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       MARK OF THE MOLE (Project of the Week for 23rd of January)
       By: moleshow Date: January 23, 2017, 9:04 am
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       you know the deal.
       also, i guess i should probably explain that as of today, any
       Project of the Week threads will be closed after that week has
       passed. feel free to open up new threads to discuss a project
       that is currently no longer "featured" at any time, though.
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       Re: PROJECT OF THE WEEK (23rd of January): MARK OF THE MOLE
       By: moleshow Date: January 27, 2017, 12:21 am
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       so what do i have to say about Mark of the Mole? countless
       things. why was it chosen? because it is relevant.
       the primary aspect of this album that works really well for me
       is that while it does not observe and comment on one specific
       event, it observes and describes events and feelings that repeat
       countless times. the Moles and the Chubs have a dynamic that is
       not difficult to relate to, whether you feel like you work down
       below or take advantage of opportunity above or both.
       the mentality of the Chubs and how they view the Moles is what
       strikes me as most relevant. the Moles suffer due to a disaster,
       and the Chubs see this terrible misfortune as an opportunity.
       why not exploit an entire race of people? 100,000 refugees. but
       their mentality is that the Moles will never wise up to their
       exploitation. the Chubs see the Moles as being too religious,
       too devoted, too unaware of luxury to know that they are being
       treated unfairly. inevitably, the Chubs grow terribly, terribly
       anxious. paranoid. they fear that in such large numbers, a
       Mohelmot revolt is inevitable. they spread Ugly Rumors about the
       Moles, because they long for a justification for their fear,
       even when they are to blame. of course, when the Scientist, an
       outlier Chub who resembles neither a Mole nor a Chub solves this
       with the best of intentions, she simply brings the problems to a
       head.
       the Chubs cease to have a use for the Moles. so now they've got
       all these angry Moles who just want to be left alone and for the
       Chubs to stop being terrible, and the Chubs are absolutely full
       of fear and hatred for these people. they tell the Moles that
       they want nothing from them other than for them to die out. why?
       because the Chubs can no longer use them. they saw and see the
       Moles as objects to do work. but the Moles are an emotional,
       spiritual people. and they are now filled with hatred, a
       powerful, POWERFUL emotion. they offer no pity, no tenderness to
       their oppressors. they warn of the utility in motivating action
       that their hatred contains. their hatred has life. Moles are not
       a people that hate easily, but hate when they must. the Chubs
       are unable to shed themselves of the mentality that The Other is
       different and therefore dangerous if they are not being
       exploited. the Moles hold no such belief. they are open to life
       as it passes through them, and they generally stay hopeful about
       their circumstances. they do not assume, but they learn.
       their unity and dedication is what makes them a danger to the
       Chubs.
       and so a war arises. of course, nothing is achieved. the Chubs
       were consistently unwilling to think of the consequences of
       using an entire race, simply because they could use the cheap
       labor. so they must be at war, and the conflict, as far as we
       know, achieves nothing but places seeds of hatred and fear that
       grow only more difficult to remove.
       while this technically extends to The Big Bubble, it is shown
       that the oppressors only continue to try and silence the Moles,
       down to outlawing their language. but that only makes the
       language a tool of revolt. silly Chubs!
       i'm really into how Moles describe hatred, though.
       [quote]Hatred has hunger and hatred has eyes,
       Hatred has purpose and hatred has size,
       Hatred has honor but hatred hates lies![/quote]
       [quote]Hatred has dignity, hatred is clear,
       Hatred has courage and hatred is dear,
       Hatred has virtue and hatred is here![/quote]
       it is living, and it knows of the injustices that our
       hole-workers faced. i love the Moles so much.
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       Re: PROJECT OF THE WEEK (23rd of January): MARK OF THE MOLE
       By: CheerfulHypocrite Date: January 28, 2017, 8:12 pm
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       Beneath Edge Hill, near Overbury Street, in Liverpool there is
       an extensive network of tunnels constructed by Joseph
       Williamson. ‘The Mole of Edge Hill’. Little is known of
       Williamson’s early life. Perhaps born in Warrington in 1769;
       moving to Liverpool about 1780 to seek his fortunewith the
       tobacco firm of Richard Tate. Rising  to become a successful
       businessman and married Elizabeth Tate in 1802. Around 1805 he
       built a number of properties in Mason Street.
       The gardens and orchards behind them were supported by brick
       arches on the sandstone outcrop above Smithdown Lane. He then
       began extending these arches underground almost continuously
       until his death in 1840. The favoured explanation is
       philanthropy. Struck by unemployment, poverty and the returning
       Napoleonic Wars soldiers, he improved their situation by
       providing with paid employment. A competing explanation is that
       Williamson, a deeply religious man, was involved in an extremist
       religious sect. Sectarian cults were common in Liverpool at the
       time. According to this, the labyrinth was delved as a place in
       which he and his fellow believers could escape Armageddon.
