{"id":1162,"date":"2009-04-13T07:48:42","date_gmt":"2009-04-13T15:48:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/?p=1162"},"modified":"2009-04-17T08:15:13","modified_gmt":"2009-04-17T16:15:13","slug":"filoli-the-soft-machine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2009\/04\/13\/filoli-the-soft-machine\/","title":{"rendered":"Filoli, “The Soft Machine”"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Friday morning we went to see the gardens at Filoli, an estate between San Jose and San Franciso near Woodside, CA. The first view of the gardens, shown above, is perhaps the most impressive. You step through an arched door in a brick wall and there lies\u2014arcadia. Another world. The square-trimmed trees in the background give it an especially magical look.<\/p>\n

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I reflexively tend to think of viewing gardens as being boring, but it was definitely worth the trip\u2014although it\u2019s good to get there early before the people overwhelm the nature. I\u2019ll be using some more Filoli pictures in coming posts. <\/p>\n

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We spent a couple of nights in San Francisco, for the Easter weekend, staying on Nob Hill, atop extremely steep streets coming up from Union Square. I saw this great woman giving her dog a treat on the way up.<\/p>\n

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I picked up a fresh copy of Wm. Burroughs, The Soft Machine<\/em>, at City Lights Books, with a nice pink cover, and reread some of it. Long time no see. Its chapters seem fairly independent of each other. Some aren\u2019t too badly cut-up. One chapter I read, like dada pulp SF, \u201cThe Mayan Caper,\u201d\u009d gives me some ideas for how things might be in Flimsy. A few quotes.<\/p>\n

Setting up for time travel to Mayan times. \u201cThen he injected a blue fluid of heavy cold silence as word dust fell from demagnetized patterns\u2014from a remote Polar distance I could see the doctor…\u201d\u009d <\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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After the transition. \u201cSuddenly he sat up talking in Mayan\u2014The word curled out his mouth and hung visible in the air like vine tendrils\u2014I felt a strange vertigo which I recognized as the motion sickness of time travel…\u201d\u009d Note that Burroughs uses that same phrase, \u201cthe motion sickness of time travel\u201d\u009d in Yage Letters, to describe the nausea prouduced by the psychedelic yage vine drug. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n


\n[A rubbed-out Mickey Mouse logo on the sidewalk outside the now-defunct Disney store. Sign of the times.]<\/p>\n

\u201cI lay down in the hammock and immediately felt the stabbing probes of telepathic interrogation.\u201d\u009d That\u2019s a classic SF phrase, takes me back to the Andre Norton books I read as a boy.<\/p>\n

At the frequent celebrations, \u201c…the priests appeared in elaborate costumes, often disguised as centipedes or lobsters…\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

\u201cI made recordings of the festivals and the continuous music like a shrill insect frequency that followed the workers all day in the fields.\u201d\u009d <\/p><\/blockquote>\n


\n[An ivory cougar in the Filoli mansion.]<\/p>\n

Burroughs loved the idea of altering reality with cut-up sound and music. As it happens, while I was in SF, I had a chance to talk to an old friend, Jack Vad, who is a sound tech for the SF Symphony Orchestra.<\/p>\n

Jack said, \u201cBeing a sound tech can be like being a dental hygienist or like being a sculptor.\u201d\u009d Sometimes he\u2019s just tweaking and cleaning, sometimes he\u2019s molding sounds. He has really good software, it got a lot better in the last two years. He used the word \u201cdetune\u201d\u009d to mean change the pitch. For fixing a sour note, you used to have to detune all the instruments, and had trade-offs where fixing one was messing up the others. But now the soundware lets you isolate a particular line of music, an individual instrument, and detune that alone.<\/p>\n

Not all that great a step from this to Burroughsian reality control with your sound chip…<\/p>\n

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[My recent painting, \u201cThe Flims,\u201d\u009d showing a jiva on the left and a yuel on the right.]<\/p>\n

I’d been hung-up trying to figure out what things are like in this world Flimsy where my character Jim goes in my novel-in-progress Jim and the Flims<\/em>.<\/p>\n

So now, under the aleatory influence of The Soft Machine<\/em>, I\u2019m thinking of Flimsy as a slave society. And that it\u2019s those seemingly pleasant jivas <\/em>running things\u2014even though they look like fairly benevolent flying turnips. The jivas are the controllers in Flimsy. <\/p>\n

So the nice-seeming jivas are bad. Conversely, the scapegoat yuels are in fact rather neutral about us, and even at times goodhearted. And at some point our hero Jim finds this out.<\/p>\n

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I think of this kind of plot-twist as a flip<\/em>. I did a flip in Spaceland<\/em>, with the Kluppers and Dronners. At some point Jim will be captured by the yuels and learn how to talk with them, and then he\u2019ll learn the truth\u2014this moment is the reveal<\/em>. Joe Cube got his reveal in Spaceland <\/em>when he finally talked to a Dronner.<\/p>\n

I see the bad jivas as objective correlative for a pocket computer, like an iPod or Blackberry\u2014they glom onto you and give you power and link you in, but they control you.<\/p>\n

The yuels don\u2019t talk like we do, they use exclusively telepathic glyphs. Jim\u2019s dog befriends a yuel. A yuel is an objective correlative for an emergent hive behavior. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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