Thursday, May 15, 2008
POPE DIGS EBEs THE MOST
Elf Hellion sent over the following, and it makes me very happy that the Catholic church is okay with aliens. But I worry somewhat that an underlying motive might be that the greys do kind of resemble a fetus.
"VATICAN CITY -- The Vatican's chief astronomer says that believing in aliens does not contradict faith in God. The Rev. Jose Gabriel Funes, the Jesuit director of the Vatican Observatory, says that the vastness of the universe means it is possible there could be other forms of life outside Earth, even intelligent ones. In an interview published Tuesday by Vatican newspaper L'Osservatore Romano, Funes says that such a notion "doesn't contradict our faith" because aliens would still be God's creatures." (For the full story)
The secret word is Indulgence
GODDAMNED POLITICS
But Bob said nothing.
And if you’re wondering why Doc40 hasn’t joined the Democratic primary fray, it’s because the total saturation of the news media is becoming, to say the very least, fucking tired. I just wish it was January 2009, Barack Obama was being inaugurated, and George Bush indicted.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
ON HER MAJESTY'S OCCULT SERVICE
This is a book. Buy it!
In the Renquist Quartet – my four-novel cycle centered around the character Victor Renquist, the debonair, erudite, thousand year-old vampire – I made numerous references to how Renquist, at various times in his long nosferatu existence, hired on with the occult divisions of a number of intelligence agencies, from the sixteenth century creation of Queen Elizabeth I’s spymaster Sir Francis Walsingham to a World War II group formed by Winston Churchill to mess with Adolf Hitler and the Nazis’ Aryan paranormality. All of this came from my own fevered imagination (plus maybe a bit of borrowing from Dennis Wheatley) but now I discover that there are folk out there who make a serious historical case for it all being real. (Except, of course, for the dark eminence of Renquist.) All of which makes me all the more determined to delve into an investigation of morphogenetic fields (see yesterday) or, at least, pseudo- morphogenetic fields.
The secret word is Cryptoid
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
THAT OLD MORPHIC RESONANCE
“Morphic resonance is a term coined by Rupert Sheldrake in his 1981 book A New Science of Life. He uses the expression to refer to what he thinks is "the basis of memory in nature....the idea of mysterious telepathy-type interconnections between organisms and of collective memories within species."Sheldrake has been trained in 20th century scientific models--he has a Ph.D. in biochemistry from Cambridge University (1967)--but he prefers Goethe and 19th century vitalism. Sheldrake prefers teleological to mechanistic models of reality. Rather than apply his scientific knowledge and training to, say, trying to develop a way to increasecrop yields or a way to heal the sick, he prefers to study and think in terms outside of the paradigms of science and inside the paradigms of the occult and the paranormal. One of his books is entitled Dogs That Know When Their Owners Are Coming Home: And Other Unexplained Powers of Animals. One of his studies is on whether people can tellwhen someone is staring at them. (He says they can; others have been unable to duplicate his results.*) Another tests the telepathic powers of a parrot. He prefers a romantic vision of the past to the bleak picture of a world run by technocrats who want to control nature and destroy much of the environment in the process. In short, he prefers metaphysics to science, though he seems to think he can do the former but call it the latter. Perhaps it would be fairer to say that he sees no borderline between science and metaphysics.'Morphic resonance' (MR) is put forth as if it were an empirical term, but it is no more empirical than L. Ron Hubbard's 'engram', the alleged source of all mental and physical illness. The term is more on par with the Stoic's notion of the logos. Bergson's notion of the élan vital, or Plato's notion of the eidos than it is with any scientific notion of the laws of nature. What the rest of the scientific world terms lawfulness--the tendency of things to follow patterns we call laws of nature--Sheldrake calls morphic resonance. He describes it as a kind of memory in things determined not by their inherent natures,but by repetition. He also describes MR as something which is transmitted via "morphogenetic fields." This gives him a conceptual framework wherein information is transmitted mysteriously and miraculously through any amount of space and time without loss of energy, and presumably without loss or change of content through something like mutation in DNA replication. Thus, room is made for psychical as well as physical transmission of information. Thus, it is not at all necessary for us to assume that the physical characteristics of organisms are contained inside the genes, which may in fact be analogous to transistors tuned in to the proper frequencies for translating invisible information into visible form. Thus, morphogenetic fields are located invisibly in and around organisms, and may account for such hitherto unexplainable phenomena as theregeneration of severed limbs by worms and salamanders, phantom limbs, the holographic properties of memory, telepathy, and the increasing ease with which new skills are learned as greater quantities of a population acquire them.