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Loneliness When Not Alone,
this is a critique by Ct. Pf. Joseph A. Uphoff, Jr.
 

Gothica, Written by Sebastian Gutierrez, Director, Mathieu Kassovitz, Director Of Photography, Matthew Libatique,
 
Starring Halle Berry, Penelope Cruz, Robert Downey, Jr.,
 
R, DVD 2003, Color, 98 Minutes, English, French, Spanish Subtitles, ISBN 0-7907-8273-1,
 
Columbia Pictures, Distributed by Warner Home Video, Inc., 4000 Warner Blvd., Burbank, CA 91522.
 
Client: Perception // Delusional Matrix // Paranoia : Paranormal _ Ghostly _ Supernatural // Time Changing Space (Apportation) .
 
Although it was shown that Dr. Grey loved her husband, they seemed to be mismatched.  He was very much larger; she was a petit beauty.  Her concern for the beaten child in the road brought the clue that linear time had departed into the disjunctions of her delusional state.
 
This state was partly accelerated by her professional environment and partly by her ironic environment where the professional ranks had been infiltrated by a criminal element, blooded characters whose drama hid a nature made sinister by the thought that larger, diabolical forces compelled them.
 
Arising from a catatonia to amnesia, she was told that she had murdered her husband, and this news report shocked her profoundly.  However, a subconscious intuition lead her to a discovery and the rescue of a kidnap victim, a girl she saw her husband had been molesting in a viedo dungeon.
 
She was not yet free because she could not recognize the difference between her natural, emotional paranoia and the deception with derangement projected as a delusion by other parties, the ultimate Conflict of Interest.  The extortion was a subtle frame up.  The group attack in the shower seemed to be a hallucination but was not.  This was the point at which Dr. Grey realized that a conspiracy was generating against her which might contain oppressed victims actually on her side.
 
Finding the inmate rape by the sheriff cleared up the enigma in a way that left the psychiatrist ascendant, but the process of psycho analysis had developed into a personal individuation, an investigation into the realm of disillusionment.  She had seen the evidence proceed from psychic to psychological and from mental to physical violence.
 
The mental violence being physical, she could only anticipate that the physical disjunctions were actual; this did not subjectively compromise the evidence.  By means of her ethics, she maintained her courage and righteous behavior in a professionally violent, contained area.
 
How could there be a theme amidst the terror of warping time?  She experienced a sequence of irrational events, nonsequiturs, and flash backs both imaginary and literal.  Things were disconnected, and the logic of one comprehenison was not continued by subsequent, perceptual understanding.  Remembering events, she was once again in them.
 
The telepathic echo between her premonitions and the villainous actions was exceeded by the sounds of the deranged, transcendent space of her continuum so that her realizations included the facts that she had not done what time said she had done; she had no recollections, and she continued with the concluding nonlinear, ghostly event.
 
Considering paranoia as the spectal perception of an existential field, the induction by spirits using communication and resonation (teleportation) could exaggerate delusionment from mental to empirical action.  It could be considered apportation that the predestined course of the various inertial constants, such as marriage or official duty, and the momenta of accomplished inculcation were deflected through the implementation of plots made powerful by numerous pawns.
 
The subtle terror realized in the course of this story was with response to the reading of signs.  There were oppressions, compulsions, disjunctions, and accusations.  Those who were in retreat were both supernatually and socially frightened.
 
The force of predicaments compelled the psychiatrist to behave in a way she, herself believed to be psychotic, such as the escapes against her colleagues.  This was the threshold of her subjective individuation as she began to realize that time was nonlinear if not miraculously then ominously.  Fuelled by attention deficit, the autistic content of introversion amplified the subtle disjunctions of the mechanical field that affected her sensees, both deliberately and autonomously.  This was the hypnotic pathology.  It became obvious that there were problems of a military nature in dealing with the mentally ill.  Their illenss was not personal shortcoming; it was simpply defeat in combat, a transient condition for the lucky few or the skillful elite of such an ephermeral condition in space and time.
 
These were people who believed in spirits and visions as they practiced demonically or, in response, self defensively.  The reasult was very macabre.  None of the participants was alone.

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The Coast Of The Contingency
by Ct. Pf. Joseph A. Uphoff, Jr.
 
Triggered by the descending weight
as the stretcher collapsed beneath
the whirring gears, the new landscape
 
colored their thought with patio
 
furniture beside the glowing coals
and the aquamarine water.  Entrance
to the brightness of the stars, these
smoothing planes responded to the leverage
of splines that gashed the center of dark
 
comfort.  It was touching the ripple,
on the waves of turquoise sheared
by the humming machinery, elaborate
 
with lace.  Extension to the edge
brought the middle of the sign
its emptiness, and it glared into
 
the contemptuous face of the clock.
 
By the circular design of the pool,
the eye, with tranquility, wistfully,
was gazing into the still fantasy
of contemplation and, derived
therefrom, the concentrated image
of acceptable traansference.  Like
a projector, the alarm scattered its
image across the bricks of the wall.
These stones of drama conveyed,
to the gathered attention, small
 
vestiges of the logic of form so that
 
all could partake of the faceted
light and the warmth in the air.
The intensity of the scene above
the horizon was humble in regard
 
to the tendons of the neck so that, in reply,
 
a message was sent from the song
of conversations pouring like
a waterfall beneath the shade
of the great, old trees.  The glass
 
was filling with the paper of
white, glowing bright with snow
flakes or the petals of heated
 
flowers and the clover of straightened
roads, the model of a wild
 
land there, where the house was
 
built with hand tools.  Dreaming
of boots with the rough leather
of dry prairie grass and the
galloping tires of dusty jeeps,
 
he wanted to go into the forest
in the cold, misty weather.  She
wanted to burn the sticks beneath
 
the old kettle and to smell the tendrils
of acrid smoke escaping
into the shifting breeze.  They
 
were wearing the flannel shirts,
or they were looking down into glasses
of crushed ice, watching the icicles
drip water onto the damp concrete
 
of the patio.  They were serene,
but the numbers of the dial scowled
watching the minutes and the seconds
cascade into the depths
of the rapids and the canyons of
the sand castles untamed along the shore.

This article contributed by Jane Turner.

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