What would you choose to make a film about?
Posted on May 10th, 2008
by
Shameslaya
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for May 10, 2008:
I'll call it "Boomeritis Biker Vixens"
It will be a film within a film within a film.....first film is a life of Ken Wilber played by shaven-headed Woody Harrelson with Snoop Doggy Dog as Stuart Davis and Bruce Willis as Genpo Roshi and Nicole Kidman as Marcie and other chicks as Ken's other chicks...and this film would be shown in some Twenty Twenties Integralite's loft where the Gen Z's IPLers swig back the Shawn Phillips protein drinks and bend their ripped thirdtier minds to discussing the merits and drawbacks of such celluloid hagiographising....eee there, back in our days we had to drive 346 miles to find a fellow Integralite and now the streets are full of nanothreaded citizens whose mini AI's are blueberried into their triune brains so as to reflect in sartorial colours the Spiral colour of their current mindstate....the KW system now making the standard Gravesian colour coding as obsolete as betamax....then Ken Wilber himself would be watching this domestic sci-fi romp and pointing out all the stuff that's performatively contradictive and nonintegral about it....like the commercial entropising of the Biker Chic film title which is too ironically ironic and therefore banal...before the director uses computer tomographising to morph him into a leather-clad Foucault glancing around the SF gay bar hoping no other continental philosophers will come in and twig his kink... and the cinema we'd be watching it in would have a guest appearance by Ken who would fly in from the back of the movie theatre on a harness sprouting flaming albatross wings to the sound of Freebird screaming TANSTAAFL at the top of his mighty lungs whilst we struggle to stamp out all the flaming feathers that have dropped into our popcorn.....
And then we'd discover it wasn't Ken at all but....good sweet shiva...it's Foucault hisself...aw well, it's actually a Foucault clone, one of several dotted across the face of the planet here to offer hope, like Plato before him, that it's a brave thing to change yr ideological spots at the very end of your career as a philosopher and it takes a big big drekking man to do that....
And we all come out if Boomeritis Biker Chicks with a free Integral Institute matching ballpoint pen and astrolabe and get a cutprice copy of The Integral Vision which I thoroughly recommend you all buy since it is the most user-friendly, sexy introduction to the most complete theory of everything that is and that you are yet written.....
It will be a film within a film within a film.....first film is a life of Ken Wilber played by shaven-headed Woody Harrelson with Snoop Doggy Dog as Stuart Davis and Bruce Willis as Genpo Roshi and Nicole Kidman as Marcie and other chicks as Ken's other chicks...and this film would be shown in some Twenty Twenties Integralite's loft where the Gen Z's IPLers swig back the Shawn Phillips protein drinks and bend their ripped thirdtier minds to discussing the merits and drawbacks of such celluloid hagiographising....eee there, back in our days we had to drive 346 miles to find a fellow Integralite and now the streets are full of nanothreaded citizens whose mini AI's are blueberried into their triune brains so as to reflect in sartorial colours the Spiral colour of their current mindstate....the KW system now making the standard Gravesian colour coding as obsolete as betamax....then Ken Wilber himself would be watching this domestic sci-fi romp and pointing out all the stuff that's performatively contradictive and nonintegral about it....like the commercial entropising of the Biker Chic film title which is too ironically ironic and therefore banal...before the director uses computer tomographising to morph him into a leather-clad Foucault glancing around the SF gay bar hoping no other continental philosophers will come in and twig his kink... and the cinema we'd be watching it in would have a guest appearance by Ken who would fly in from the back of the movie theatre on a harness sprouting flaming albatross wings to the sound of Freebird screaming TANSTAAFL at the top of his mighty lungs whilst we struggle to stamp out all the flaming feathers that have dropped into our popcorn.....
And then we'd discover it wasn't Ken at all but....good sweet shiva...it's Foucault hisself...aw well, it's actually a Foucault clone, one of several dotted across the face of the planet here to offer hope, like Plato before him, that it's a brave thing to change yr ideological spots at the very end of your career as a philosopher and it takes a big big drekking man to do that....
And we all come out if Boomeritis Biker Chicks with a free Integral Institute matching ballpoint pen and astrolabe and get a cutprice copy of The Integral Vision which I thoroughly recommend you all buy since it is the most user-friendly, sexy introduction to the most complete theory of everything that is and that you are yet written.....

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This is hilarious…and cooooooollll
This might be the only wilberhead offering that doesn't send me into a coma!
I especially like the flaming feathers.
Thanx Aley…being thought of as cool is rather a wonderful positive warm fuzzy….
Jeannie…we…ahem…integralites….well alright we're a bit up Ken's bottom but not very very….well…we're actually not so comatosing are we?
Anyway…ever seen Elisabethtown?…with the flaming paper mache freebird?…Jon xx
It's not the people, it's the lingo. I have a little game of saying perfectly simple things in wilberspeak. It entertains me for a second and then I lose consciousness. Great for insomnia.
Jon - Well, Foucault 'invented' archeology of knowledge, so maybe in some far future our quadune descendants will unearth the buried burned ruins of that theater and once and for all put to rest the conjecture that Wilber is his clone of inner clones. Just a thought.
And Jeannie - you actually used the word 'lingo?' Wow…;-)
Jeannie….where you faint, I sort of go electric zappety zoom fa-fa-foooooommmmmmm!!!!!!!
Albert….Armageddon closer to having four layers of film within film on that one….
Thanx folks. Jon x