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THE LAST POGO JUMPS AGAIN

LAST POGO JUMPS AGAIN 1“You are going to celebrate your 35th birthday in a psychiatric hospital after you lose someone very close to you,” a man I met in a bar the first night I arrived in Toronto told me. He continued, “Don’t worry about it. When you come out you will become the richest man on earth.”

I was nineteen. That morning in Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario the principal of the SIR JAMES DUNN COLLEGIATE & VOCATIONAL SCHOOL has called me into his office where he roared, “YOU HAVE ENTIRELY THE WRONG ATTITUDE. IF YOU LEAVE THIS SCHOOL TODAY YOU WILL STARVE IN TWO WEEKS.”

I arrived in this city friendless with just enough money in my pocket to buy a beer. Drinking age was twenty-one.

It pays to have the wrong attitude.

When I got here people on the streets of this city were cold and unfriendly.

I decided to warm the place up. It needed it.

People have been telling me I am crazy from the year I turned six. My first grade teacher asked us to draw stick figures of men and women. While everyone else drew women with triangles for skirts I drew them with circles for breasts and us with our gear. My teacher said, “Ah,  you are an artist.” She gave me colored bits of scrap chalk.

My second grade teacher took one look at my stick figures then said, “You have a dirty mind.” She beat me. I learned to take the beating.

You won’t find me invited to program at TIFF and I’d turn them down if they dared ask. However, over a beer in her home the late Jane Jacobs (author of THE DEATH AND LIFE OF GREAT AMERICAN CITIES) said to me, “The best part of what you have to offer is what you have to say.”

That ain’t too fucking shabby.

In an interview Mrs. Jacobs said, “I had wonderful teachers in the first and second grades who taught me everything I know. After that, I’m afraid, the teachers were nice, but they were dopes…”

Not all my teachers after grade two were dopes just most of them.

In 1981 on the eve of my 35th birthday my second youngest brother killed himself because the woman he loved did not love him.

I had gone through one Hell of a year with a person I loved who did not love me. Though my family knew nothing about this they thought I was going to follow my brother’s lead and kill myself. I had no intention of doing that. They stuck me against my will in McMaster Psychiatric Hospital where on June 12, 1981, as I cut into the cake my sister had made to celebrate my 35th birthday the head shrink said, “Do you know what is wrong with you?”

I told him.”Nothing. I am on time and on schedule.”

I was then. I am now.

The first venue I used in Toronto was called THE PUBLIC ENEMY. The year was 1968. THE PUBLIC ENEMY was 39 steps above a pool hall on the east side of Yonge at the end of Yorkville before Yorkville became the embalmed corpse which it is today.

I was pre-punk punk, rail thin, dressed head to foot in black. I called the place THE PUBLIC ENEMY after the film that had made James Cagney a STAR and because I was an out fag at a time when most fags were trembling in the closet. Fags were seen as public enemy number one. Jean Cocteau, the great French artist/writer/filmmaker, fag, said, “Whatever the world condemns you for make it your own. It is yourself.” I had not read that then. Intuitively I did the right thing (which is always the wrong thing in the eyes of the gutless cowards of whom the bulk of humanity is formed).

I prefer honest hate to dishonest love. The so-called gay rights movement has led to a ton of dishonest love. I liked having sex with women as well but no one will kill us for that. It takes balls to make love with a man. Boys can’t do that.

That year, 1968, some hippies who came to The Public Enemy told me about Rochdale College of which I knew nothing and about a woman who lived there of whom I knew something, Judith Merril.

I knew Judy from THE YEAR’S BEST COLLECTIONS OF SCIENCE FICTION which she edited.

1968 was also the year Jane Jacobs arrived in Toronto. One of the first places they came to was THE PUBLIC ENEMY. They were regulars.

“You belong here,” said Judy when I went over to Rochdale to meet her. Rochdale College was incredible. It was eighteen floors. Thanks to Canada’s then government under Pierre Trudeau Rochdale was the only place on earth one could use hashish, LSD, marijuana, mescaline and peyote. At Rochdale I taught film and studied LSD.

My programs have, thankfully, always been in places the boring people do not go.

Like Jesus I prefer the company of the Damned to that of those who see themselves as Saved.

So when Colin brought me THE LAST POGO to screen I told him I needed more films to make a feature length program adding that the films should be in as bad taste as possible. Then I had a poster designed that was intended to upset mothers and fathers.

The show was a huge hit.

Now Colin has expanded THE LAST POGO into a massive four hour document of the vibrant music scene Toronto had once upon a time.

Brit painter Peter More calls The Cineforum “the best place on earth in which to see a movie.”

THE LAST POGO JUMPS AGAIN is being praised as the best document of a scene ever. So buy the dvd to see it on your small screen (and to support Colin). Then come here to see it on my big screen.

For those of you who like to smoke pot before watching a movie please remember that smoking is not allowed in the screening room. The smoke is bad for the equipment. May I suggest this recipe from THE ALICE B. TOKLAS COOK BOOK: BRION GYSIN’S HASCHICH FUDGE (which anyone could whip up on a rainy day)

This is the food of Paradise—of Baudelaire’s Artificial Paradises: it might provide an entertaining refreshment for a Ladies’ Bridge Club or a chapter meeting of the DAR. In Morocco it is thought to be good for warding off the common cold in damp winter weather and is, indeed, more effective if taken with large quantities of hot mint tea. Euphoria and brilliant storms of laughter; ecstatic reveries and extensions of one’s personality on several simultaneous planes are to be complacently expected. Almost anything Saint Theresa did, you can do better if you can bear to be ravished by ‘un évanouissement reveille.’

Take 1 teaspoon black peppercorns, 1 whole nutmeg, 4 average sticks of cinnamon, 1 teaspoon coriander. These should all be pulverised in a mortar. About a handful each of stoned dates, dried figs, shelled almonds and peanuts: chop these and mix them together. A bunch of canibus sativa can be pulverised. This along with the spices should be dusted over the mixed fruit and nuts, kneaded together. About a cup of sugar dissolved in a big pat of butter. Rolled into a cake and cut into pieces or made into balls about the size of a walnut, it should be eaten with care. Two pieces are quite sufficient.

Obtaining the canibus may present certain difficulties, but the variety known as canibus sativa grows as a common weed, often unrecognised, everywhere in Europe, Asia and parts of Africa; besides being cultivated as a crop for the manufacture of rope. In the Americas, while often discouraged, its cousin, called canibus indica, has been observed even in city window boxes. It should be picked and dried as soon as it has gone to seed and while the plant is still green.

Al Aron0witz, the fabled Blacklisted Journalist, preferred his pot in cookies. Al was a great friend and an awesome mentor. He knew his shit. Stop smoking. Start cooking.

 

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I wanted a poster that would give man and dad heart attacks. I wanted them to warn their kids, "DON'T GO THERE!"

I wanted a poster that would give man and dad heart attacks. I wanted them to warn their kids, “DON’T GO THERE!”

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Ten years ago a young man came to The Cineforum to see The Wizard of Oz (1939) set to the music of Pink Floyd. The Cineforum is in my home. I opened it by chance in 1992 after an altercation with a venue just up the street which I was then using. When someone starts a fight, unless I have no other course, I simply leave. Life is too short to waste it on entanglements. I brought the people who had come out down here I thought for just the one night.

“I like this,” said one person after another as they walked in.

Cecil Taylor is a great artist and a great musician. He said, “The key to success in the arts is to find someplace small in your own city where you can present your ideas without interference.”

In that moment I realized I had found my small space.

I was showing the Wizard Of Oz to the music of Pink Floyd because I had been asked to. It turns out a lot of people want to experience it. It is one of my longest running programs.

As this fellow walked down the hall I said to him, “You look just like Walt Disney’s PINOCCHIO.”

