Claudia's Column
Saturday, September 19, 2026
Review of Alice In Wonderland (1903)
This is a poem I wrote while stoned from weed for the first time in three months. I was when I wrote it as I am also in typing it up.
Friday, September 18, 2026
Analysis of Alice In Wonderland: An X-Rated Musical Fantasy
It must suffice to state that we obtain matter enough for the resolution of every morbid idea if we direct our attention to the unbidden associations which disturb our thoughts— those which are put aside by the critic as worthless refuse.
The formula for these dreams may be thus stated: They are concealed realisations of repressed desires.
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Wednesday, September 16, 2026
Criticisms of Dark Side Of The 90s (Part III)
Episode 5. Grunge and the Seattle Sound
Episode 6. Baywatch: Sex Sells
No shit it does, has, and always will.
"Babble babble, bitch bitch rebel rebel, party party, sex sex sex; and don't forget the violence" —Marilyn Manson, This Is The New Shit
Analysis of Tim Burton's Alice In Wonderland (2010)
Sunday, September 13, 2026
Doomer Date
I was thinking of this whole AI apocalypse idea a bit more today and realised: this is nothing more than a broad blanket of Doomeristic thinking. So I wrote this brief poem; it's sort of a combination of my recent polemic piece on AI Doomsday Fantasies and the research back in March I did on the concept of Doomerism as a whole.
Friday, September 11, 2026
Ode to Chaos
I wrote this to commemorate the 6th anniversary of what is my favorite album by Marilyn Manson released on this day in 2020: the seminal and unmatched We Are Chaos. I will love this album like there's no tomorrow until the day I die.
Alice & Adolescent Morality
"I like the Walrus best," said Alice: "because he was a little sorry for the poor oysters."He ate more than the Carpenter, though," said Tweedledee. "You see he held the handkerchief in front, so that the Carpenter couldn't count how many he took: contrawise.""That was mean!" Alice said indignantly. "Then I like the Carpenter best— if he didn't eat so many as the Walrus.""But he ate as many as he could get," said Tweedledum.
There is no such thing as "moral" Right. There is only true Right, the balance of the Natural Law, Lex Talionis, versus acquired Right, bestowed by popular consensus and usage (the rules of the Game). Morality is a human invention conferred by the self-serving interests of the sensuality impoverished.We must constantly confront decisions of whether to live by the Law or by the Rules of the Game. Either way will be "Right." Of the two, I always prefer the way of the Law, but it is often riskier and more brutal. The latter -- beating them at their own game -- requires more planning, time, strategy and money. That's why in all issues enforced by false moralisms and specious Rules of the Game but unfettered by legalities I apply my own rule, which is: "There are no rules."If you create a new rule and it takes hold, you have made a Right for yourself, however self-serving. Whatever prevails, overwhelms, holds in thrall, disarms, terrifies, frightens, controls, constrains, enslaves, or otherwise contributes to man's masochistic needs will always be accepted as Right. No amount of lip service to the contrary can eradicate what the past has proven, and the present intensifies.
Alice is a child though; and as Satanic the mind of a child can be seen as, she doesn't have such a level of comprehension towards such a topic as morality. Where this style of child-like thinking can be seen and explored further, and to a similar degree is later on in Through The Looking-Glass when she is divvying up plum cakes between herself, the Lion, the King and Unicorn only to wind up with none left over for herself. In this interaction the Unicorn displays jealousy at not getting as much a serving of the plum cake as the lion, which is seems a parallel to how Alice weighed in on who was better or worse between the Carpenter and Walrus but in an opposite manner, as she showed preference for the one who caught the least rather than most. Oyster and plum cake, the difference in sustenance is there but in the end it does the same job. However the result in this matter more than for the Oyster, is in the attempt at being fair as a child may do, and in such learn that being so equitable can come to a personal detriment and not have any remaining cake for oneself. There's a virtue to selfishness.
Thursday, September 10, 2026
AI Doomsday Fantasy
Temporary Ordinary
This is sort of an extension of Burning Bridges. One of the lines takes from a riddle given to Bilbo Baggins by Gollum in the chapter Riddles In The Dark from The Hobbit. Another takes cue from the song Meat by Poppy.
Review of Alice In Wonderland (1903)
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