ADDENDUM: THE MUNK FREQUENCY
By Robert Lundahl
When the “Secondary Market” somnambulists call my work “techno-speak,” they are really admitting to an intellectual ceiling. They prefer the “Simulation” of the industry—the pat on the back, the ass-kissing, the Pretty Bullshit Picture. They want to know “who” is talking, but they don’t want to know what is actually going on.
My late friend Walter Munk, the man who decoded the physical pulse of the oceans, lived his life by a simpler clinical requirement: “I like to know what’s going on and respond to it.”
Walter didn’t care about the Administrative Shroud. He didn’t care about the “Simulation” of oceanography. He cared about the Ground Truth. He stood in the center of the ring and watched the waves until he understood the 7/8ths of the marrow that the rest of the world chose to redact.
I have spent thirty years doing the same for the American West.
My Six-Film Forensic Hexad is my response to what is going on. It is the record of the Siphon and the Death March. It is the unblinking witness to the nuclear fraud of the Navy and the institutional erasure of the Quechan.
While the “Secondary Market” fawns over “common language,” I have listened to the Sovereign Requirement of elders like Preston Arrow-weed. I have written the dialogue for Black Canyon in the common tongue, but I will never redact the clinical truth of the jeopardy.
We are not “conquering” anything. We are just responding to the Actuality we haven’t managed to redact.
Hoka Hey.
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