“I am in town playing the tail end of the whale in Walt Disney On Ice,” he said.

His name is Alexandre Hamel.

The Disney people treat their employees well. Alex decided he would like to spend as much time here as possible. On his days off he was here. When the tour moved to Buffalo he again came here on his days off. When the tour moved on he asked if he could live here when the tour ended.

While living here Alex came to realize he did not have to depend on someone else to create a job for him. He realized he could create his own work. YouTube Preview Image.http://www.theguardian.com/stage/2014/dec/17/judith-mackrell-top-10-dance-of-2014-natalia-osipova

With that idea he created a figure skating company called LE PATIN LIBRE (http://lepatinlibre.com/en/). Alex is now transforming the world of figure skating.

One day when I was around 19 my high school principal called me into his office. He said, “You have entirely the wrong attitude. If you leave this school today you will starve in two weeks.”

Had I not walked out that moment Alex would not have created LE PATIN LIBRE. He would have ended his figure skating career has his heroes ended their careers wearing monkey suits for Disney On Ice or hanging top hats on their cocks for LAS VEGAS ON ICE.

A lot of people have found inspiration here. As time passed I came to realize that if I had not walked out of school I would have starved. Men who see themselves as wise often say I am a fool. I have been called worse, much worse. In the Tarot the card with the lowest surface value, THE FOOL, has a hidden value for it is the highest valued card in the deck.

THE FOOL is numbered zero in THE TAROT. It is the most valuable card in the deck.

THE FOOL is numbered zero in THE TAROT. It is the most valuable card in the deck.

John Kricfalusi came to my programs at Innis College in the late 1970s. He was studying animation at Sheridan College. There his teachers showed him what they thought he should see. I showed him everything. Not only that I welcomed him into my life.

John Kricfalusi came to my programs at Innis College in the late 1970s. He was studying animation at Sheridan College. There his teachers showed him what they thought he should see. I showed him everything. Not only that I welcomed him into my life.

Here we see the effect of civilization. As time passes our cocks and balls need to be covered up so that people with delicate sensibilities will not be offended by the sight of that to which they owe their existence. The shame is that so many men are eager to cover up that which they should be flaunting with pride.

Here we see the effect of civilization. As time passes our gear needs to be covered up so that people with delicate sensibilities will not be offended by the sight of that to which we owe our existence. The shame is that so many men are eager to cover up that which they should be flaunting with pride.

Men aspire to positions that will win them respect in the world. The fool aspires to nothing.

The purpose of The Cineforum?

In Europe in the arts older established artists sometimes opened their homes by creating a salon where young artists coming in could meet established artists. In this manner a continuity was established from generation to generation. The thing about embracing a life in the arts as opposed to a embracing a life devoted to attaining the divine is that in the arts we can embrace what those who pursue spirit reject.

One day walking along the street Leonardo Da Vinci saw a remarkable youth who caused him to stop and look twice. What caused Da Vinci to stop and look twice? What causes any of us to stop and look twice? (http://instinctmagazine.com/post/x-rated-penis-doodle-gay-overtones-appears-leonardo-da-vincis-notebook).

Men who aspire to be spiritual all too often turn out to be demonic. Those rare men who embrace the flesh as opposed to rejecting it know what those who turn their backs on it can never know. They know love. Without love we are nothing.

In 1968 a young man I met by chance one night in a park asked if he could sleep there. I told him it was supposed to rain and that he could get arrested for vagrancy. He told me he had fought with his father who had said, “My way or the highway.”

Recognizing a kindred spirit I brought him home. Through him by chance I discovered one of the most important books I have read, the Wilhelm/Baynes edition of THE I CHING.

It teaches that we can not separate learning from doing adding that when we do both become sterile. It adds that the superior man is always on the side of those the men who think themselves superior despise: the poor and the lowly. It teaches that the Superior Man does not serve kings nor princes. I was twenty-two. I embraced the ideas I found in THE I CHING. The only way to learn what it teaches is to live the life it calls us to.

In 1970 a friend invited me out to Hollywood, California. I went by bus taking with me only a small pocket sized copy of The New Testament which I had found while living in Ottawa. I left my I CHING with a friend. “Don’t you want to take it with you?” he said. I replied, “If I need it it will be where I am.”

I read that NEW TESTAMENT cover to cover five times during that bus ride.

THE I CHING in Hexagram 27, NOURISHMENT, teaches,

THE LINES

Nine at the beginning means:
You let your magic tortoise go,
And look at me with the corners of your mouth drooping.
Misfortune.

The magic tortoise is a creature possessed of such supernatural powers that it lives on air and needs no earthly nourishment. The image means that a man fitted by nature and position to live freely and independently renounces this self-reliance and instead looks with envy and discontent at others who are outwardly in better circumstances. But such base envy only arouses derision and contempt in those others. This has bad results.

This finds its echo in THE NEW TESTAMENT: LUKE 12: 22-31 And then he added to the disciples, “That is why I tell you, don’t worry about life, wondering what you are going to eat. And stop bothering about what clothes you will need. Life is much more important than food, and the body more important than clothes. Think of the ravens. They neither sow nor reap, and they have neither store nor barn, but God feeds them. And how much more valuable do you think you are than birds? Can any of you make himself an inch taller however much he worries about it? And if you can’t manage a little thing like this, why do you worry about anything else? Think of the wild flowers, and how they neither work nor weave. Yet I tell you that Solomon in all his glory was never arrayed like one of these. If God so clothes the grass, which flowers in the field today and is burnt in the stove tomorrow, is he not much more likely to clothe you, you little-faiths? You must not set your heart on what you eat or drink, nor must you live in a state of anxiety. The whole heathen world is busy about getting food and drink, and your Father knows well enough that you need such things. No, set your heart on his kingdom, and your food and drink will come as a matter of course.”

For forty years now I have been trusting my “magic tortoise.” I call others to trust theirs. Most people I say this to call me a fool.

When we go to a concert do we blame the composer when his/her music is badly played?

Like Jesus I prefer the company of those whom the world despises. My house is built on rock. Enough said for now.

In 1968 I devoted myself to living the life THE I CHING TEACHES. In 1992 a high ranking Tibetan Lama who had accompanied the Dalai Lama came to my presentation on the Sumerian story of Gilgamesh. He stayed after. For hours that seemed like minutes we talked about things few dream about.

In 1968 I devoted myself to living the life THE I CHING TEACHES. In 1992 a high ranking Tibetan Lama who had accompanied the Dalai Lama came to my presentation on the Sumerian story of Gilgamesh. He stayed after. For hours that seemed like minutes we talked about things few dream about.

Amazing-Impact
True and False Prophets

15 “Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves. 16 By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles? 17 Likewise, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. 18 A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit. 19 Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. 20 Thus, by their fruit you will recognize them.

True and False Disciples

21 “Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven.22 Many will say to me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and in your name perform many miracles?’ 23 Then I will tell them plainly, ‘I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!’

The Wise and Foolish Builders

24 “Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. 25 The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. 26 But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. 27 The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.”
28 When Jesus had finished saying these things, the crowds were amazed at his teaching, 29 because he taught as one who had authority, and not as their teachers of the law.

Prostitutes & Stephen Harper

Matthew 21:28-32J.B. Phillips New Testament (PHILLIPS)

28-32 “But what is your opinion about this? There was a man with two sons. He went to the first and said, ‘Go and work in my vineyard today, my son,’ he said, ‘All right, sir’—but he never went near it. Then his father approached the second son with the same request. He said, ‘I won’t.’ But afterwards he changed his mind and went. Which of these two did what their father wanted?” “The second one,” they replied. “Yes, and I tell you that tax-collectors and prostitutes are going into the kingdom of God in front of you!” retorted Jesus. “For John came to you as a saint, and you did not believe him—yet the tax-collectors and the prostitutes did! And, even after seeing that, you would not change your minds and believe him.”

