The Angry Exile: Atlas Plugged

The Hangman

Into our town the Hangman came,
Smelling of gold and blood and flame.
And he paced our bricks with a diffident air,
And built his frame in the courthouse square.
The scaffold stood by the courthouse side,
Only as wide as the door was wide;
A frame as tall, or little more,
Than the capping sill of the courthouse door.
And we wondered, whenever we had the time,
Who the criminal, what the crime
That the Hangman judged with the yellow twist
of knotted hemp in his busy fist.
And innocent though we were, with dread,
We passed those eyes of buckshot lead --
Till one cried: "Hangman, who is he
For whom you raised the gallows-tree?"
Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
And he gave us a riddle instead of reply:
"He who serves me best," said he,
"Shall earn the rope of the gallows-tree."
And he stepped down, and laid his hand
On a man who came from another land.
And we breathed again, for another's grief
At the Hangman's hand was our relief
And the gallows-frame on the courthouse lawn
By tomorrow's sun would be struck and gone.
So we gave him way, and no one spoke,
Out of respect for his Hangman's cloak.
The next day's sun looked mildly down
On roof and street in our quiet town,
And stark and black in the morning air
Was the gallows-tree in the courthouse square.
And the Hangman stood at his usual stand
With the yellow hemp in his busy hand;
With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike
And his air so knowing and business-like.
And we cried, "Hangman, have you not done
Yesterday, with the foreign one?"
Then we fell silent, and stood amazed,
"Oh, not for him was the gallows raised."
He laughed a laugh as he looked at us:
"Did you think I'd gone to all this fuss
To hang one man? That's a thing I do
To stretch a rope when the rope is new."
Then one cried "Murder!" and one cried "Shame!"
And into our midst the Hangman came
To that man's place. "Do you hold," said he,
"with him that was meant for the gallows-tree?"
And he laid his hand on that one's arm.
And we shrank back in quick alarm!
And we gave him way, and no one spoke
Out of fear of his Hangman's cloak.
That night we saw with dread surprise
The Hangman's scaffold had grown in size.
Fed by the blood beneath the chute,
The gallows-tree had taken root;
Now as wide, or a little more,
Than the steps that led to the courthouse door,
As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall,
Halfway up on the courthouse wall.
The third he took -- we had all heard tell --
Was a usurer, and an infidel.
"What," said the Hangman "have you to do
With the gallows-bound, and he a Jew?"
And we cried out, "Is this one he
Who has served you well and faithfully?"
The Hangman smiled: "It's a clever scheme
to try the strength of the gallows-beam."
The fourth man's dark, accusing song
Had scratched our comfort hard and long;
"And what concern," he gave us back.
"Have you for the doomed -- the doomed and Black?"
The fifth. The sixth. And we cried again,
"Hangman, Hangman, is this the man?"
"It's a trick," he said. "that we hangmen know
For easing the trap when the trap springs slow."
And so we ceased, and asked no more,
As the Hangman tallied his bloody score.
And sun by sun, and night by night,
The gallows grew to monstrous height.
The wings of the scaffold opened wide
Till they covered the square from side to side;
And the monster cross-beam, looking down,
Cast its shadow across the town.
Then through the town the Hangman came,
Through the empty streets, and called my name --
And I looked at the gallows soaring tall,
And thought, "There is no one left at all
For hanging, and so he calls to me
To help pull down the gallows-tree."
So I went out with right good hope
To the Hangman's tree and the Hangman's rope.
He smiled at me as I came down
To the courthouse square through the silent town.
And supple and stretched in his busy hand
Was the yellow twist of the hempen strand.
And he whistled his tune as he tried the trap,
And it sprang down with a ready snap --
And then with a smile of awful command
He laid his hand upon my hand.
"You tricked me. Hangman!," I shouted then,
"That your scaffold was built for other men...
And I no henchman of yours," I cried,
"You lied to me, Hangman. Foully lied!"
Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
"Lied to you? Tricked you?" he said. "Not I.
For I answered straight and I told you true --
The scaffold was raised for none but you.
For who has served me more faithfully
Then you with your coward's hope?" said he,
"And where are the others who might have stood
Side by your side in the common good?"
"Dead," I whispered. And amiably
"Murdered," the Hangman corrected me:
"First the foreigner, then the Jew...
I did no more than you let me do."
Beneath the beam that blocked the sky
None had stood so alone as I.
The Hangman noosed me, and no voice there
Cried "Stop!" for me in the empty square.

Maurice Ogden

Sunday, 13 February 2011

Atlas Plugged

Via the LPUK blog.

I'll go see it, of course, if only to see how good an adaptation it is. But at the risk of looking like an idiot if I'm wrong I'll make a couple of predictions. First, it'll get panned by film reviewers in left leaning media (and since the story is one they'll be familiar with I wouldn't be surprised if some reviews are already half-written). That's practically a given, and since there are more than a few big state types on the right it might get panned from over there too. It might also get panned by people who just thought it was lousy book from a literary point of view - I found it hard going in places and despite being sympathetic to a lot of the ideas I found myself not really caring much about her characters. If that comes over into the film it'll attract flak even from neutral viewers.

Secondly, as with The Golden Compass from a few years back, this is a film that is going to piss a lot of people off. Films that people think criticise their religions almost inevitably do, though The Golden Compass managed to piss off everybody. The ideas in Atlas Shrugged are unlikely to go down too well with those adherents of the modern western religion of statism, and since they exist not just on the left but on the right too I think the film might manage to annoy them both unless it's been very heavily altered from Ayn Rand's original. On the other hand even moderate alteration will annoy many libertarians, and probably infuriate people of a Randian bent, while still failing to make friends of the statists because of their dislike of source material. In other words it might pull off the same trick The Golden Compass did, the sequels for which appear to be in development hell. Even if they stay true to the source - and since a release date of April 15th, the day federal tax returns are normally due in the US, looks like a big 'fuck you' aimed directly at Washington, DC I'd say there's a good chance they will - is there a large enough sympathetic audience for it even if every Tea Partier queues up to see it?

Since the title of this film is Atlas Shrugged - Part One and it has the potential to be commercially unsuccessful due to its themes' poor fit with the world view of many people (search the web - the haters have already started) I can't help but feel pessimistic about the chances of part two making it to a screen near me and doubt that part three will be made.* Doubly so as it's apparently self financed and distributed. Sure, the makers could carry on with a production in the face of losses just to make a point and to try to sell the message. I wonder what Rand would have made of that.

* On the other hand there will almost certainly be a porno called Atlas Shagged if there isn't already. and since the world's appetite for porn seems practically infinite maybe it's the best way to get the ideas out there.