       It may be quite simply that following the death of his wife,
       obsessive devotion to tunnelling provided solace.
       The Mole of Edge Hill had something in common with the Mohelmot:
       deep dark, friendly holes.
       [center]
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       The Mole of Edge Hill, like the Mohelmot, created something
       incredibly beautiful, incredibly complex and incredibly
       mysterious.
       [center]
  HTML http://www.the-line-up.com/app/uploads/2015/12/WilliamsonTunnels_featured.jpg[/center]
       Something that you can only look into from the outside with a
       sense of wonder. Not because tunnels are incomprehensible, but
       because these particular tunnels are enigmatic.
       [center][img]
  HTML https://dobraszczyk.files.wordpress.com/2016/11/img_7612.jpg?w=700&h=466[/img][/center]
       The Mark of the Mole opens by blundering into a radio broadcast.
       A weather warning about a storm brewing. A storm within the land
       or the tunnels of the Mohelmot. It really is not clear. The
       Mohelmot are cryptic, cloaked subterranean figures. The radio
       broadcast we blunder into give snippets of song
       [center][quote]
       People should be left alone
       Unless they have a happy home.
       [/quote][/center]
       Which end quickly, as though Mohelmot Culture is not given to
       effulgence of joy. Instead they prefer the practical. The dour
       and the reliably regular.
       [quote]
       ...to partly cloudy. The central part of the country, especially
       the Pit area, currently has clear skies but that condition could
       soon change due to an unusual influx of unseasonably cool winds
       sweeping down into the infamous Pit heat. Meanwhile here on the
       west coast the weather has continued much as it has for the last
       week.
       [/quote]
       Yet, endlessly, the presence of emotion and feelings between
       Mohelmot, surface from the tunnels within the body of each
       Mohelmot. In surfacing, they become a kind of song.
       [center]
       [quote]
       When it was back when
       We would not pretend
       We were only friends.
       [/quote][/center]
       But always the Mohelmot return to the practicalities of the Pit.
       [quote]
       We interrupt our regular program for this special
       announcement...
       Our telometer is reporting that a large storm has developed in
       the vicinity of the Pit area.
       Any travellers who might be headed towards that distant region
       are encouraged to delay further plans until this storm has
       passed.
       [/quote]
       Quite clearly, the narration follows the style of the 1956 film
       The Mole People which outlines a subterranean culture of
       Sumerian albinos that keep mutant humanoid mole men as their
       slaves to harvest mushrooms. Perhaps it was foreshadowing of
       later works. Perhaps, merely fortuitous. The Residents' Mohelmot
       go further than the Mole of Mason Street or the Mole People of
       Virgil W. Vogel. These are an entire culture whose sole passions
       are seriousness, darkness and working. These are a people who
       would be deemed abject by any culture that values leisure in any
       form. The Mohelmot are unperturbed by their lack of joy: they
       have the rapture of working which amounts to the touch of the
       divine.
       [quote]
       God of the nightfall,
       God of the shade,
       God of the deep it's you whose made
       All of the evening,
       all of the night,
       All of the motion without light.
       God of the darkness,
       God of the soul,
       God of the deep dark friendly hole;
       God of the unseen, cloudy and dim;
       God of the hiding hear this hymn:
       Won't you keep us working - working, working, working;
       Won't you keep us working  - working down below.
       [/quote]
       Their work is devotion and there by the grace of their deity of
       darkness. To work is to be in a state of ecstatic grace. Which
       is not, in a religious sense, a trivial state of being. It is
       the expression of the immanent deity. Mohelmot society is
       bounded by stone. Disaster comes in the form of a Flood. Which
       hints at the other elements - Fire and Air. The Voices in the
       Air and the Fire of Cry for the Fire of the much later Kula
       Bocca.
       In Mark of the Mole both the Mohelmot and the Chubs are
       anonymous. This is a tale with the sweep of history. It is not
       personal or intimate but imbued with an infusion of personal
       emotions. The Mohelmot are not simply getting up and leaving the
       Land of the Pit. They are expelled by Water. Then seared by the
       heat of the desert - although an Observer, notes they travel by
       night. They are exiled and refugee, not simply migrants. When
       they travel to the sea bounded lands of the Chubs they are
       seeking sanctuary - asylum. The Chubs taking them in because of
       their devotional labours is nothing short of deception and
       horrifying exploitation.