This parable is a metaphor as far as I am concerned for those who say they are Christians but fail to show the love Jesus showed for those the world condemned and for those who say they do not believe in God but who nonetheless show the love Jesus showed for those the world is swift to scorn.

We have been in a war between the ideal man and the real man. The ideal man is not sexual. The real man, of course, is.

Beaudelaire GenuineCharles Beaudelaire sums up that war beautifully in his poem WHICH ONE IS GENUINE.

The ideal, of course, is a lie.

It is only when we have the courage to embrace the sexual aspect of our nature that we can truly see that pillar of fire that led the children of Israel by night and that pillar of smoke which led them by day in the desert.

I know about this battle because it is one which for years as a young man I fought. It is a battle between what we are taught to believe and that which we fundamentally know is true. That so many lose this battles accounts for, as far as I am concerned, male violence towards women and towards homosexuals. The day we no longer think of sex as dirty we become free of self loathing and of self hatred.

In his book TRUE AND FALSE David Mamet writes, “Any system built on belief functions through the operations of guilt and hypocrisy. Such a system, whether of acting training, meditation, self-improvement, etc., functions as a pseudo-religion, and is predicated on the individual’s knowledge of his or her own worthlessness. The system holds itself out as the alleviator, cleanser, and redeemer of the guilty individual.

“Now, none of us is free of self-doubt, and none of us is free of guilt. We all have thoughts, feelings, episodes, and tendencies which we would rather did not exist.” The secret is to embrace our self fully. This takes more courage than it takes to become a soldier and kill a mam because that becomes our duty. Jean Cocteau, a great poet, playwright, painter, sculptor, film maker, said, “Whatever the world condemns you for make it your own. It is yourself.”

For a moment accept the idea of Heaven as the TV preachers describe it as real. Now imagine our self stuck in Heaven for eternity with that TV preacher Jimmy Swaggert who got caught looking at prostitutes in hotel rooms (http://rationalwiki.org/wiki/Jimmy_Swaggart).

Meanwhile Swaggert’s cousin Jerry Lee Lewis is downstairs where we can’t go in the Hellfire Club banging out GREAT BALLS OF FIRE on the piano.

You tell me who is in Hell?

That is why you won’t find me wasting time in a church, any church, this Christmas.Jean Cocteau 1 Rubaiyat-Of-Omar-Khayam2 I would rather be with honest people than with people who lie so that they may be accepted in this world.Hepburn

This governments new laws regarding prostitutes will only serve to further make worse the lives of the men and women it affects. Our Prime Minister, Stephen Harper, is a member of that group who call themselves the Christian Right. It is neither right nor Christian.

Grim Natwick

Grim Natwick was one of the most important to myself people I ever met.

One day back in the 1970s when I was running my programs at Rochdale College in Toronto, Canada my bank manager called me into his office.

“Do you have a goal?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“What is it?” he asked.

“It is very simple. Should I live to be 100 I want to be living in my own home surrounded by people who want to be living there with me. I do not want to eke out an existence in a home for senior citizens being spoon fed and sponge bathed by people who do not give a damn whether I live or die.”

His jaw hit his desk. I guess he thought my goal is something silly like a trip to an exotic locale or whatever.

John Lennon said life is what happens while we are busy making plans.

Too often plans get in the way of life. I live as much as I can trusting in the now.

LUKE 12: 22-31 And then he added to the disciples, “That is why I tell you, don’t worry about life, wondering what you are going to eat. And stop bothering about what clothes you will need. Life is much more important than food, and the body more important than clothes. Think of the ravens. They neither sow nor reap, and they have neither store nor barn, but God feeds them. And how much more valuable do you think you are than birds? Can any of you make himself an inch taller however much he worries about it? And if you can’t manage a little thing like this, why do you worry about anything else? Think of the wild flowers, and how they neither work nor weave. Yet I tell you that Solomon in all his glory was never arrayed like one of these. If God so clothes the grass, which flowers in the field today and is burnt in the stove tomorrow, is he not much more likely to clothe you, you little-faiths? You must not set your heart on what you eat or drink, nor must you live in a state of anxiety. The whole heathen world is busy about getting food and drink, and your Father knows well enough that you need such things. No, set your heart on his kingdom, and your food and drink will come as a matter of course.

Live as Jesus calls us to live and, naturally, those of this world say we are crazy. Call me crazy.

20625The winter 1975 issue of FILM COMMENT is one of the most important publications I have read. It turned me on to the idea that the great animated cartoons of the 1910s, 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s and 60s might be an unconscious art form (the best kind. Deliberate art is always stiff).

I set out to study the medium in as much depth as possible. In 1979 I brought Warner animation director Bob Clampett and his wife Sody to Toronto. Bob was so enthusiastic about what he found here he introduced me to Tex Avery, Friz Freleng, Heck Allen, Bernard B. Brown and Grim Natwick.

1980 was the fiftieth birthday of Betty Boop. I invited Grim to Toronto to celebrate it. He had created Betty in 1930. Grim brought along his landlady, Mrs. French who was animation artist Richard Williams mother-in-law.

I discovered that Grim was celebrating his 90th birthday.

I determined to find a way to celebrate his birthday every year as a countdown to his 100th birthday.

Grim came to Toronto with Mrs. French again in 1992. In 1997 I went to Hollywood for a tribute honoring Grim held by the Motion Picture Academy of Arts & Sciences. I stayed in one of Mrs. French’s apartments. After the Academy tribute Grim pulled out his art books and his bottles of hard liquor. I learned more in that one night than I could have learned in years at the best animation or art school in the world. The next day, hung over, Grim and I toured the Disney Studio.

Grim turned 100 in 1990. I bought the inside cover of a special issue of ANIMATION magazine to let the world know.

Sody Clampett invited me to stay at her house under the “H” in the Hollywood sign when I went out for the Great Grim Natwick 100th Birthday Celebrations. While out there I visited Forrest J Ackerman at the Ackermanion.

With me I brought copies of my special publication of the talks Grim gave in Toronto. I designed the book with large letters so he could read it without glasses.

When I gave them to him Grim said, “That is how an animation book SHOULD look! You have done more for me than anyone else in my life.”

Grim passed away shortly after he turned 100. To the last he lived in his own home surrounded by people who loved him.

One of those who loved him is myself. We talked often on the telephone. “These calls are expensive for you,” he said now and then.

“Considering what I am getting, no, they are not,” I told him.

For a donation of $50 I will send you my GRIM NATWICK publication plus the cd of Grim’s 1980 visit to Toronto and the dvd of Grim’s 1982 visit.

Grim was the best.

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This was a gift to me from Grim Natwick.

This was a gift to me from Grim Natwick.

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No one is interested in that but you.

“Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth that ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now.”― William Hutchison Murray.

A note from Jane Jacobs thanking me for giving her a copy of THE NIGHT THEY RAIDED ROCHDALE COLLEGE. Praise does not come better than this. "You will starve in two weeks if you leave this school today," I was told when I was in High School. Had I not left I would have starved.

A note from Jane Jacobs thanking me for giving her a copy of THE NIGHT THEY RAIDED ROCHDALE COLLEGE. Praise does not come better than this. “You will starve in two weeks if you leave this school today,” I was told when I was in High School. Had I not left I would have starved.

The Night They Raided Rochdale College“You have entirely the wrong attitude,” my high school principal roared at me one day way back in my last year. He added, “If you leave this school today you will starve in two weeks.”

That night I arrived in Toronto from the frozen wastes of Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario where my father had moved us from Chipman, New Brunswick. The friend I had thought I could stay with had proved not to be a friend. I was homeless. I had just enough money in my pocket for a beer. Drinking age was then 21. I was eighteen. I did not let that stop me.

People have been telling me I have the wrong attitude for a long time now. I turned 68 in June, 2014. So you can see I have been hearing this for a very long time.