*While this metaphysical proposition does seem to make room for telepathy, it does so at the expense of ignoring Occam's razor. Telepathy and such things as phantom limbs, for example, can be explained without adding the metaphysical baggage of morphicresonance. So can memory, which does not require a holographic paradigm, by the way. The notion that new skills are learned with increasing ease as greater quantities of a population acquire them, known as the hundredth monkey phenomenon, is bogus.In short, although Sheldrake commands some respect as a scientist because of his education and degree, he has clearly abandoned conventional science in favor of magical thinking. This is his right, of course. However, his continued pose as a scientist on the frontier of discovery is unwarranted. He is one of a growing horde of "alternative" scientists whose resentment at the aspiritual nature of modern scientific paradigms, as well as the obviously harmful and seemingly indifferent applications of modern science, have led them to seek their own paradigms in ancient and long-abandoned concepts. These paradigms are not new, though the terminology is. These alternative paradigms allow for angels, telepathy, psychic dogs, alternative realities, and hope for a future world where we all live in harmony and love, surrounded by blissful neighbors who never heard of biological warfare, nuclear bombs, or genetically engineered corn on the cob.”
The above was sent by Elf Hellion and, while still digesting most it, an idea threatens to take form in the swirling mist that this could be a factor in one hell of a monster creative adventure if one could tap into a "morphogenetic field", or even synthesize one, mayhap? Keep watching this quadrant of the skies. We have nothing to lose but our brains.
The secret word is Kinesis
THE FINAL WORD?
“I have had quite enough of all this nonsense about lipstick in space. There is only one place for lipstick.”
Monday, May 12, 2008
BACK IN THE GROVE, BACK IN THE DAY
A few years ago, I started working on a compilation CD project that was intended to showcase the best and most bestial bands that came out of my old neighborhood – London’s notorious Ladbroke Grove – during its pre-gentrification heyday between the psychedelic late 1960s and the punk rock of the late 1970s. Sadly, before the collection could be completed, my contact at Sanctuary moved on and the idea was shelved. I thought that was the end of one more cunning scheme that never quite took flight, but, as luck would have it, our old pal Nigel Cross breathed new life into the concept, and it has now come to fruition in the form of a double CD titled Cries from the Midnight Circus – Ladbroke Grove 1967-78, and includes tracks by, among others, the Pink Fairies, Hawkwind, the Pretty Things, Sam Gopal, Mick Farren and the Deviants, Tomorrow, Motorhead, Mighty Baby, High Tide, the Action and Misunderstood, Steamhammer, Cochise, Bob Calvert, the redoubtable Michael Moorcock, and many, many more.
A glowing review can be found on Phil McMullen’s Terrascope Online – plus a link to Nigel’s excellent booklet notes – and, if that wasn’t enough, Nigel emailed me that the 2CD set had been nominated for best compilation album for the 2008 Mojo Awards. Ain’t we the business?
And while we’re all stroking our egos, Suzy from Bomp forwarded the following from a character called Snogsdog. “It was when I heard Mick Farren /Deviants /Fairies /Kim Fowley, etc [late 70's] when I was around 12 -14 years old that I realized that I wasn't alone on this rock in space anymore...and that's the truth...so I always owe a million thanks especially to Mick for that..."
The secret word is Smug
Friday, May 09, 2008
DOC'S PAPERBACK CLASSIC'S # 42
The following commentary about Borders -- the US uber-bookstore -- came from our good friend Alan Beatts, who, along with Jude Feldman, owns and operates Borderlands Books, a truly fine specialist bookstore in San Francisco. Extracted from his monthly newsletter, it’s kinda long, but it's crucial information for all who read and write books, and will have a major impact on how the latter will sell their work to the former.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
DON'T FUCK WITH FRANK ZAPPA (#5 in a series)
What’s the ugliest part of your body?
Some say you nose,
Some say your toes,
But I think it’s your mind."
Meanwhile, Doug the Bass send over this gem from The Baltimore Sun. Seems like the good folk of Baltimore can’t make up their minds if the city should have its own a statue of Frank Zappa, and the Sun are holding an online referendum. Vote Now. Vote often.
