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A Sense of Doubt blog post #3137 - Via Warren Ellis - Idea Improve, Revolutions Don't Stop, and Writing Soundtracks



A Sense of Doubt blog post #3137 - Via Warren Ellis - Idea Improve, Revolutions Don't Stop, and Writing Soundtracks

Just this today: a share from Warren Ellis' Orbital Operations newsletter.

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Orbital Operations

Orbital Operations for 20 August 2023


I was grubbing through my files and it seems that in 2014 I started to write something for Vulture about the Oliver Stone-directed film NATURAL BORN KILLERS. I evidently just left a fragment:

It was the sound of the guns that did it.

Guns in movies all pretty much have the same sound. A change in those sounds catches your attention. The clatter and pop of handguns and rifles is rendered as nothing compared to the entrance of Harry Callahan’s Magnum with its great flat POW in DIRTY HARRY. The guns in NATURAL BORN KILLERS have a grinding, mechanical sound, steel gears and hammers, before the explosion. These are the sounds of relentless murder machines.

If I could pick one thing that exemplified 1994, it would be NATURAL BORN KILLERS. It was a remarkably pure expression of the culture. It was about the things that everybody was thinking about. Not the least of which was the postmodern position and the awareness that the whole of 20th Century culture was fair game for the creative toolbox. The cultural memory was now dense enough that entire stories could be told using nothing but cultural memory.

This latter part was a notion that began for me with Stone’s JFK, and made it into my work in all kinds of ways in the late 90s and probably early 2000s, its last iteration probably being the “dream sequence” episode of NEXTWAVE that Stuart Immonen took to its ultimate level with his impersonations of Clowes, Pope, Mignola et al.

"Ideas improve. The meaning of words participates in the improvement. Plagiarism is necessary. Progress implies it. It embraces an author’s phrase, makes use of his expressions, erases a false idea, and replaces it with the right idea."

Guy Debord, 1967

 

Apparently I wrote this for someone in 2013, no idea who:

Revolutions don’t stop. Once begun, they continue to revolve. There somehow remains, against the will of history, a presumption that they spin around to a state of grace, a better position on the wheel. We fantasise this about politics, and in the digital space, in the creative world and within the engines of commerce. It’s rare that we consider the wild machinery of revolution and understand that disruption is a runaway process, and that eventually even the most powerful disrupters will themselves be disrupted. Only those actors crushed in the cogs of the process are remembered as “revolutionaries”. Those who meet success become the establishment, and are themselves targeted by the operations of the dreamstate of revolution.

 

Some years ago - 2019, maybe? - I did a thing for BBC Radio 6 Music where I was asked to present a list of tracks pertinent to my life and work and discuss them. I just found the original track listing in my files, along with some rough notes. Maybe you’d like to go and find them.

TRANSMETROPOLITAN, The Pogues

Where I got the title and tone of the book TRANSMETROPOLITAN from

 THE SPOIL FACTOR, Danielle Dax

(one of the first intimations that you could come where I come from, with these ideas in my head, and still get to make something with them)

 BETWEEN THE WARS, Billy Bragg

And Billy’s here to say, you can be where you’re from and say what you want.

 BLUE VEILS AND GOLDEN SANDS – Delia Derbyshire

The BBC Radiophonic Workshop was very Important to me. To me, it all stills sounds like the future, the present and the past all at once, and it stands for inventing the future with the tools you have to hand.

 HEROES, David Bowie (album version)

Because it’s bold and it wears its heart on its sleeve, yes, but also because it’s careful, formal invention. The stepped mics, the guitar figures, a gateway for me both to Eno’s ambient music and to German experimental music.

 FUR IMMER, Neu!

For me, comics are percussion. You can do a whole journey with rhythm and tone.

