Under the Knife

Razorblades and steak knives
Perform surgical renditions
Of all the inner coverings
Having this one violated
calls for a conflictive vocation

So skin me like you can
Then steal away my strength
Blood flows through my veins
Just like the rivers in your arms

With my performative intentions
You seem to always mention
The truest of my goals
To sit on the pedestal
looking down from above

There is a complex ever present
That I seem to always mention
Taking away from substantial things

I want substantial things

I want

I want substance

Brian Gillis
July 16th 2008

An Experiment in Suspense

Upon close inspection, Highsbury Manor would have looked deserted on the fatal evening where this scene unfolds. The surrounding property was uninhabited wilderness, and the face of the house was desolate and silent. One window at the highest point of the house was illuminated, a solitary candle being the only source of light on the entire property.
Clenching her fists in the corner of this room, Margaret Mandible stared at the darkened recess of the stairwell that taunted her across the attic floor. The prospect of what she would have to do if the figure of her assailant appeared in the light of the candle paralyzed her with fear. Slowly backing toward the window, she unholstered the revolver her former employer had supplied her with at the beginning of the macabre night. Having thought earlier that she could never push herself to use the fatal weapon bestowed upon her by the maniacal man, the slender handle and cold trigger were the only strands of hope left on her otherwise tattered rope of survival.
When her back reached the frame of the attic window, Margaret glanced out and caught a glimpse of a pair of headlights entering the vast property gates, steadily making its way up the driveway towards the house.
Electrified by the prospect of aid, Margaret began slamming the glass with her hands, and screaming as loudly as she could muster,
'Help me!!! Help me!!!'
Upon realizing that she had momentarily let her guard down, Margaret quickly spun around to behold the dark silhouetted figure of her pursuer awaiting her discovery with pistol drawn.
The screams were drowned out by the relentless thundering of the murderous shots, eight in all. The silence after the last was pierced only by the caw of a recently landed crow, and the continued clicking of an emptied gun.
The single candle illuminating the attic window of Highsbury Manor was abruptly extinguished. As the approaching car came to a halt in front of the house, the driver opened the door and turned the headlights off, allowing the entire property to once again be enveloped in darkness.

Brian Gillis
July 16th 2008

Battle for Haditha

“Battle for Haditha”, Nick Broomfield 2008

This film initially came to my attention through a BBC interview in which director, producer and co-writer, Nick Broomfield was being lambasted for his apparently uneven portrayal of the infamous massacre at Haditha. His defense and ability to thoughtfully counter his directorial decisions were enticing enough to warrant a look at yet another recent picture attempting to deal with the omnipresent fallout of the American invasion of Iraq. Through powerful archetypes and a message that emerges heavy-handed although ultimately effective, acclaimed documentary director, Broomfield has put in his word on contemporary Iraq and it emerges as a more moving and thought provoking one than any of the fictionalized or documentary efforts recently available.

The characterization of the film is the most stunning accomplishment with Broomfield managing to create sympathetic vehicles for his message on both sides of the conflict. What is most striking is the creation of probably the most suitable conclusion one can possibly draw from any work attempting to get behind the inhumanity of modern war; the resounding feeling that both the Kilo Company Marines and the Iraqi civilians are at the bottom of a chain of events that are impossible to psychologically justify.

Although certain actors’ performances in the film weren’t as strong at times as the fake documentary styled film necessitates the main players in the story were extremely well written and cast. The civilian Hiba effectively represents Mother Iraq as she is presented attempting to throw a circumcision celebration while encountering American checkpoints, covering herself from Al Qaeda and thinking about the child starting to grow within her. She is thrown into terror in witnessing the planting of a roadside IED down the hill from her home and becomes at a loss of what to do. The family attempts the only possible action in attempting to remain neutral and go ahead with their party. Hiba’s father-in-law maintains that they cannot tell the Americans of the bomb for fear of retribution from the Iraqi extremists and they can likewise do nothing to reason with the men apparently ‘fighting for their home’. Although her family is left with no options they are wiped out by the ensuing conflict even though the terrorists themselves escape retribution. Hiba and the one daughter left in her family are left no longer complacent to foreign intervention but emerge in hatred of the occupying forces by the film’s conclusion. The Americans for Hiba are no benign force any longer but a harmful blight on the nation who only serve to further increase the fear and violence of Fallujah. Her child will be born with this same attitude instilled in its mind; a father shot down in spite of his innocence and the only community with answers being a similarly violent organization.

