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Six years ago I made a comedic horror short film involving Saw and Teddy Ruxpin titled Teddy Saw. It is probably the most fucked up short I’ve ever made but it’s Halloween, so why not throw it up on the site for old time’s sake. Written by me, directed and edited by Bill Buckendorf.
"The mistakes you make as a child haunt your life forever. How much blood will you shed to stay alive."
Asked by Anonymous
2,600 years ago, Heraclitus had a perceptive insight about the world that is shockingly relevant to the United States today.
In Ancient Greece there was a very common drink called kykeon. This was a kind of watery, half-cooked porridge made from barley and goat cheese. It was a very common staple food. Because it was so watery, the ingredients tended to float to the top if you didn’t agitate them. Heraclitus said:
καὶ ὁ κυκεὼν διίσταται [μὴ] κινούμενος
Even the kykeon separates if it isn’t stirred.
Now, this is a joke that turns on the etymology of the word kykeon. The name kykeon comes from the Greek word for ‘circle’ (kyklos). This was a reference to the constant stirring you had to do in order to keep the barley and water from separating. The joke is that if you aren’t stirring the kykeon (i.e., performing the circular motion that its name implies) it ceases to exist. The point is that motion, chaos and change are so finely woven into world that even the most common food depends on them to stay itself.
This aphorism contains the extremely heretical notion that being itself is not an intrinsic property of anything, but only an illusion that emanates from a deeper and constantly active process. Although this idea is extremely radical it’s also not especially foreign to us. We all have Social Security Numbers, fixed identities that cannot be changed, but nobody refers to him or herself by them in conversation. Every physicist accepts the idea of an electron, a negative electric charge of which every other charge is a multiple, but nobody argues that they exist as discrete particles when we cease to involve them in an observation.
Anyway, 2,400 years later in Philadelphia, America’s richest smart people and its smartest rich people were sweating out the details of the Constitution. It was the middle of the summer. Everyone was miserable and no one could agree on anything. Somehow, and this is one of the very few genuine miracles in American history, these people created the framework for a new type of government. This government derived its identity from, refreshed that identity with and—as the need emerged—spawned new identities out of…motion, chaos, and change. This is because the Constitution that these people wrote was so simple that it borders on algorithm. The U.S. Constitution is eight pages long, compare that with the Constitutions of Brazil (~120pp.), India (~430pp.) or Alabama (~360pp,)
The precise character of the country generated by this algorithm has been, as you might expect, strongly determined by accident. Because Christopher Columbus saw indigenous Caribbeans as less-than-human and so, susceptible to enslavement, the U.S. paid despicable lip service to the ideals of freedom and equality for four score and eight. Because black people continued to be poor and black even after their status as property was revoked, the U.S. paid that lip service for another century.
Nevertheless, one thing was foredestined for the U.S.: small constitutions make for great empires. The outline that the Constitution contains is so broad that it puts no upper limit on the mature size of the nation governed by it. And so, first thru its Westward expansion past the Mississippi, to California, on to Hawaii, then to the Philippines and finally into the abstract territory of reserve currency, Treasury bills and superpower, the United States became an empire.
Of course, once everything obvious has been conquered, expansion doesn’t stop. Motion and change are mandated; even circular motion is acceptable. And so expansion simply curls inward. Hence our ever subtler tastes, ever more cunning advertisements and the culture that they produce. Our culture that thrives on self-absorption and self-reference. But above all, this in-curling expansion is seen in our self-involved political process.
The last poses the real question: whether this country—whose political blueprint demands universal expansion—now finds itself living in a plastic bag, breathing the same breath over and over again.
It is possible to see the debt ceiling fiasco as a vibrant political circus that represents our country’s natural churn and eternal puberty, but then again, it’s also possible to see it as hyperventilation.
Lazenby 4 King 2016