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A couple of months ago I sat down with a mic and recorded some thoughts on the Star Wars franchise and its history.
You could say some aspects are really out there. But let me ask you: aren't many of the things said about it, by fans and critics alike, very, very out there, too? 
Isn't the the basis of Star Wars really, really out there?

I could call it "Star Wars: looking back - if I were George Lucas - which I am not". 

It's up to you if you take the things I say as factual statements - I don't. And if you get all mad at me - that's your choice. 

If nothing else, this session goes to show how it saddens me that something I have loved since I was a little kid has become a source of so much bile amongst the so-called 'real SW fans'.  
I do not think that's what Lucas had envisioned 40-ish years ago... 

The other day I made a transcript of that recording, which you can find here.

 

You can also listen to the recording here:

https://youtu.be/rNGVwykbXc4   

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Thoughts on Star Wars - A Transcript

So, let's see, how does this work...

Lucas had a dream. A dream about crazy stories with crazy figures, from places far away, far, far beyond where anyone could imagine.

So... He saw:

All the books I have read. All the stories I've told. People started loosing interest into that.
They, they don't listen. They, don't read. But, they really like the pictures. They love them. 
All the funky stuff, and bleeps and bloops.

He put his life's vision, his view on humanity, existence out there. And named it "Wars". Because that's all he saw. Throughout his life, wars.

The only thing that changed, probably since his, he was born or childhood or earlier days, I don't know at what point that changed for him. 
But one thing that changed, is wars were not on ground anymore. Or in the ocean. They were up there. Up there. In a place that as far as he can tell is as far away as the stars. 
That's what he saw. 

That's why he named it Star Wars. 

We all know how the rest of that trilogy went. I think his titles speak for themselves. If you actually think what he's trying to say. 

That he thought, it's gonna get better.

They're gonna get it. 

They got it. 

The force, it's not something tangible. Obi-Wan was very, very clear about that. It's a feeling. An emotion. A connection. A relation. 
Between us and everything else. And unless we're in touch with that, we're not in touch with anything. Anything, but, maybe, maybe with ourselves.  
And if we get too in touch with ourselves, when we are getting opinionated, and entitled, 'cause we,  we know we're right. 
We know. We thought about it. Long and hard. 

That's. That's how. We become Sith. When we say "this". This! This! This! And nothing else is right. You're fucking retard if you think "this" or "that" or "anything else" is more
important than anything else. It's all the same. It's existence. It's there. That's what they mean when they say "space and time is the same."

It's not two separate things. It's two things combined. Two, for you, for the human mind tangible things combined. 

When, I dunno, you just need something. Some thing to tell you: this is it. It's again the "thing". The "thing!" 

The same thing with religion. It's a thing. "That". "It". "Him/Her/They". Whatever the fuck. 

It's not about what, whoever the story told you. Because that was an idea some crazy person on day had and said 'I want to tell this crazy story, with these crazy characters and crazy events. 
It's gonna be a fucking, I dunno, spectacular. And in that story I want to tell how I feel about life. These characters represent aspects of life. 
Evil. Good. And everything that lies between those sides. 

And because we have evil. And because we have good. There's never, ever going to be something like "this" which is better than "that". Because "this" and "that" are "good" and "evil".
That's as good a definition of anything there will ever be. That's what Stanley Kubrick meant when he put a stupid joking soldier in the middle of a battlefield talking to some, I dunno, 
high-ranking shithead asking him: 'what does that mean?' He said 'the duality of man'. 
That's why people like Lucas and Kubrick are geniuses. 

After some time Lucas saw 'they really like Star Wars and stuff'. That they really like stupid characters. I'm, pretty sure they don't get the message. 
I mean, there's no, nothing I can see that humanity as a whole gets it. Because, uhm, because they're stupid? I dunno. 
They watch my movies, and they, think it's entertainment. It's fun. I dunno. Kids thought Jar Jar Binks was funny. Everyone else thought 'it's the worst thing ever'.

15 years later. It's the same thing. Humanity has still not learned one bit. That Jar Jar Binks is basically most of them. All the thing. All the people who say he's stupid or funny.
Jar Jar Binks is them. He's just a fucking idiot. Talking crap. And thinking just because he has the ability to speak makes him smart. 
Separates him from, I dunno, the monkey or the rock or a fucking tree. 
Jar Jar Binks is you, if you do not understand what I mean. 