The main Marine character, Corporal Ramirez acts as a representation of America itself and he behaves suitably as he takes the role of commander, in turns becoming helpful, violent and ultimately confused by the situations all around him. Ramirez tells the other men in Kilo that he enlisted to get away from the problems back home in Philadelphia and only ended up moving from “the murder capital of America to the murder capital of the world [sic]”. He is the United States itself, lost in homeland problems and trying to find reason through a deflected sense of justice in a foreign land. Ramirez rallies the troops with words he hardly believes and breaks down when he knows that the nightmares just beginning to start will haunt him forever. He knows he’s not fighting for freedom but only reacting on a gut level to situations at hand. What haunts the Western viewer most is the inherent goodness which Ramirez strives for but is ultimately deprived of by higher command. Just like his people back home the soldier cannot rectify the war’s ideology with the very human situations which constantly barrage his vision and as time goes on he becomes lost within the violence all around him, unable to maintain reason or rationale.

There is some form of retribution as we see Ramirez ultimately try to help Hiba while she cries over her murdered husband’s body although Broomfield refuses to give us an easy conclusion to the film. The end depicts a Chomsky-esque manipulation of both the Marine and Al Qaeda participation in the bloodbath. Kilo Company becomes exposed as part of a news cover-up of the true death toll and the film ends with CNN coverage which Rumsfeld and Bush refuse to assume responsibility for. Fittingly, the ones at the bottom of command, the everyday Americans become the scapegoats. The only surviving member of Hiba’s extended family testifies to Al Jazeera news that her wound resulted from an American striking her although, in fact, Ramirez assisted her in escaping her burning home where she was already hurt. We are left with a picture that shows the complete failure of the affected population’s ability to take control into their own hands. The Marines go to prison; the common Iraqis are dead, bereaved or disillusioned. The local Sheik and the U.S. Commander-in-Chief enjoy no real victory over the situation but vow to continue their fight against one another.

It’s a film that performs best as an artistic piece delivering message through archetypal symbolism. Even though Broomfield pretty much beats us over the head with his thesis he has still created a picture with relevant subject matter for the current political situation. The ensuing birth of Hiba’s child brings no hope but only the promise of further spite and Kilo Company’s murder counts show the similar disillusionment of common people under higher authorities unwilling to take the onus of responsibility for their wars. Perhaps the most satisfying result of Broomfield’s “Battle for Haditha” is its refusal to provide the black-and-white of most recent Western pictures examining Iraq. We view the credits left with the mix of good and evil of the murderers on each side ever present and the impossibility of anything but violence resulting when situations are hopelessly out of an individual’s control.

Reid McCarter

July 11th 2008

Dead Lip Sucker is Alive!

After much adieu 'Dead Lip Sucker' is back and will be updated every Monday, Wednesday and Friday in order to keep myself on schedule and in an attempt to get the search engines all up on this business.

Wednesday's will review albums, Monday's will most likely be semi-coherent weekend drained personal posts stained with morning coffee and the taste of stale whiskey. Friday's will hopefully soon be comprised of guest writings be it arts reviews, short fiction pieces, poetry or short essays on topics from why gerbils aren't good pets to the meaning of life . . . or something.

Today I have nothing to present save this image of a sea-monster just straight up being hunted by some ill-equipped men with a musket. Honestly, if you shot that thing once it would take five minutes to reload your gunpowder and then it would have swam off to party in Loch Ness or given your dinghy the one-two punch, Moby Dick style.

Reid McCarter
July 8th, 2008