These are the very first words given as a preface to Jed Talks 2. I would read them carefully again and again in order to soak their true meaning. ‘Jed’ is telling you here in black and white: you are being deceived, and he is the deliverer of that deceit as much as all that has been said about enlightenment before him.
But of course… you don’t see that, correct?
Not even the furiously tweeting Donald Trump can be sure of what comes next. As his fingers blur frantically on the keyboard of his device, I must face the fact that there is a maelstrom out there, while I am in here with nothing to contemplate except my own solitude.
I am thinking of arranging a visit from my granddaughter’s dog, which has few opinions about anything occurring in the outside world. He and I are in the midst of a long, intermittent conversation about the role of small dogs in the Roman empire under Tiberius.
Clive James was an Australian-British broadcaster. No, he was not ‘Jed.’ They never met, plagiarized one another or drank one another under the table. I doubt they were even aware of each other’s existence, although one never knows.
“James became the television critic for The Observer in 1972, remaining in the role until 1982. Mark Lawson described a James’s review as “so funny it was dangerous to read while holding a hot drink. He was at times merciless.”
Welcome! So I’m sitting there mulling over the wisdom of drinking milk produced by and for altogether dissimilar species when it occurs to me… I gotta crank out an article!
So I throw on some clothes, dig out my computer, and begin banging wildly at the keys. Seventeen minutes later… voila!
Now I can return to my lofty ruminations. Enjoy!
My name is XXXX and this website reflects an editorial policy that sets it apart from the guru herd: Zero Valuable Content. If you find any useful information here please report it immediately.
“I read your article… I found it outrageously funny and sarcastically informative. I just loved every bit and I couldn’t stop smiling till long after I finished reading it.”
A fan before ‘Jed’
XXXX in the above is ‘Jed’ before he successfully transitioned from the marketing ‘guru’ to a spiritual one. The XXXX name was a pseudonym again. The writing is still a bit crude, immediate and not yet aimed at anything in particular other than entertain the reader (he said so himself elsewhere). ‘Jed’ was finding his feet by way of stomping the marketing industry grounds. The passages often lacked focus and purpose, but NOT the kick.
I mean.. the guy has expressive wit, razor sharp observations and a critical eye of your shy serial killer on the prowl… what could go wrong?
The above combination, if unleashed, could get one into considerable trouble in the wider world. Excitability (note all the exclamation marks! in those days Jed’s writings were the perfect dustbin of strong punctuation littering every second sentence) and a caustic way with words have the potential to decimate a few little egos. A little prickle here and there, and the full between-species war is guaranteed!!
Caterpillars against butterflies, swoosh!! Hardly conducive to a peaceful nap in the hammock. And there are bills to pay…. and fuck it, humans are not that smart after all.. and marketing is boring as hell and (gasp!) lies, lies, lies… and no interest in politics and formal philosophies.. and who wants to slave away in a 3X3ft cubicle… and the TM next door seem to be raking it… and…. and…
Sometimes it is better to slowly back out of this madness or, alternatively, run out screaming like a girl, and slam the door on the way out. Which is what ‘Jed’ had finally done those years back.
The expression ‘marketing guru’ was a bit of an exaggeration though. ‘Jed’ really didn’t spend that much time flashing his marketing charm at clients and clunking his heels together at the sight of the boss. Just enough to learn the ropes and to venture on his own in order to claim a slice of the spiritual pie… since erm… see those boys dressed in loose fitting garb and with weird sounding Eastern names?….. they are doing real well for themselves, but what’s the secret?….
I said here:
“Reading the proposal made me realise that the subtle promise of instant salvation in the books was largely a serious survival push of one man.”
I like Trilogies, so let’s throw Nietzsche in for the holy trinity. He echoed in Jed’s head quite a bit and is very relevant to the question that follows.
By the very nature of my origin I was allowed an outlook beyond all merely local, merely national and limited horizons.
Hence the ways of men part: if you wish to strive for peace of soul and pleasure, then believe; if you wish to be a devotee of truth, then inquire
“Nietzsche’s writing spans philosophical polemics, poetry, cultural criticism, and fiction while displaying a fondness for aphorism and irony”
“Because of Nietzsche’s evocative style and provocative ideas, his philosophy generates passionate reactions“.
Note the words ‘cultural criticism’, ‘aphorism’, ‘irony’ ‘evocative’ ‘passionate reactions’.. the quality samples of which can all be found in Jed’s writing.
So folks.. what do Clive James, ‘Jed McKenna’ and Friedrich Nietzsche have in common (you go boys!), apart from self-depreciating humour, dramatic overstatements and scathing wit directed at the rest of humanity?…
Note: This is not a rhetorical question. It has a very concrete answer.