Monday, May 05, 2008
MEANWHILE, BACK AMONG THE CYLONS

“We definitely don’t wear lipstick. We leave that to the skinjobs.”
Aeswiren sent us the following rumination before I took my recent enforced break…
"Thinking about the Cylons etc. and your growing preference for them v the humans of the Twelve Colonies etc. ...The persistent fear and loathing of robots is one of those interestinglittle windows into the human mind, yeah? Think of positive robot stories. I Robot in print, Robbie in Forbidden Planet, the "good" artificial person played by Lance Henrikson in Aliens, Data in Trek "Generation," some other books from here and there....And then the negative ones-- overwhelming numbers... Terminators,Cylons, inexplicable giant alien machinery, e.g. Kronos (1957)-- fucked up human-mades like Hal, or Ash, the "bad" artificial person in Alien-- it's endless. H'wood even reversed Asimov's entire concept to let Will Smith do battle with evil minded machinery.Is this perverse Luddism? We hate and fear the machines, even as they make our lives more comfie? Or is it a deeper fear of being replaced?AI-- Spielberg's yawnfest, circled around this stuff, but then veered down his canyon of sentimentality into total tedium. Neuromancerworked the territory, but Gibson is always too clever to actually take sides. T2 & 3 offered a little nuance on the subject-- some machines might be reprogrammed to save us rather than exterminate us.But the core emotion, the primary color, is that we know in our gut that they will do that. Exterminate us. Or sideline us and take control of the Earth, or whatever's left of it. Or, if by some miracle we've actually done the right thing and moved out into the Solar system,they'll wage war on us to take that over.Glossing over the problem of machine intelligence becomingself-willed-- which may be possible, but then again, may not-- aren't we confronting the basic duality of human social existence, here?We love ourselves-- officially. Human self-glorification sells stuff galore.But we hate ourselves-- for our selfish, ugly, fucked up, worthless,weak stupidity.And even as we celebrate human accomplishments we're aware that we're eating the world down to the pips, that we're as superstitious and ignorant as mediaeval peasants, and if we did produce a bunch of Cylons they would just be so much better than us, so much more in control of their hungers, their needs and desires, that they would fucking well deserve to replace us. Yeah?"
Sunday, May 04, 2008
DON'T FUCK WITH TOM DUNSON (#3 in a series)
THE CONTINUING QUESTION OF LIPSTICK IN SPACE
“All I wear in space is lipstick, pasties, a bubble helmet, and a plastic bag.” (Send by Valerie against her better judgment.
Saturday, May 03, 2008
IS NOTHING SACRED? #2
Last week he had the dubious sex movies of Marilyn Monroe supposedly blowing some unseen male – possibly a dead Kennedy. This week we have "Jimi Hendrix: The Sex Tape." At least the alleged Marilyn video was supposed being kept under wraps and away from the public. The Hendrix sex tape, on the other hand, is being marketed by porn giant Vivid Entertainment. Obvious doubts have been raised as to whether this really in Jimi en flagrante or some piece of fakery. The expert witnesses called in were Pamela Des Barres and Cynthia Plastercaster, both who vouch for the clips authenticity. Click for the whole story.
According to legend Elvis Presley acquired himself a video cam just before his death and taped every thing that squirmed, writhed or whimpered. Will this be the next to emerge?
The secret word is Tiretracks
Thursday, May 01, 2008
A FORTUITOUS SUICIDE?
As the news filters out about how “DC Madame” Deborah Jeane Palfrey hung herself at her mom’s house in Florida, I can’t stop the nagging doubt. Is this shit on the level? Okay so I’m a paranoid cynic with an unhealthy love for a good conspiracy, and yes, she was facing horrendous hard jail time, but her own reported words have an ominous ring. At various time Palfrey has repeated…
"If taken into custody, my physical safety and most probably my very life would be jeopardized, rape, beating, maiming, disfigurement and more than likely murder disguised in the form of just another jailhouse accident or suicide would await me," And on another occasion, "No I'm not planning to commit suicide," and she added that she was “at risk of being killed and that authorities would make it look like suicide. If she was found dead it would be murder." "I'm planning on going into court and defending myself vigorously and exposing the government,"
The secret word is Decriminalize
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
DON'T FUCK WITH BLACK TRIANGLES (#2 in a series)
AND THIS FOOL WANTS TO RACHET UP THE DRUG WAR
British Prime Minister Gordon Brown has decided he wants to "send a message" to youngsters that smoking reefer "unacceptable". Previously Cannabis was downgraded to class C drug in the UK which made possession largely a non-arrestable offence. This, however, isn’t good enough for Brown, he claims he’s worried about the "more lethal" (lethal????) use of skunk - a strong form of the drug. Click for the full story. (Thanks Ed.)