He had a smart guy telling him exactly that: just because you could talk doesn't make you not stupid. 

Jar Jar didn't learn. So, Lucas kinda got rid of him. Sort of. I think. And, tried other things.

And then...

Other people continued his work. He sold it off. Because he saw that's what's, it is to them: a gigantic franchise. My life's work. 
And there are almost no people who understand a single thing I was trying to tell for, what?, 30, 40, 50 years? I'm so fucking bored with them. 
I gave everything and more. Everything. And you know what? Now, I am just gonna sell it to the highest bidder. Don't care who it is. 
Because it's all about money anyways. 
So, I'm just taking what I get and I'll fuck off. Go. Hide away. From all the monkeys that think they, just because they can fee..., speak they're more and just fucking worms with a mouth and
a couple of legs. But somewhere. Somewhere along the way. The brain got put in the side. I dunno. I dunno, how you guys do that. I don't fucking know. 

And, uhm, it gets worse. It gets a lot worse. 
They made. They made this movie. Opinions were split. Because again, all of you we're like "this", "no, that", "no, this", "no, that". 
And no one was like "hey, what'd you think he's trying to say? With this movie?"

And then came another fucking weirdo, a guy I never heard of. I learnt he makes, or made other movies or other cinematic stuff. But, I never saw any of it. But, somehow the fact that, err, Last Jedi
by some people I like well received, I thought "okay, this may be good". And I watched episodes VII and VIII. I liked parts of it, but not others. Of The Last Jedi.     
And, err, earlier today, I was having a conversation with Luke and Yoda and talked a bit about their lives:
"Luke, what... Why did you go there? Like, why did you do the same thing that Yoda did all these years ago? What? What did you try to find there? In the nothingness? Where there's nothing and no one, 
just some creatures that don't have much more to say than anyone else. 
Well, at least they usually give you a break. Leave you alone. And you can walk away and they don't pester you for the rest of your life. And if you tell them 'fuck off'. Or throw a stone. 
They will fuck off and not throw back a stone. Because they understand you want to be left alone.

Most people, pretty much everyone I met does not have such a dignified and respectful manner as a stupid bird. 
Because most people just don't get the difference between "I want to be left alone" or "I want to talk to you". 
I don't want to blabla and chitchat. Because, in my personal opinion, it's just really boring. It just doesn't really add anything to it. It's just something that is. You can't change it.

On it's own the sun shines. 

Snow falls. 

I rather talk about what I can do in the sun, if I want to. Or what I can do in the snow, if I want to. 

But, say 'it sucks'? Nah, please. Talk about your salad. Why you put what you put in there. Why you like it. What you combined. I am interested about that - and not what it looks like. 

So, anyways, Luke told me, many, many things. I wrote some of them down earlier this afternoon, on my homepage. 

Err, it's uh, a story, I called it 'Fans' you can read these details there, so I wont go into that here. But, err, where I want to go with this one, what I didn't mention there is that just like Yoda
and, to some extent, Obi-Wan, and, to some extent, Luke, Rian Johnson see himself as the last of their kind. That's why he named it The Last Jedi. 
He saw it as a representation of everything he learnt in his life. The ways of the force. The good and the evil. And the way most people interact with whatever is between that. 

And then, one fucking day, this stupid girl shows up. 
He's busy with doing things. Important things. Things that matter to him. Like eating. And thinking. And walking around, to think better. Because it frees up the mind. He's doing important things.

This stupid kid shows up and says: 'Hey, here. I think you lost this.' 

But rather than saying: 'Err... Are you really, really, really, really, really, really, really so stupid that you think that the most powerful in the history of the universe - at least that's what you 
guys claim - d'you really think, this guy, goes away to a lonely island and would take the 'thing' with him, unless it somehow represented something he cherished? 
It was on purpose, that he no clue where the lightsabre was. Because it didn't matter where the lightsabre was. No one cares. It was his. And he, stopped caring about it. 
And everyone else does not understand what it represents to him. Why he wouldn't want it. Why he'd never looked for it. Took it with him. Like it was some kind of treasure. Something magical. 
That's why he burned the books. Or wanted to. At least. 

