The Little Mermaid

My review of a piece of sculpture I admire, with reflections on the language used:

One classical sculpture that I admire, for its beauty and romantic history, is the ‘Den Lille Havrue’. 

Originating from an 1837 fairy tale about a 15 year old girl, commissioned by a beer baron to bear the adult face of his obsession (and beautifully sculptured in bronze in 1912), the statue was finally unveiled in 1913. 

Sitting atop a rock, naked and alone, the young woman looks across to the ruinous land, thinking about the waters below, where she spent her childhood years, in a world underneath the sea.

The background harbour forms an oppressive barrier, adding more gloom to the tale, where she traded her singing voice (by removal of her tongue), for a pair of human legs – so that she could marry the prince, whom she had earlier saved from a shipwreck.

It is a sad story, because she would never marry the prince. 

She was destined to never be able to live under the sea again, and when she walked on the land, each step produced unbearable pain.

Most folklore portrays mermaids as haters of all men, luring sailors to jump into the sea, to drown.  Hans Christian Anderson changed the tables, portraying the mermaid as a heroine, and the generally accepted handsome prince as a ‘rattus rattus marinus’. 

Every year, millions of people visit ‘The Little Mermaid” (English translation) in Copenhagen, Denmark, for she is now a symbol of national strength in the face of adversity, and an inspiration for children with pure imagination.

The sculptor, Edvard Erichsen reproduced the face of Ellen Price, a solo dancer in the ballet ‘The Little Mermaid’, faithfully into the sculpture, as brewer Carl Jacobsen (Carlsberg Brewery) had commissioned the work.  The nude modelling had to be passed on to Erichsen’s wife, as Price was reluctant to show more than her face to the sculptor.

The statue weighs 175kg, and although surviving wars and the Great Depression, modern vandals have not been so kind to her.  One severed arm, two decapitations and several attempts to paint her red and fitting her with a bras, have taken their toll.  Visitors have climbed on top of her, wearing away some of the bronze, leaving her a dark and faded brown – unless highlighted by camera flashlight.  She will soon be imprisoned behind a security fence, adding another atrocity to the memorial of a famous heroine.

Erichsen froze the statue into a metamorphosis, providing both legs and fish tail – contrary to the Andersen story of having either one or the other.  The purpose was to define the meaning of the statue.  The best time to approach the statue, is when the weather is grey and overcast – bringing out more feelings of isolation.

She sits side-saddle on the rock, her small 1.6 metre frame disappointing many.  The statue is easily accessible from the front and sides, allowing an appreciation of the sculptor’s portrayal of the living form, especially seen through the arched back.  The flowing tail hugs the downward slope of the ovoid rock. 

Her stooped pose conveys the feeling of despair. And yet, with her weight resting on one arm, and her other hand reaching across her thigh, there seems to be hope, that her waiting may bring sight of her lover. Walking around the statue on the shore, the history and meaning of her plight seems real. 

There is a feeling of loss that only increases when imagining the statue being unveiled in 1913 – in full splendour, shining with fine feature, and revealing her wonderful face.

(c) Stefan Nicholson 2009

Reflection on language used:  By necessity the language is emotional, historical and descriptive.  The art and its history are eternally bound together through folklore and expectations of the audience (readers of the book, and lovers of sculpture). 

The subject needs a longer review because of its complexity – yet for such a simple study, of a girl sitting on a rock.

The Golden Calf

Look! The children are left dying, defying . . . laying in their tiny skeletal shadows.

But no one comes to save them, as they wither, and are mercilessly killed and wounded,

By those whose parents once suffered the same inhumane fate, at the hands of the same evil.

The same ideology, method and madness, that only evil people inherit from their greed.

They are one and the same, those chosen races, by distorted words, by star or angular cross,

With no feelings or care, with no shame or remorse for their cruel deeds.

Why do they not remember, as they look to their parent’s hopes and dreams,

That such misery should never, ever happen again?

Then they would see their parent’s sad and angry eyes,

Showing the hate they would feel for their sons and daughters,

Like the re-enacting of the event of the Golden Calf, turning away from all that is good,

Turning innocent lives into rivers of blood.

They would see people honouring them at the wooded forest’s worded gate,

Whilst grovelling figures scramble for food, suffering a tormented, tortured life,

At the hands of their well-fed offspring.

Now, isn’t that a wretched sight.

Play your sad violin and your sad haunting music!

Tell us the sad tales of your parents!

Your time of reckoning will come, from within.

It will rise and choke you, when you realise what you have done.

(When you realise that people need to act and not just talk or turn away)

What does AI Predict?

Here is a snippet from my conversation with AI tool ChatGPT, about what happens if AI is embedded in everything – and it STOPS (for any reason) for one month.

