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Mal Kukura
April 21, 2016
Enough it is.
I’d not’ve expected I’d ever think so, but I do.
I think the time has come to advise, if anyone can, that Anne and Jack shut down the public pages of
Table Talk: Bob Ellis on Film and Theatre.
Batonga.
The mechanical condor drone squadron can fly off to some other locale and release their pay loads
there.
If no one else will, then rest assured, some merciful intervener will bring down the final curtain out of
respect for the magical being of the golden wordsmith now resident in Ellis Gold.
There is one Bon and only one honest John.
Enough
24. Mal Kukura April 22, 2016 at 7:13 pm
It is a magical moment – shut it down Hughie.
25. Dalì April 23, 2016 at 3:56 am
Fedallah,
What are you doing, and why? If you have a request so serious that it just must be raised now, in these
catacombs, why embroider it so gaudily that I must attempt a decoding and risk a stumble as I uncloak
it?
You seem to be declaring to everyone here that if I do not vilify/malign Mal Kukura for posting what he
does, I agree/align with its contents. If that is so, I trust they see that the logical misstep is in fact your
own, not mine.
You seem to be spotlighting to everyone here some dereliction of duty on my part if I do not comply
with your request. I trust they notice that you have extracted a term I used to describe my approach to
posting without seeking to ‘steer’ people and leaving it to them to align or malign; and that you have
here ascribed it to what you declare to be an insipid neutrality which jeopardises the greater good in the
guise of silence.
I would have thought that silence was the most specious of the charges which could be levelled at me. In
my four years here, there have been no more than a dozen days which weren’t polluted by at least one
(sometimes ten or more) appearance of that rheumy-red eye from Alex the droog leader. Apart from
some two thousand posts, maybe, I created a dozen videos, penned eight or so film reviews, and at least
thirty poems. You want to accuse me of silence in front of everyone here? I imagine they’d be more
inclined to subsitute a charge of gross over-indulgence.
But you meant a different silence, did you not? As you chose to mint it, “Silence is a most powerful
symbol and act of approbation.”
Yes, but silence is what silence does. Silence is many things besides consent. Silence is golden, Silence is
a virtue. Silence can never be misquoted. Leonardo said silence strengthens authority, Voltaire thought
silence far preferable to adding to the quantity of bad writing, Theroux thought it the unbearable
repartee. My favourite Silence is the woman conjured up by the ribald multi-pseudo Ben Franklin to rail
against hoop petticoats. I shall seek her out in the bloggersphere as Mickey One. Dalì was
unpromiscuous and exclusive to Bob and Table Talk. But I digress.
Yes, silence and the greater good. You wish to cast me as Marceau to your Bentham? You seem to be
implying to everyone here that my selfish timorous wishes blind me to the greater good. I trust they
have noted who it was who lullabyed the great host while he lay dying and the blog was in its usual
uproar, and who it was who since he died has posted three times words and pictures in pursuit of the
precise greater good that I am now accused of neglecting. And who it was who objected to the flurry of
surreptitious incursions made by Claire as soon as the man who rejected and expelled her had died and
lay unburied. And of course I hope they have noted who it was who violently attacked me for defending
the blog the late host and family, and who vociferously defended her misconduct and who now makes
polite and earnest request of the person on whom he visited that savage outburst.
So Fedallah, I ask again What are you doing, and why? Why are you so drawn to conflict that even now
as we head for the vents and scramble for the lifeboats, you want to pit one against the other? Is that
the final order of your business here? Just get on with helping with the winding up and stop being such
an intellectual fop. I love you, but I am not your fag. Do your own dirty work.