lift off on a journey to find ourselves in this black non reflective surface, did we begin to mirror its ZERO points of articulation and slide into our idol state of idiocracy. In a bid to mute ate, us we dove into a state of non articulation we stuffed battered and heavily flavoured tortured animals into our mouths, craving the speed of feed, without giving it a second thought, we sub scribed, throwing away the marks of our past our story, giving it up for HIS story. We wounded our souls with the alliance of death, slavery and an eternal silent scream, which cut us from the inside every time we began to feel, every time we began to wake up, every time we began to know who we were, who we are.