When Luke lost all hope. Everything in life was gone. His parents. His family. Everything. Just something in the past. And, uhm, uncle Owen and Aunt Beru. Dead. Massacres. For what? For him? 

And he goes where the smartest guy he's ever met tells him to go. Because the smart old guy knows what he's talking about. Luke knows this much. He learned that from the old guy. 
Because, I dunno, he's an old guy? Its's a kinda old man-gray-hair-kinda-beardy-kinda-bag-coat-not-traditional-clothing-kind-of-type-complex? I don't know if Luke had that.
But either way, he somehow believed the old man. Followed his words. 
He travelled to Dagobah. 
To find something that was a hell of a lot smarter than the old guy, who was the smartest thing ever. 

And he found something. 

Someone. 

Not what he was looking for. 

I guess Luke was looking for a man that was even older and wiser and had a bigger beard. That was a lot smarter than the younger slightly less smart guy. 

And from the second they meet. 

Everything. 

Everything! 

Every single word. Syllable. Every letter. Every punctuation mark. That comes out of Yoda's mouth is poetry. It's not a weird dialect. Or a strange way of talking.

I don't know the lines from the top of my head. 

But I now know they are, in my opinion, George Lucas saying: 'Hey, look, you idiots, I am a poet as well. And you are so stupid and you will never understand that'.
Unless some fucking asshole on the internet is going to explain it to you.' 

And well, here we are. 

And, yeah, so that's that. 

What did Luke do?

He does what all of you do:

He listens. 

Or so he thinks. 

He feels pain. 

And suffering. 

Because that's what listening does. It confronts you. It makes you feel. 

And Luke says: 'No. No, no, no, no. This really sucks. I want none of it. I have a much, much, much, much, much better idea: 
I need to do "this". And I don't care what he smartest creature in the universe says to that. 
Because I know I'm right. I know what I have to do. Because, I dunno... I'm a white guy? I am not just some creature. Some, I dunno, furry, deformed thing with funny ears and funny talks. 
Because I'm a man. A human being. I must know better than any thing that is not. 
Luke is a man. He plays the role of a man. Because the person who wrote him, George Lucas, was a man. It was a representation of him, in the struggle of the world. 
Just like I'm just another guy, who feels the same way about the things he sees in the world. 

My views on religion are: Jediism, no council. No nothing. 

People went to Yoda not because he was the oldest or smartest or greenest or shortest or whatever characteristics you prefer, like most about him. 
Because you must like something about him. 

Because of all that...

...that is why Yoda gave up.

When he said: 'Fuck me. This kid. This Luke-guy. He was born with a name to walk the skies. If he doesn't listen. He's my best bet.
Err.. I... Ther... There's nothing left. No. He... He was the guy. I waited for like 800 years for someone halfway decent. 
And, turns out, he's halfway decent. His father was like quarter-decent, maybe. I didn't really do the math. It doesn't matter. 
But Luke Skywalker, was at best, nothing more than a halfway decent Jedi. 
That is what Yoda concluded. And said: 'Okay, fuck off. Do what... Do with me whatever the fuck you want. I. Don't. Care. 

And that's maybe why Yoda became such a clown in the sequels. Like many other things. Because everyone thought it will be really, really, to see Yoda fight. 
Even though one of the first things Yoda told Luke, err, being a Jedi warrior, being great at what you do, has fuck all to do with fighting.  
And because you didn't get it, I'm just going to rub your fucking face in it. 

And, the joke's on you. I'll piss myself laughing until someone figures it out. 

Because it's just, it's just so ironic, isn't it?

You're all so sure about understanding it. 

Because in the last five you watched the movies a million times. 

Lucas probably made the movies for kids because he thought:
'if they get it. At a young age. They can do better. Can live with respect and morals, for each other. And search their feelings. And know that they're true.'

I've searched my feelings. I know that they're true. 

Nothing here is made up. It sounds speculative. If you, just for a second, think, you must be right and I must be wrong. Simply on the grounds that disagree with you. 
But, err, look out the window. So much for that. 

And as far as I know, the only person who ever got it, was Johnson. Straight as. 