Had I not left school that day I would have starved.

Life had prepared a feast for me few get to sample.

“Most teachers say you should go to school to get your degree to have something to fall back on. Aside from being a huge lie, that also creates a very high level of mediocrity, because nobody who really believes that is going to take the leap of faith required to be a serious artist. Stay out of school.”–Ellis Marsalis to his sons Branford, Delfeayo and Wynton.

I never thought of it at the time but I had taken that leap of faith that is required to be a serious artist.

In 1968 some people came to my programs who told me about a place I knew nothing about, Rochdale College. They also told me that a woman of whom I knew a great deal was living there. The woman was Judith Merril. Judy is the mother of modern science/speculative fiction. Of her J. G. Ballard (author of Crash and Empire of the Sun) said in 1992:”Science fiction, I suspect, is now dead, and probably died about the time that Judy closed her anthology and left to found her memorial library to the genre in Toronto. I remember my last sight of her, surrounded by her friends and all the books she loved, shouting me down whenever I tried to argue with her, the strongest woman in a genre for the most part created by timid and weak men.”

At that moment I knew Judy only as the editor of THE YEAR’S BEST collections of science fiction. The stories she chose were first rate. Her brief introductions to those stories were even better.

I went over to Rochdale to meet Judy. I was rail thin, dressed in black from head to foot; pre-punk punk. Thirty years later when Judy, after living through a stroke that nearly took her from us, asked me to meet her for lunch. She then told me she had decided to limit her company of friends only to those she felt important. She added that the first time she had met me I had scared the shit out of her.

Rochdale College was the most important experiment in alternate education ever undertaken.

At Rochdale there were no teachers. Each Rochdalian was called to be their own teacher. What there were were resource people. These were people, having achieved success in their field, who were invited to live at Rochdale with rent and food covered. they were not there to teach. They were there is answer questions if people chose to ask them. Judy was at Rochdale as a resource person. Truth be told most of the people who lived at Rochdale were not as bold as that idea nor as brave as Judy.

Encouraged by my teachers to be a writer at the moment I saw motion pictures in our time as the medium print had been in the 19th century. That is no longer true. Both are now dead.

At one time the public read great books. At one time the public flocked to the movies. In the 1920s over 65% of the public went to the movies on a regular basis. Today that figure is less than 15%.

I had begin to read books on the art, history and business of motion pictures. At the time, luckily, there were no film schools. Said Pedro Almodovar, “When I wanted to go to film school in Spain I got lucky. The government shut them all down.”

It had dawned on e that I should be looking at the films I was reading about. I acquired 8mm prints of silent films like THE BIRTH OF A NATION (1915), INTOLERANCE (1916), THE CABINET OF DR. CALIGARI (1919), THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA (1925), THE BATTLESHIP POTEMKIN (1925). METROPOLIS (1926), the first films of Charlie Chaplin and many more. When I came to Toronto I met by chance George Hendersen who invited me to show them first at his shop VIKING BOOKS on Queen Street just west of University and then at his Memory Lane bookshop in Mirvish Village.

Previously I had shared them with “friends” who were not the least bit interested in them. In fact, they thought me crazy for wasting my money on old movies.

Then I discovered the great joy of sharing what I knew to be good with strangers who knew the value of what they were receiving.

Many genre writers (and writers in general) are culturally illiterate. Judith Merril was among the few who are not. Judy knew the value of what I had to offer. She sponsored me as a resource person at Rochdale where shortly after I began showings a fellow walked up and said, “Reg, would you like to try LSD?”

As part of the Rochdale Experiment the Federal Government of Canada under the coolest head of state any country has ever had, Pierre Trudeau, decided to allow in Rochdale the use of hashish, LSD, marijuana, mescaline and peyote. Rochdale was 18 floors straight up. The higher up we went the higher we got.

I had no interest in drugs of any kind as I at the time believed what the government tells us so I said, “No.”

I was showing Mae West in her first starring film, SHE DONE HIM WRONG (1933). A young girl in the film said, “I have gone wrong. What man is going to want me?” Mae West replied, “When women go wrong men go right after them.”

I laughed and said, “Hey you, come back here.”

That night, for the first time I walked through the doors of perception. I flew between Heaven and Hell.

A few years back I did a performance piece titled THE NIGHT THEY RAIDED ROCHDALE COLLEGE.

When I was invited to perform it at a theater I also wrote it out as a book. I sent a copy of it to my friend Jane Jacobs, author of THE DEATH AND LIFE OF GREAT AMERICAN CITIES. She sent me back a note thanking me for it.

THE NIGHT THEY RAIDED ROCHDALE COLLEGE is not about Rochdale. It is about me and how I came to have a frightened police officer pointing his pistol; between my eyes.

It is available only from myself by request (Canadian publishers don’t think there is a market for books from me. Good thing, too, because they’d give me pennies where I get dollars). I have gone through a few thousand copies of this. Not only have people thanked me for it they have asked for replacement copies for the ones they wore out and for gift copies for friends. For a donation of $50.00 I will send you an autographed limited edition copy.

Rochdale was 18 floors straight up. The higher up we went, the higher we got. When we got to the rooftop patio our clothes fell off.

Rochdale was 18 floors straight up. The higher up we went, the higher we got. When we got to the rooftop patio our clothes fell off.

Reg Hartt served as Director Of Cinema Studies at Rochdale College.

Reg Hartt served as Director Of Cinema Studies at Rochdale College.

 

Judy  Tough Instructor

"Your son will learn moreabout film here than at any university in the world," I said to a mother this fall. I was not surprised when she said no. I was surprised when her son did. Some damn fine people speak highly of my work which is more than  can be said of the eunuchs who teach in academia.

“Your son will learn more about film here than at any university in the world,” I said to a mother this fall. I was not surprised when she said no. I was surprised when her son did. Some damn fine people speak highly of my work which is more than can be said of the eunuchs who teach in academia.

Why isn’t BWANA DEVIL available in 3D?

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Please contact SHOUT! FACTORY and request a 3D version of this film. Thank you. Copy and paste: https://shoutfactory.com/contact

The historic importance of Arch Oboler’s BWANA DEVIL (1953) can not be over stated. The film ushered in the brief 3D boom of the 1950s. It was a huge box office success. The film is based on a true story later retold as THE GHOST AND THE DARKNESS (1966). Despite the general condemnation of critics the film is actually very good.

Seeing it in 2D is like seeing 1927’s THE JAZZ SINGER silent or the first Technicolor Feature, BECKY SHARP, only in black and white. BECKY SHARP has yet, like BWANA DEVIL, to receive a proper release. Hopefully, Universal, who owns it, will change that. The following piece on BWANA DEVIL from the late Ray Zone’s excellent 3D REVOLUTION The History Of Modern Stereoscopic Film, shows that Arch Oboler knew from the start what would kill 3D motion pictures with the public. It is too bad he was not listened to. It is equally unfortunate that of all his 3D films, only THE BUBBLE (thanks to Robert Furmanek and THE 3D Film Archive) has seen a release that does the work justice.

Robert Furmanek is able to produce top quality materials at 1.30th the cost the majors spend. There is an abundance of 3D films being produced today for the home market most of which are negligible. It would cost smart people less to restore the great 3D films of the 1950s (and on) in deluxe versions for the home market at a fraction of the cost of making new bad movies. One of the reasons it would be smart is that these films come pre-sold. Many of us, for example, have heard about THE MAZE. Few of us have seen it in 3D. Ditto IT CAME FROM OUTER SPSACE and THE REVENGE OF THE CREATURE not to mention a host of others (MISS SADIE THOMPSON, William Castle’s FORT TI and others, ROBOT MONSTER, COMIN’ AT YA!, Andy Warhol’s FRANKENSTEIN–speaking of a title that sells itself) and more).