 HOW MEN DIE IN THEIR SLEEP, Lydia Lunch & Lucy Hamilton

I can’t use any of Lydia Lunch’s spoken-word work on a Sunday afternoon, but this collaborative instrumental album captures a lot of the eeriness and the sadness in her spoken-word, I find, and her spoken word work was a fascination of mine.

 DRIVE IT ALL OVER ME, My Bloody Valentine (or CIGARETTE IN YOUR BED)

Their first album was perfectly okay folky pop. And then, suddenly, they did something I’d never heard before – they took pop songs and turned them inside out so all you could hear were the guts. They found a way to make popular art raw and alien but you could still see the bones.

 THE VISUALIZATION, Phurpa (album Trowo Phurnag Ceremony)

I’m using this one to represent my long interest in musics from all over the place. It stands in for the idea that a writer should read widely if they want to be any good.

 SUNLIGHT HEAVEN, Julianna Barwick

(colour and light)

 BOLTS, Northern Structures

This is why I can’t live without music. I was stuck on a scene in my novel GUN MACHINE, and listening to Mary Anne Hobbs on the radio – she knows this story – and she played this, and all of a sudden I had the pace and shape of the scene I was trying to write. Music fixed the book.

 GREY AND GREEN, Felicia Atkinson 

This record was the recurring soundtrack to my novel NORMAL, and was often in my earbuds during a year when I was flying in and out of there, resting between periods of intense activity in LA.

 KING NIGHT, Salem

This was a frequent go-to when writing CASTLEVANIA: for when you need the sound of the devil punching the world and the world beating the shit out of the devil. Yes, I know I can’t say “shit.”

 DEATH IS NOT THE END, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

 Deadlines



Orbital Operations, 10 September 2023

Brazen Blaze


The most-often repeated piece of advice in visual storytelling is “show, don’t tell.” As I have railed before, this leads to the most egregious repeating moment in television: “You need to see this,” someone is told over a communications device, and then it cuts to that person standing with some other people looking at the thing they apparently need to see. This is because the writers have had “show, don’t tell” dinned into their heads.

AND THEN SOMEONE TELLS THEM WHAT THEY’RE LOOKING AT ANYWAY.

Seriously, pick any bit of action tv, particularly streaming, and see if it happens in exactly that way. See how many times it happens. See how many times it happens in a single episode.

It’s a principle. Not a rule. Everyone else may treat it like a rule, but it’s not and you don’t have to.

There’s a bit in the old British show WAKING THE DEAD where crime scene manager Frankie tells prickly insane Detective Superintendent Boyd over a radio link, “Boyd, you need to see this.” And Boyd yells “Just bloody tell me!” Whoever wrote that is my comrade.

It slows things down. You need to choose slowing things down, not accepting it because you think there’s a rule that must be followed.

Like most things, show-don’t-tell is fine in its place. But it’s not connective tissue. It’s a bad end-of-scene gambit, it eats up useful time, it’s so over-used that it creates no anticipation or potential energy any more, and it’s not interesting. Images and words can strike sparks off each other with their frictions. The words can be telling a slightly different story than the image, and thereby enrich each other with meaning. If you want emotion, then emotion comes in the telling of something, not always the showing of it. Show don’t tell is a tool, not a rule - choose when to use it and you’ll surprise your audience.

 

 

I read somewhere, a few weeks back, that there is no longer a comics sales chart. Good. The old one was always wrong anyway. And, honestly, back in the day, people were obsessed with it. It did nobody any good, it made a lot of people crazy, and thinking about it too much gave you brain worms.

If you want to do something useful for the comics medium, start a magazine devoted to some decent review writers, art and craft focussed interviews, the history of the medium and some honest to god lit theory and practice. That would have more utility than knowing someone’s best guess at how much ROAD TO BUMHAIR-MAN FAMILY (AR FOIL VARIANT COVER Y) sold last month.

Wouldn’t it be interesting if comics were the only narrative medium to deliberately not offer a sales chart? A statement that it’s the work that matters, not the stats.

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