The secret word is Dope
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
MY WHITE BICYCLE
It was, of course, a tune by the 1960’s band Tomorrow (for whom the dubious Twink played drums) but, much more important it was a scheme of the Dutch Provos by which white bicycles were left all over the city and were free for anyone to use, and then, having taken to the free ride, to leave for the next person needing no-cost transport. Sadly it was one of those great counter culture ideas that faded with the 1970s – and was also beset by an odd geographic entropy whereby the bicycles seemed to ultimately wind up in the outer suburbs of Amsterdam and have to be rounded up with great trouble and expense, which was hardly the original idea. The idea has, however, been resurrected in a number of European cities, and is proving particularly successful in Paris. Munz has sent a full report.
The secret word is Pedal
Monday, April 28, 2008
WHEN THE FOOD RUNS OUT
I still have not martialed my thoughts about the world wide food riots. All I can say is that it’s just another scene from the science fiction movie I have seen over and over. I also find it hard to not fly into a rage when I read that one of the multiple causes of the crisis – aside from the bloody oil barons and their controlling sheiks – is the corn to ethanol boondoggle in which more than a quarter of the last crop cycle was eaten up by this ineffective and criminally wasteful piece of greed. And this is not even to take into account endemic Western obesity. For relevant details read Daily Kos
The secret word is Larceny
"LIFE IS HELL AFTER ALL"
Our good friend Yukiko writes…
“Mishima wrote that the truth lies not in the sultry end of a mystic labyrinth sailing up a tropical river, but on a very plain surface of a dry hot rock under the sheer sunlight. The basic idea of the Buddhism is that life is hell after all, so, with the concept we can get along with anything. People live with their own sadness.”
Edward Lorenz, (Father of Chaos Theory) – RIP
Sunday, April 27, 2008
DOC BACK -- FANS DELIGHTED
The secret word is Overjoyed
NOTHING IS TOTALLY 100% ALL BAD
FREE BOB DYLAN
Friday, April 25, 2008
DON'T FUCK WITH TOMMY UDO (#1 in a series)
“I'm askin' ya, where's that squealin' son of yours? [weird laugh] You think a squealer can get away from me? Huh? [crazy laugh] You know what I do to squealers? I let 'em have it in the belly, so they can roll around for a long time thinkin' it over. You're worse than him, tellin' me he's comin' back, ya lyin' old hag! [maniacal laugh]”
MO' EGO-TRIPPIN'
People have been emailing me saying that Nick Cave has copped my semi-spoken vocal style for his new “Dig, Lazarus, Dig”. Me? I kinda a doubt it. What would Cave need with a trick from my worn bag even I was on his radar? I’m sure he came to the thing by his own route, but it’s a nice. Judge for yourself.
The secret word is Aggrandizement
Thursday, April 24, 2008
BACK FROM THE DARK GODS
The illustration above is by Jett, a real good pal of hours. He asked me if I thought a series of paintings of Lovecraft’s Dark Gods would be commercial, and I told him that they were infinitely commercial, and I hope when Jett has more, he will give me a link to the gallery that I can post.
Meanwhile, I have received some excellent links. Bob Dylan in a special version of Hard Rain. A web page devoted to Jones, the cat in the movie Alien. A dancing lesson by James Brown. A battlefield account by me of the great 1968 Grosvenor Square, anti-Vietnam demonstration, and (if the wasn’t enough ego) a short snatch of a performance by me and Andy Colquhoun earlier this year at an art gallery where the sound sucked. And finally Boss Goodman pontificates on drugs.
And even more finally, the Deviants have contributed a new working of “Lost Johnny” the old song I wrote with Lemmy to a Motorhead tribute CD. Click for details.
The secret word is Nyarlathotep (the Crawling Chaos)


