Currently BWANA DEVIL belongs to SHOUT! FACTORY. I have much of their work. They deserve applause for their efforts. I can’t imagine anything but pennies coming in from a 2D Release of BWANA DEVIL as by this time whatever money a 2D version is going to make has been made. If they don’t see the value in a 3D release hopefully they can sell the title to THE 3D FILM ARCHIVE so that a proper restoration can be done by the people best qualified to do it who happen also to believe (rightfully) that there is an eager audience for this landmark film.

Speaking of Universal, it would be smart on their part to get Bob Furmanek to produce 3D restorations of their 3D features. They are damn fine movies with intelligent use of 3D.

BWANA DEVIL (1953) is the film that ushered in the brief oom of the 1950s. Ironically, it is only available in a 2D version. All the so called 3D versions of it are fakes. Seeing this landmark film in 2D is like seeing THE JAZZ SINGER (1927) silent or the first Technicolor Feature, BECKY SHARP, in black and white (Why isn't a good version of BECKY SHARP film available?)

BWANA DEVIL (1953) is the film that ushered in the brief 3D boom of the 1950s. Ironically, it is only available in a 2D version. All the so called 3D versions of it are fakes. Seeing this landmark film in 2D is like seeing THE JAZZ SINGER (1927) silent or the first Technicolor Feature, BECKY SHARP, in black and white (Why isn’t a good version of BECKY SHARP available?). Arch Oboler. producer/director of BWANA DEVIL, was well aware of what would shatter that boom. Unfortunately , others were not so astute. Oboler’s work more than deserves to be preserved in its proper framework.

Bwana Devil  from Ray Zone’s 3D REVOLUTION:RAY ZONE

“We needed two technicians,” said Worth, “one to run the parallax and one to run the focus. Synchronization of the two cameras was a big problem. The shutters had to be absolutely in sync with each other so we hooked the two cameras together with a shaft. They had to be threaded perfectly. We made a lot of camera tests and had a projection deal with a little studio in Culver City. We rented it and invited producers and all the press. We had some sensational footage. All they wanted to know was ‘Who’s going to make a picture and when?’ We couldn’t seem to get anybody.

“Milton wanted me as the camera man. I said, ‘Wait a minute, Milton. Don’t try to sell a new man with a new system. You’ve got to get the system on the screen and then you’ll be in a position.’ So I suggested Joe Biroc. Joe worked on some more tests with us and got the idea what 3-D was all about.”

Enter Arch Oboler

“Joe Biroc had done a picture with Arch Oboler called The Twonky,” recalled Worth. “One day Arch said to Joe ‘Boy, if we only had threedimeflsi0 Joe said, ‘We’ve got it,’ and Arch came to attention immediately. Arch said ‘Where?’ And Joe said, ‘Contact Milton Gunzburg.’

“So Arch did that. A week or so went by and I said to Joe, ‘What’s happened with the 3-D?’ Joe said, ‘Well, Arch called Milton and made a proposition. And Milton turned it down. Arch said to Milton, ‘OK, make a proposition to me and see if I can live with it.’ But Milton didn’t want to deal.”

Worth had heard nothing about this situation. He and Biroc immediately went over to Milton Gunzburg’s office. “I told Milton, ‘We’ve got a director/producer here that gets things released and you won’t deal with him,” said Worth. “Why won’t you deal with Oboler?’ Milton said that Oboler was small time. I said, ‘The one thing we’ve got to do is get this on the screen. If we get it on the screen, we’re in.’ And I said, ‘If you don’t follow through on this, forget me. Find somebody else to do this.’ I said, ‘Look. You call him right now, while I’m here.’ And he did. And they got together.

“But when we got the first day’s work,” recalled Worth laughing “we found out that Arch only had about five or ten thousand dollars, enough money for one or two day’s work. But Bob Stack, the lead in Bwana Devil, had seen the rushes. He put money in. His mother put money in. Some theater man in Long Beach put money in. Milton got some more money from his father. And we made Bwana Devil with spit and bailing wire.”

On Location in the Malibu Hills

Oboler engaged Biroc as director of photography and Worth as camera operator for 3-D filming of his African adventure, tentatively titled Lions of Gulu, with the 35mm unit, which, because of its unique construction, was nicknamed the Barndoor. Filming was on Ansco color stock and began on June 18, 1952, in the rugged, mountainous Malibu Hills area forty-five miles north of Los Angeles. Robert Stack starred in Bwana Devil, along with Barbara Britton and Nigel Bruce, in a story based on historical circumstances from the late nineteenth century, when man-eating lions delayed construction of a railroad by consuming workers involved in the task. The Natural Vision rig was covered with a large blimp and was mounted on a mobile camera car, called the Blue Goose, for almost every take. This car was a converted four-wheel-drive army weapons carrier with a forklift and platform on the front, operated hydraulically.

In August 1952, Biroc recounted the 3-D filming of Bwana Devil with an article in American Cinematographer. “Selecting camera setups calls for the careful placing of people and dressing of sets, together with the careful selection of lenses of correct focal length to avoid false perspective and distortion,” wrote Biroc. “To keep things rolling on the Bwana Devil production, most of these decisions were made by Lothrop Worth and myself. Only when we encountered very complex problems or situations in attempting an extreme effect called for in the script was it necessary to talk it over with Mr. Oboler. In such instances, the many tests we made previous to production served as an excellent yardstick.”

Biroc commented on the use of off-the-screen effects in Bwana Devil, employing negative parallax. “One of the characteristics of 3-dimensional movies, which made it such a spectacular innovation years ago when first presented to the public is the way objects can be made to appear coming right out of the screen and into the audience. Today, such freak innovations must be avoided, Oboler believes, if 3-dimension movies are to assume proper stature. For this reason, such effects are employed rarely in Bwana Devil and then only to emphasize some particular action, as when an African warrior throws his spear directly towards the camera.”

Despite the fact that the promotional one-sheet poster for Bwana Devil touted “A Lion in Your Lap” and “A Lover in Your Arms,” Oboler attempted to make a restrained use of convergence for off-the-screen effects. In an article for the 1953 Film Daily Yearbook titled “Three-Dementia: Stereo Pictures Must Become More than a Circus Novelty,” Oboler foresaw that “everything will be leaping madly off the screen. This is a great temptation in making a three dimensional picture, having objects, from bosoms to zombies, sticking out of the screen into space.”

Oboler characterized the use of 3-D for such spectacle as a “false path. False because if audiences begin to look upon three dimensional pictures simply as a circus, the law of diminishing returns can quickly catch up with the entire advance.” Oboler advised that such excitement should not be completely deleted from 3-D movies, but emphasized that “there is a great danger in overdoing the spectacular.” The best three dimension, Oboler proposed, “as ideally used, then is a frame through which the audience looks into reality”; having “objects poking through the frame of the screen in a distorted manner, is a special effects touch to be used with discretion.”

The public was unconcerned with Oboler’s stereo discretion. Despite the director’s attempts at the tasteful use of 3-D, Bwana Devil was savaged by the critics while the public flocked to see it. “Bwana Devil is the most conspicuous and outstanding movie of the moment, not because of story or performance, but because of its importance as an innovation in technical production,” wrote a reviewer at Film Daily. It was “a novelty all of which adds up to cash at the box office, and a promise of renewed interest in movie going.” A reviewer at Home Movies magazine was highly critical of the stereo cinematography. “Overall sharpness was not present in anything but the longest of long shots. The cameraman got a little too cute (for our liking) when he persisted in using large masses in the foreground in order to heighten the stereo effect. To sum up, very few shots were good, many were terrible, and the whole thing felt (to this viewer) as if we were seeing the film through a wet glass sheet. The picture was a flop in our books and we think that Obler [sic] had better pull up his socks.”