       There are parallels to the Biblical Exodus of the Jews from
       Egypt; or, to Mexican Migrant workers; or, to the Dustbowl of
       the 1930s; or to the refugee and migrant crises since 2000; or,
       even, the colonisation of California after the Westward treks of
       the Great Expansion. Everything about the Mohelmot is about the
       systematic loss of culture. The darkness of Mohelmot theology is
       nowhere as powerful as the metaphoric darkness engendered by the
       Chubs. The Chubs simply consume everything: material goods,
       people, culture even the light. The darkness of the Chubs is the
       same darkness that consumes civilisations.
       The Chubs, after their happiness in welcoming the Working
       Mohelmot, become fearful of the sheer numbers and the
       possibilities that not all of them will work and then...
       ...The Scientist Builds A Machine...
       [center][quote]A machine.
       A great machine.
       I see it now.
       Creatures!
       Seek your dignity!
       Scrap metal and I shall fight, and you shall be the winner!
       [/quote][/center]
       The Scientist makes a strange and alien sort of sense. Where the
       Mohelmot had laboured devotionally and that was synonymous with
       the presence of the God Of Darkness, the labour of the Mohelmot
       for the Chubs was profane. The Scientist was, in a very
       practical way, releasing them from the profane work that
       elevated the Chubs to a life of luxury and ease. The Scientist
       is neither Chub nor Mohelmot but some kind of Outsider. Like the
       Observer, the Tired Old Man in the desert as the Mohelmot
       escaped catastrophe. Not seeking the cheap labour of the Chubs
       or the devotional labours of the Mohelmot, the Scientist creates
       a machine driven by the notions of democracy and freedom. This
       is a machine that, like the Railways that cut through Edge Hill
       and the Mole's Tunnels, changed the world for everybody.
       The Chubs have a machine that does not need welfare or, indeed,
       any kind of humane interactions. The weird and terrifying
       Mohelmot can go away now. The Chubs, never having had their
       endless desires frustrated, find that the Mohelmot are not
       simply going to pander to the desire...
       [center][quote]All we really want is for you to puke and
       die![/quote][/center]
       Instead the Mohelmot express the darkest desire possible in Chub
       Society: hatred. Not simply a hatred that lashes out but a
       living, seething, growing, changing hatred. A hatred that is
       made clearer in Don't Tread On Me - a title that alludes to the
       Gadsden Flag. It is not a hatred that can be extinguished by any
       simplistic war. Which, when the inevitable War comes, is the
       inevitable outcome.
       In the same way that the Railways transformed the world of The
       Mole of Edge Hill and his contemporaries, the Scientist's
       Machine transformed the world for the Chub and Mohelmot. The
       community of Chub was founded in the 1880s when the Texas and
       Pacific Railway was extended to Midlands County in Texas. Like
       most communities in America at that time it was a company town.
       The Railroad transformed the place. Yet, it remained a bleak
       location with little to recommend it. The labour that built it
       simply moved on - westwards. Leaving behind only the machine.
       Which is akin to the EM-U equipment that made the Mark of the
       Mole possible; and, the personal computer that, increasingly,
       made the Residents capable of being ever more anonymous. Mark of
       The Mole was a unique intersection of a lot of history. Not
       simply a simplistic tale of Worker and Employer conflict but a
       horrifying vision of what would happen after the 1980s.
       The Mark Of The Mole is not simply a story about a single group
       or community migrating; it is a narrative that takes the
       Listener into a flashing spark of history. A darkness which the
       Mohelmot crave for its comforting contact with the God Of
       Darkness whose multiple names both provide a rhythm to working
       but also an intimacy that the Chubs never achieve with their
       deity - whatever it be. The Machine and the Scientist are not
       simply plot devices for a War. If they were, the resolution
       could follow on along the broad plot of War with the Newts by
       Karel Čapek: a war for supremacy. What follows is a War
       that resolves nothing.
       When The Mark Of The Mole fades into history and The Big Bubble
       Mohelmot becomes forbidden then Zinkenite becomes the brand name
       of the Hole Working Culture. The Mark Of The Mole is a last
       sketch of a vanishing culture. As with Eskimo the Residents are
       showing the consequence of the consumption of culture itself. At
       the time, in the 1980s, the synthesised, industrial sound was
       slightly alien. Now it is a commonplace.
       Zinkenite is a steel-gray metallic sulfosalt mineral composed of
       lead antimony sulphide
       Pb[sub]9[/sub]Sb[sub]22[/sub]S[sub]42[/sub]. Zinkenite occurs in
       the ground. It is a shiny stone. A spiky stone. A stone that
       would not suffer the idiocies of the Chub.
       [center]
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       The Chub, on the other hand, is ripe for consumption.
       [center]
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       Re: PROJECT OF THE WEEK (23rd of January): MARK OF THE MOLE
       By: moleshow Date: April 20, 2017, 12:24 pm
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