Posts by Joe Wylie
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Maui's raising of the great fish, Te Ika-a-Maui, was said to have been achieved with a hook of phenomenal breaking strain, fashioned from the jawbone of his grandmother. For some reason I'm reminded of that story every time Titewhai mouths off.
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Deep down, all writers are really shallow.
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I'm perfectly willing to accept that my notion of plagiarism is 'naive and conceptually impoverished' if that were demonstrated rather than simply asserted. Make a case, use examples, argue your point. (Except for Joe – you keep trotting out the cliches and divining my unconscious motives. It's funny. And I get it: You're the village idiot.)
(Sigh). I couldn't, suck up the cliche, give a rat's about your 'unconscious motives'. As you say, attempting to expound your tedious dullard's charter for the creatively bankrupt wasn't something you initiated here, but there was no call for your stupidly unsubstantiated dumping on Peter Jackson. If the man's transgressions are somehow relevant to your case, you could have attempted to say why.
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Wondering why you'd bother...
Wonder on, Mr. Miseryguts. One thing you can be certain of, this'll be the last time I'll be bothered to engage with your infantile tosh.
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. . . I find your defensiveness just fucken stupid.
FYI stephen, my post was in response to David Cauchi's pretentious drivel. That said, I couldn't give a rats about your fanboy musings.
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OK maybe the critics don't matter, but what about the comment that I've heard many artists and creative people make, which is that a piece of art (whether it's a piece of writing, a painting, a film, whatever) really belongs to the viewer once the artist puts it out there?
Respect for that. It is, after all, a viewpoint born of real-life experience, and not likely to be appreciated by arid theoreticians.
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Wonder what Hone H brought back for his wider whanau?
His Stories?
As it turns out, a million Hawaiian T-shirts.
Every time Goff takes a jab at Harawira, he shrinks. If he keeps it up, by the end of this week he'll have vanished.
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. . . for example that dreadful Peter Jackson, but there's more to film than that shit.
The ability to rile the terminally pretentious, without even deliberately setting out to do so. One of Jackson's lesser talents, but in itself greater than any that his envious detractors are able to muster.
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Not cut-ups -- more like artistic rewrite subbing, making plain what you're doing.
Does the software exist yet? Polly Frost once did a great piece for The New Yorker that's turned up in a couple of anthologies, and is online for subscribers. Turbotome was a guided walkthrough of a word processor that produced guaranteed literary classics direct to final draft, by combining elements from genres of the user's choice. The resulting monstrous offspring of A Passage to India and a Larry McMurtry-style western was hilariously hideous.
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But those are interesting points he raises.
Perhaps they are, within that reified and sterile world of art-referring-to-art-referring-to-art. To me it's mostly an elaborate justification for the elevation of the talent-free, and relates to life much as masturbation does to sex. Although Ihimaera's work may be constrained to some degree by academic mannerism, it's not simply a game played within the limits of his erudition.