Because the premise is a lie … was always. Because family feuds are worse, civil wars not and because antisemitism is not exclusive when it comes to who the semites are … because Trump is, Netanyahu is … not …
And so people die. And live without hope … and now less … if that’s possible.
And not to aesthetisise anyone else’s pain, and not to ignore the ancient greek’s misogyny … why is this shit still going on … I’m not naive, just sad and angry.
Two dream images, The Sphinx and The Eunuchs … both strangely mythic.
I’m not sure either of these really make a great deal of sense, intellectually, but both of them forced their way out and on to the screen unbidden and in their own ways are compelling so I’ve added both to my portfolio.
Der Golem spielt mit seinem Modell der Germania … oh no, that was someone else, in another time … Netanyahu plays with his model of a rebuilt Solomon’s Temple … in a Jewish only Jerusalem.
The British and Americans created a Golem to defend the Jewish people (or their interests in the region — enlightened self-interest of course) and as the story dictates, in hubris and absent mindedness, they’ve lost control and now it is the existential threat to the “promised” land.
OK, so why is this not in your portfolio?
Need time to absorb, evaluate.
Carl Boese and Paul Wegener’s movie, “Der Golem, wie er in die Welt kam” of 1920, is pretty obscure to start with and likening Netanyahu to Hitler, even slightly, and in jest, is a bit heavy.
But an Israel that relegates even its own one and a half million non-jewish citizens to second class status before the law is an abomination.
He may be made of the same mud as the temple mount but so are about nine and half million Palestinians, a diaspora who can’t go home.
A GBU-28 “bunker busting” 5000lb laser-guided bomb designed, or rather cobbled together, to smash hardened bunkers during the Iraq war.
Hardly used, the manufacturers found eager customers in the Israeli Airfoce who found it very efficient at demolishing appartments, mosques, hospitals and schools.
Aiming for the same sort of detached, alienated, ironic feel as Warhol’s gun, it’s as phallic as you could wish — eye in its nose … I’m just not comfortable with its boy toy computer desktop celebration.