3-D Explosion

Life magazine wasn’t the only one to compare the 3-D frenzy in Hollywood to the flash of an atomic bomb. With an article titled “3-D—Past, Present, Future” in the 1953 Film Daily Yearbook, Vera Berch Gunzburg, executive vice president of the Natural Vision Corporation and wife of Milton Gunzburg, wrote, “The atom bomb of 3-D having exploded over the entire motion picture industry, its far reaching effects are now being analyzed by every production, exhibition and distribution company in the business.”

In her article, Gunzburg noted that the Natural Vision Corporation was the exclusive worldwide distributor of Polaroid viewers for use with 3-D movies, and she pointed out that the Polaroid Corporation had “recently increased its production program” and was “capable of amply supplying the demands of exhibitors and distributors.” Paying 6.7 cents each for the Polaroid 3-D glasses, Natural Vision sold them to exhibitors for ten cents each. Polaroid stock rose 30 percent within a few short weeks of release of Bwana Devil.

Natural Vision also put together a separate Theater Equipment Corporation to supply exhibitors with stereoscopic production technology and silver screens. Gunzburg noted that the Motion Picture Research Council described the Natural Vision equipment package as “the best.” “We utilized the 5,500-foot reels and magazines manufactured by the Wenzel Projector Co. of Chicago. Our technicians worked out the adaptation of the Selsyn motors for an electrical interlock. The same goes for the use of the Static- master brush, and the blower fans to cool the Polaroid filters.” For stereo projection of 3D movies, the two projectors in the booth, typically used for changeover to run five reels of film alternately and continuously, were electrically interlocked to run in sync with each other. This meant that an intermission was necessary during projection of a 3-D movie to mount the left and right eye reels, each one of which ran sixty minutes, on the two separate projectors. As a result, most 3-D features ran no longer than ninety minutes.

Gunzburg observed that some of the 3-D projection equipment for the movie theaters was “in short supply. But the supply is meeting the demand. Booths are being equipped for a maximum of $750. Screens from Walker American are being shipped all over America.” Gunzburg stated, “No picture has been held up for lack of Polaroid viewers that were ordered in time and confirmed by us.”

So great was the demand for Polaroid viewers that the Polaroid Corpor ation may have subcontracted production of the glasses. A January 1954 article in Coronet magazine titled “Three-D’s Millionaire” relates How a scientist in Cincinnati, John F. Dreyer, was approached by Arch Oboler in 1953 with a request for the manufacture of 50,000,000 3-D viewers.” Dreyer called his polarizing material Polacoat, and in March 1953, Dreyer began to run his machines eighteen hours a day, seven days a week, to coat plastic lenses and make 3-D glasses to meet the demand from the theaters.

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My father came from the tradition of spare the rod spoil the child. There was little chance of my being spoiled.

I knew that if I struck him I would become the thing I hated. I was determined to end his beatings without striking him. I tried everything I could think of. Nothing worked.

Then, at 13, I read Bram Stoker’s DRACULA for the first time. The following passage rang a bell loud and clear:

From DRACULA by Bram Stoker: DR. SEWARD’S DIARY-CONT.

22 September.—It is all over. Arthur has gone back to Ring, and has taken Quincey Morris with him. What a fine fellow is Quincey! I believe in my heart of hearts that he
suffered as much about Lucy’s death as any of us, but he bore himself through it like a moral Viking. If America can go on breeding men like that, she will be a power in the
world indeed. Van Helsing is lying down, having a rest preparatory to his journey. He goes to Amsterdam tonight, but says he returns tomorrow night, that he only wants to make
some arrangements which can only be made personally. He is to stop with me then, if he can. He says he has work to do in London which may take him some time. Poor old fellow! I fear that the strain of the past week has broken down even his iron strength. All the time of the burial he was, I could see, putting some terrible restraint on himself. When it was all over, we were standing beside Arthur, who, poor fellow, was speaking of his part in the operation where his blood had been transfused to his Lucy’s veins. I could see Van
Helsing’s face grow white and purple by turns. Arthur was saying that he felt since then as if they two had been really married, and that she was his wife in the sight of God. None
of us said a word of the other operations, and none of us ever shall. Arthur and Quincey went away together to the station, and Van Helsing and I came on here. The moment we were alone in the carriage he gave way to a regular fit of hysterics. He has denied to me since that it was hysterics, and insisted that it was only his sense of humor asserting it
self under very terrible conditions. He laughed till he cried, and I had to draw down the blinds lest any one should see us and misjudge. And then he cried, till he laughed again,
and laughed and cried together, just as a woman does. I tried to be stern with him, as one is to a woman under the circumstances, but it had no effect. Men and women are so different in manifestations of nervous strength or weakness! Then when his face grew grave and stern again I asked him why his mirth, and why at such a time. His reply was
in a way characteristic of him, for it was logical and forceful and mysterious. He said,‘Ah, you don’t comprehend, friend John. Do not think that I am not sad, though I laugh. See, I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same. Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, ‘May I come in?’ is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, ‘I am here.’ Behold, in example I grieve my heart out for that so sweet young girl. I give my blood for her, though I am old and worn. I give my time, my skill, my sleep. I let my other sufferers want that she may have all. And yet I can laugh at her very grave, laugh when the clay from the spade of the sexton drop upon her coffin and say ‘Thud, thud!’ to my heart, till it send back the blood from my cheek. My heart bleed for that poor boy, that dear boy, so of the age of mine own boy had I been so blessed that he live, and with his hair and eyes the same.

‘There, you know now why I love him so. And yet when he say things that touch my husband-heart to the quick, and make my father-heart yearn to him as to no other man, not even you, friend John, for we are more level in experiences than father and son, yet even at such a moment King Laugh he come to me and shout and bellow in my ear,‘Here I am! Here I am!’ till the blood come dance back and bring some of the sunshine that he carry with him to my cheek. Oh, friend John, it is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles. And yet when King Laugh come, he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall, all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him. And believe me, friend John, that he is good to come, and kind. Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us different ways. Then tears come, and like the rain on the ropes, they brace us up, until perhaps the strain become too
great, and we break. But King Laugh he come like the sunshine, and he ease off the strain again, and we bear to go on with our labor, what it may be.’

I did not like to wound him by pretending not to see his idea, but as I did not yet understand the cause of his laughter, I asked him. As he answered me his face grew stern, and
he said in quite a different tone,‘Oh, it was the grim irony of it all, this so lovely lady garlanded with flowers, that looked so fair as life, till one by one we wondered if she were truly dead, she laid in that so fine marble house in that lonely churchyard, where rest so many of her kin, laid there with the mother who loved her, and whom she loved, and thatsacred bell going ‘Toll! Toll! Toll!’ so sad and slow, and those holy men, with the white garments of the angel, pretending to read books, and yet all the time their eyes never on the page, and all of us with the bowed head. And all for what? She is dead, so! Is it not?’

‘Well, for the life of me, Professor,’ I said, ‘I can’t see anything to laugh at in all that. Why, your expression makes it a harder puzzle than before. But even if the burial service was
comic, what about poor Art and his trouble? Why his heart was simply breaking.’

‘Just so. Said he not that the transfusion of his blood to her veins had made her truly his bride?’

‘Yes, and it was a sweet and comforting idea for him.’

‘Quite so. But there was a difficulty, friend John. If so that, then what about the others? Ho, ho! Then this so sweet maid is a polyandrist, and me, with my poor wife dead to me, but alive by Church’s law, though no wits, all gone, even I, who am faithful husband to this now-no-wife, am bigamist.’

‘I don’t see where the joke comes in there either!’ I said, and I did not feel particularly pleased with him for saying such things. He laid his hand on my arm, and said,

‘Friend John, forgive me if I pain. I showed not my feeling to others when it would wound, but only to you, my old friend, whom I can trust. If you could have looked into my
heart then when I want to laugh, if you could have done so when the laugh arrived, if you could do so now, when King Laugh have pack up his crown, and all that is to him, for he
go far, far away from me, and for a long, long time, maybe you would perhaps pity me the most of all.’