He took all his good ideas, made a story. I mean it, it starts off. There's fucking rebellion kid, again, the representation of the person. The people keep writing this story. 

And he saw: 'Okay, I've this story. It's not long enough yet. Let's have some fun. Because, I enjoy this story actually. I enjoyed writing it. I'm not interested in seeing it afterwards.
Because, err, it has nothing to offer me anymore. The story. I want to tell it to people. 
And, for kicks and giggles, it's kind of, err, payback-time-thing. Like in a literal sense of the word: payback plus time. 

While I'm telling my story. On the big screen. I'm going to deliberately waste everyone's time. By taking them for a stupid joy-ride. To some fucking casino place. 
Because, well, that's what we do in life: we go to casinos. 
And when the casinos were not good enough anymore. And a bit impractical, to just randomly throw out our money in exchange for nothing but cheap thrills, and well, financial hardship 
and misery and family problems and social issues that come with the result of gambling addiction and similar things. 
Let's make it a casino. And we make as fucked and nuts as the online gambling and micro-transaction and blahdiblah landscape we're living in. 
The landscape where, I dunno, some crazy guy with a dream, a crazy idea, a crazy story, lived. 
He wanted to put that in, just to say: 'Look, guys, fuckheads, you're so fucking stupid. You will not understand it, and that's again, just for my personal amusement. 
You're so fucking stupid. That the only reason I'm doing it is that, for once in my life, I want you to waste your time on some stupid cause like "save this" or "save that" - because you
think "this" or "that" is more important than the rest. Because you focus on that "thing" and you think "thing" is better than everything else. 
I'm gonna waste your time watching what you did pretty much my whole life to me. 
And just like for the most time when I wasted your money and time, I am going to get rich. 
Not Lucas-rich. Because I don't have to. But rich enough that I will be able to spend the rest of my life knowing I can afford to not listen to anyone's crap. 

I mean, fucking Twitter and general media mess he got at the time certainly proved he was right.

They didn't understand why they're pissed off. Because they were too stupid to understand he's ridiculing them. 

So they're stupider than he thinks or as stupid as he thinks, I don't know. But they're definitely very, very far away on the stupid-scale. 
Err, yeah, so that's that. 
And that was Jediism as a concept to him I guess. 

Because he knew, just like Lucas, when he came back and said: 'Alright, Y2K and all that. Uhm, I am giving this another shot. And, Rian gave it one shot. I don't know how that worked out, 
like contract-stuff and it. But, err, I am very, very thankful that he did. Because there are very few movies that on their own did that. 
But I think that's mostly because that movie has so much backstory. A backstory that is, well, pretty much as old as I am. 
Earlier this afternoon said: 'Ever since I was born there's not been another good Star Wars movie but Last Jedi.'

I've not seen the most recent one, because I never felt I had to. Everything I see when I turn on the internet tells me what I need: you're still fucked in the head.

So, yeah, I dunno, where does that leave us? 

Well, one theory I had is that calling it The Last Jedi is basically clickbait. Which may be coincidence. 'cause when he wrote he may not have known that clickbait was really a thing.  
That if you say "this" and what you actually see inside is not that. 

Rian Johnson - you're not the Last Jedi, mate. 

And neither am I. 

But then again, as everyone else knows, or at least claims, and memes, and fights about, hindsight is very, very insightful. 

You can learn a lot, if you just take the time and read.

In the present, read people. If you look back, read art. 

For me, books, mostly. Since I was born. Since I learnt to read I just ate books. Completely different ones. Crazier and crazier ones. 
 
I loved music. But for the emotion that music gives. And the feelings. That the literature, the poetry they bring. 

It's not entertainment. 

It's art. It touches. It moves. It breaks. It shows. 

If only you listen. 

It's my firm believe that's why some works of art are so fucking ridiculously expensive. 

Because, I dunno, if someone like Da Vinci made a painting. It's not it's really, really good. Or well-made or spectacular. 

It's because the person who buys it knows...

ah... fuck me... 

...that person knows: 
if this painting was good enough that Da Vinci said:
'Here, world, I drew this, I hope you like it'

...that it must be something very fucking precious to him, because otherwise he'd not put his genius in it. 

Just like Lucas. Just like Johnson. Just like me. 

You fucking morons. 

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