I was touched by the tenderness of his tone, and asked why.

‘Because I know!’

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After reading it I got the idea into my head that if I started to laugh I would feel no pain.

I engineered the biggest beating my poor father ever gave me.

He put me over his knee. Just before his hand hit my butt I started to laugh. The harder he beat the harder I laughed. He beat and beat and beat and beat until, exhausted, he could beat no more.

I had felt no pain. I had not a mark on my body.

More importantly, he never touched me again.

I had beaten him completely and thoroughly without striking him.

From AN OPEN LETTER TO SURREALISTS EVERYWHERE by Henry Miller.

“…When at last each man realizes that nothing is to be expected from God, or society, or friends, or benevolent tyrants, or democratic governments, or saints, or saviours, or even that holiest of holies, education, when each man realizes that he must work with his own hands to save himself, and that we need expect no mercy, perhaps then…Perhaps! Even then, seeing what manner of men we are, I doubt. The point is that we are doomed…No God is coming to save us. No system of government, no belief will provide us with that liberty and justice which men whistle for with the death-rattle….What distinguishes the majority of men from the few is their inability to act according to their beliefs. The hero is he who raises himself above the crowd…To get men to rally round a cause, a belief, an idea, is always easier that to persuade them to live their own lives.

“The role the artist plays in society is to revive the primitive, anarchic instincts which have been sacrificed for the illusion of living in comfort…

‘”I came not to bring peace, but a sword!’ said the great humanitarian. That is not the utterance of a militarist, nor is it the utterance of a pacifist; it is the utterance of one of the greatest artists who ever lived. If his words mean anything they mean that the struggle for life, for more life, must be carried on day by day. It means that life itself is struggle, perpetual struggle. This sounds almost banal, and in fact it has become banal, thanks to the frog-like perspective of Darwin…

“For my part, I will say that whatever else I may want, I know I don’t want work. To live as an artist I stopped work some ten or twelve years ago…Naturally I was not paid to stop work and live as an artist…if one chooses to live his life in his own way he must pay the penalty…I need no leader and no god. I am my own leader and my own god. I make my own bibles. I believe in myself-that is my whole credo.”

For almost the past twenty years I have been taking a beating.

It began when two fellows who lived here came home to tell me they had been fired for refusing to tear down my posters.

They worked for a man whose business is posting flyers. The month previously he could not pay them. As a result they could not pay their rent. Neither could they eat. I carried them. When they finally got paid they were told to tear down my flyers.

The famous excuse for brutality and cowardice is, “I was acting under orders.”

These men were neither brutes nor cowards. For that they paid, as we all do, a price.

Since that long ago day the man who fired them has done everything in his power to destroy me.

The flyers for my programs are not only torn down, they are also torn up and pasted in clumps behind the ones he is paid to post.

He posts flyers stating that I am a pedophile. He posts flyers stating that I am showing kiddie porn.

The authorities tell me they are powerless.

Many in the media say I am crazy and that no one cares about what this man is doing.

I posted that bit from Henry Miller for a purpose: “...When at last each man realizes that nothing is to be expected from God, or society, or friends, or benevolent tyrants, or democratic governments, or saints, or saviours, or even that holiest of holies, education, when each man realizes that he must work with his own hands to save himself, and that we need expect no mercy, perhaps then..”

This is not to say that there have not been people who have done what they can to help. There have. There continue to be.

They, however, are in the minority. They are always in the minority.

The majority always turn a deaf ear.

I come home to discover messages of hate on my telephone.

Yet this man, despite his worst efforts, has not been able to harm me.

Last spring he launched a campaign so poisonous that some of those he paid to post the material actually quit working for him. When I met them on the street they apologized for having believed the hate the man spewed.

I don’t laugh at him. He is a pathetic creature with no moral compass.

After the big fire on Queen Street West he sifted through the ashes for bicycle parts from Duke Cycle. Told the parts were unsafe due to fire damage, he used them anyway.

Nor do I laugh at the civil servants who empower the man by refusing to take action against him. God knows they were swift enough to take action on his complaints against myself.

My strength comes from knowing that Henry Miller is right. Nothing is to be expected from God, or society, or friends, or benevolent tyrants, or democratic governments, or saints, or saviours, or even that holiest of holies, education, when each man realizes that he must work with his own hands to save himself, and that we need expect no mercy, perhaps then..

We do not know what we are made of until we find our self in the furnace.

I do not look for excuses. When I see a need to help I help.

Nor am I laughing at the journalists who are quick to feed in a media frenzy over the latest public target while remaining silent when informed that my attacker not only repeatedly sexually assaulted a fourteen year old girl (according to those who worked with) but also had himself filmed doing it. Won’t sell any papers with that story.

When I saw him use street flyers to try to get a fellow who had worked for him murdered I acted. Most people told me there was nothing they could do. Journalists said, “My editor is not interested.” The Councillor for this Ward stayed silent (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=an6wuSoPjlc).

One woman in former Mayor David Miller’s office acted. She brought the police in to halt the campaign.

Thwarted in his desire to destroy Terry the man focused on me.

That’s fine. Unlike Terry and the others he has targeted I am strong enough to stand alone.

Why am I writing this if I am strong enough to stand alone?

Because the day may come when one or two who read this find themselves being targeted as I am being targeted.

I want you to know that those who should act will not act. I want you to know this so that you do not wear yourself out with anger because so many say, “There is nothing I can do.”

There is always something that can be done but truth be told cowards have always outnumbered heroes.

The coward hides in the crowd.

The hero stands alone.Hepburn

Standing alone, however, we discover we are standing in damn fine company.

 

Monday thru Wednesday, December 1 thru 31;

7pm: “LITTLE MIRACLES” A Talk By Reg Hartt.

9pm: Reg Hartt Presents THE TOP TEN CARTOONS WE CAN’T SEE UNCUT ON TV Plus FIVE WE CAN’T SEE AT ALL

Thursday, December 4, 11, 18,

7pm: LON CHANEY FILM FESTIVAL

Saturday, December 13.

7pm: FILMS BY NEW FILM MAKERS DANIEL SHEAHAN and JASON HAMMOND.

9pm: LIVE CONCERT: CHYPS.

Sunday, December 7, 14, 21, 28.

5pm: ALICE IN WONDERLAND (1954) to the music of PINK FLOYD’S THE WALL.

7pm: THE WIZARD OF OZ (1939) to the music of PINK FLOYD’S DARK SIDE OF THE MOON.

9pm: KID DRACULA [NOSFERATU (1922) to music from RADIOHEAD’S KID and OK COMPUTER).ALICE IN THE WALL Charlie Chaplin DARKSIDE OF OZ KID DRACULA LITTLE MIRACLES Lon Chaney UNCUT CARTOONS

Standing Up For Free Speech

Last week each day  I went out with flyers for my programs I found them destroyed the next day. Friday I found the ones destroyed I had put up on Thursday. Saturday I found the ones destroyed I had put up on Friday. Sunday I found the ones destroyed I had put up on Saturday. In their place I found posters placed by a man who has been bringing harm to others and to myself for nearly twenty years (http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/toronto/toronto-alternative-theatre-founder-stands-up-to-bullying-threats/article549053/). I also found posters put up that attack me personally.

If you think our elected officials care about you, I have news. They do not. Never have. Never will. Oh, now and then one stands up for us. When s/he does they quickly get shot done.

THE SUPREME COURT OF CANADA defended street postering as freedom of speech for the poor. The poor can’t afford to pay for protection.

I am going out again this week with more posters. Again they will be destroyed. If you put up posters for a yard sale, a special event, a concert or any thing else that you might want to do they will be destroyed as well.

This man also puts up posters for his used bicycles. They say: POLICE AUCTION BIKES. People think the bikes are being sold by the police. Actually, only the frames come from the police. The parts come from everywhere including the ashes of the big fire that destroyed Duke’s Cycles on Queen West. Dr. Jamie  6 Dr. Jamie  8 Dr. Jamie  7 Dr. Jamie  5 Dr. Jamie  4 Dr. Jamie  3 Dr. Jamie  2 Dr. Jamie  1You can read these posts on the web from people who made the mistake of buying them.

People say I am crazy because I stand up against this man. I know they are crazy not to. In the meantime each of us has a City Councillor, a Mayor, an MPP, an MP, and a Prime Minister who says they stand up for us. Write them. Yell them if it is time they showed it. This is not about my posters. It is about our right to Freedom Of Speech. If we do not defend it we will lose it.

 

In his flyer Dr. Jamie says that he will destroy all posters not put up by himself. Want your posters to stay up? Pay him for  "protection." Who is he protecting us from? From himself.

In his flyer Dr. Jamie says that he will destroy all posters not put up by himself. Want your posters to stay up? Pay him for
“protection.” Who is he protecting us from? From himself.

 

This racist poster went up during Caribana. It was mixed with Reg Hartt`s flyers to make it look like Reg had posted them. Thousands were posted. The intent was to get an angry Black man to commit murder.

This racist poster went up during Caribana. It was mixed with Reg Hartt`s flyers to make it look like Reg had posted them. Thousands were posted. The intent was to get an angry Black man to commit murder.

This poster was an attempt to get a drug dealer to send a hit man here. One did come. He left when he saw this is bullshit. Drug dealers are not stupid.

This poster was an attempt to get a drug dealer to send a hit man here. One did come. He left when he saw this is bullshit. Drug dealers are not stupid.

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This is James Gillis aka Dr. Jamie. He is a real piece of...

This is James Gillis aka Dr. Jamie. He is a real piece of…

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Aboriginal Rights: Science Versus Faith

Mark 16:9-18J.B. Phillips New Testament (PHILLIPS)

 

9-11 When Jesus rose early on that first day of the week, he appeared first of all to Mary of Magdala, from whom he had driven out seven evil spirits. And she went and reported this to his sorrowing and weeping followers. They heard her say that he was alive and that she had seen him, but they did not believe it.

12-14 Later, he appeared in a different form to two of them who were out walking, as they were on their way to the country. These two came back and told the others, but they did not believe them either. Still later he appeared to the eleven themselves as they were sitting at table and reproached them for their lack of faith, and reluctance to believe those who had seen him after he had risen.

15-18 Then he said to them, “You must go out to the whole world and proclaim the Gospel to every creature. He who believes it and is baptised will be saved, but he who disbelieves it will be condemned. These signs will follow those who do believe: they will drive out evil spirits in my name; they will speak with new tongues; they will pick up snakes, and if they drink anything poisonous it will do them no harm; they will lay their hands upon the sick and they will recover.”

Jesus did not say, as so many modern “faith healers” say, “I have healed you.” He said, “Your faith has made you whole.”

There is a difference and it is a big one.

This week in Ontario, Canada a judge upheld the right of a native woman to refuse chemotherapy for her eleven year old daughter. Instead, to the outrage of just about everyone in the media, the mother has turned to native medicine.

I once read an interview with medical missionary to Africa Dr. Albert Schweitzer was told by the journalist, “It is good that you are offering an alternative to the primitive medicines of these jungle witch doctors.”

Schweitzer replied, “There is no difference between myself and them. We are both doing everything in our power to convince our patient that they have the gift within themselves to heal themselves of the worst the world can throw at them. If we can do that they will live. If we can not, they will die.”

I am very close to this story. The family in question are my friends. The girl’s brother (who is transgendered) lives with me. S/he came for a program.  S/he was the only person here that night. We talked. It transpired that he had been in an abusive relationship and was homeless. That homelessness ended that night.

I don’t go to church. The ones I did go to let me know clearly I am not welcome.

My church is found under the sun and the stars. It is big enough that there is room in it for everyone.

John 10:16J.B. Phillips New Testament (PHILLIPS)

16-18 “And I have other sheep who do not belong to this fold. I must lead these also, and they will hear my voice. So there will be one flock and one shepherd. This is the reason why the Father loves me—that I lay down my life, and I lay it down to take it up again! No one is taking it from me, but I lay it down of my own free will. I have the power to lay it down and I have the power to take it up again. This is an order that I have received from my Father.”

Too long those who say that only by joining THEIR church will we be saved have turned a blind eye and deaf ear to those sheep which do not belong to this fold.

A story about science versus faith:

I had a beautiful dog which I had raised from birth. I treated him as my friend, my equal. People said to me, “You raise good dogs.” “I treat him just like a person,” I would reply. Then when they got all sweet and syrupy I said, “But I treat people like dogs.” 100% of the time the person snarled at me. Doing that they showed me how they would treat a dog.

I came home one day to find my fellow unable to swallow his food. I took him to the vet. The vet had him for two weeks. He ran tests. He told me that the muscles in my dog’s esophagus had gone lax which is why he could not swallow. The vet advised me to put my fellow down but added that if I wanted a second opinion I could take him to the vet hospital in Guelph, Ontario. I did. Two more weeks passed. When I returned my dog had lost an awful lot of weight. He was skin and bones. “No dog in this country has survived with what he has,” said the specialist.

I asked, “What about outside the country?”

He replied, “Two in The United States did.”

I said, “Then one in Canada will.”

One in Canada did.

Science has its merits. There is however no medicine greater than the power of faith.

Let those who scoff scoff.

My Faith is greater than this world’s science.

I worship the Creator not by going into a building one day a week for one hour but by every day helping those others pass by.

In David Mamet’s book on film making, BAMBI VS. GODZILLA, I found these words: “Preach Christ constantly. Use words if you must.”

I am with Mamet.

I am also with the family of this child.

–Reg Hartt, 16/11/2014.

Matthew 25:31-46J.B. Phillips New Testament (PHILLIPS)

The final judgment

31-33 “But when the Son of Man comes in his splendour with all his angels with him, then he will take his seat on his glorious throne. All the nations will be assembled before him and he will separate men from each other like a shepherd separating sheep from goats. He will place the sheep on his right hand and the goats on his left.

34-36 “Then the king will say to those on his right ‘Come, you who have won my Father’s blessing! Take your inheritance—the kingdom reserved for you since the foundation of the world! For I was hungry and you gave me food. I was thirsty and you gave me a drink. I was lonely and you made me welcome. I was naked and you clothed me. I was ill and you came and looked after me. I was in prison and you came to see me there.”

37-39 “Then the true men will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and give you food? When did we see you thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you lonely and make you welcome, or see you naked and clothe you, or see you ill or in prison and go to see you?’

40 “And the king will reply, ‘I assure you that whatever you did for the humblest of my brothers you did for me.’

41-43 “Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Out of my presence, cursed as you are, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels! For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat. I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink. I was lonely and you never made me welcome. When I was naked you did nothing to clothe me; when I was sick and in prison you never cared about me.’

44 “Then they too will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we ever see you hungry, or thirsty, or lonely, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and fail to look after you?’

45 “Then the king will answer them with these words, ‘I assure you that whatever you failed to do to the humblest of my brothers you failed to do to me.’

46 “And these will go off to eternal punishment, but the true men to eternal life.”

P.S. If the priest or minister you follow can’t help the sick you have the wrong priest or minister. Get the Hell out of his house.

These signs will follow those who do believe: they will drive out evil spirits in my name; they will speak with new tongues; they will pick up snakes, and if they drink anything poisonous it will do them no harm; they will lay their hands upon the sick and they will recover.”