In a complex world of “black box” technology, software, AI control and self-learning systems, the risk of errors increases the chance for the global meltdown of society if it fails. Specialist engineers, programmers, AI solutions and the manufacturing of components to “fix” everything, may be beyond their ability to recover . . .

Should AI Decisions be Supervised By Humans

Should machines and AI decision-making have the ability to act on its own initiative, without human understanding of what it is doing, and why it is doing it? As long as businesses save time and make money, do they really care about the damage that may occur if the AI reads the problem in the wrong context, or finds an unethical solution?

Artificial Intelligence (AI) is the simulation of human intelligence by way of algorithms, programs, robotics, logic and other mechanical devices – residing in huge databases or complex networks of inter-connective programming.

Human intelligence is composed of learning, reasoning, understanding, grasping truths via intuition and logic (and physical experience), awareness of self and information relationships, and the ability to quickly separate fact from beliefs and ideas.

AI is not self-aware and does not share all the same constructs or understanding as the human mind. AI is a product, constructed by humans to work autonomously (as an agent) in a deterministic sequential manner (activating a set of actions from percepts) with the ability to work with other agents towards an optimal set goal (goal-based agents).

Rationality (the ability to reason or understand) is programmed into AI systems by humans – because AI does not “think”. Therefore, an AI agent must be able to use as much data as possible from the environment (including its databases and experience) and from learning new data during operational problem solving (simple reflex agent operation).

Game Theory problems involving risk, chance, gambling on an outcome and even just entertainment use utility-based agents (optimal usefulness expressed as computable values).

Sensory Perception – AI does not have the complete sensory and intuitive capability to “read” the environment for all possibilities (safety, unknown and unforeseen problems, ‘feeling” something is wrong etc.) – even though AI can use sensors to collect many times the amount of information and work through complex calculations (like model-based reflex agents).

Safety – Allowing AI to be given complete agency of reaching a goal, or optimising a solution, or being able to prioritise safety and reliability, is to release human control over potentially catastrophic outcomes. The logic that AI applies to a problem may be contextually wrong, beyond the scope of human reasoning or lead to a decision error that should not have been included as a safe option.

Simple examples of why AI outcomes should be monitored by humans include the following:

1. Someone given the wrong blood type or dose of medicine by an AI, because a barcode was incorrectly applied, or the label was unreadable, or the patient was mistaken, or someone shared the same name as another patient.

2.Rabbit hunting machine given the power to shoot automatically according to sensor input (heat sensor, shape sensor, height sensor, etc.) where a sensor could fail or become fouled, making the machine shoot at humans or livestock.

Summary: The use of AI systems and their outcomes should always be monitored and tested by human managers, to ensure that the optimal goal and solution to problems includes the application of risk analysis, ethics, safety and fit for purpose.

The number of outages associated with power, Internet services, phone communications, banking, airline systems and other major networks, shows us that systems can fail. Even failure needs to have a revert-to-safe conditions element, in the design of any system.

(c) Stefan Nicholson April 2025

Hollow Cost of History

I once dreamed about an angel, within the forest’s flickering light.

Dancing to sacred music – It was a most surreal, calming sight.

Until he mimed at me to stop, and to change my theme.

Causing dark, mysterious clouds to form, erasing every sunbeam.

He beckoned me over to whisper solemn words,

About some eagles, and vultures, that were menacing captive birds.

Moving them around, to attack them further, to prevent their flying away,

Aiming to destroy them and steal their nests, without having to pay.

But the eagle did see me, and started to say . . .

“Why did you look upon this place to dream, where all religions meet,

To see innocent families die, wrapped and buried in plain, white sheets.

To witness men, women and children, suffer and weep,

To make known we are complicit in wars, that keep this world from peace.”

The angel shouted angrily at the vultures, now building houses on captured land.

“Tomorrow, there will be more innocents who will die by your eager hand,

On this, their own land, where they were murdered for nought,

Because ancient stories, claiming their land as yours, are old, and unfairly sought.”

The angel approached me sadly, as I shielded my eyes from the bloodied ground.

Knowing that I was acting like many others, who look, without making a sound.

Raising his fist up to the sky, he reached out in hope to me,

Saying, “I will tell you now, what I know, and so written, what will come to be.”

“The isolated eagles, diseased from within their neglected nests,

Will be made destitute by the cunning vultures; no more are they wanted guests.

Both hated, for their using and supplying of the resources to prolong the war.

They will face accountability and punishment, for breaking international law.

The once captive birds will walk free on their own land. From the ashes they will rise.

They will teach their young for generations, about the vultures’ actions and lies.

Promoting truth and kindness as the only way to think and abide.

Proven when with no food, drink or shelter; they endured attempted genocide.”

A Skit about School Essays

My blog for this week is on the notion of abstract comedy. This involves an interplay within the story-line, hidden meanings and imagined mannerisms of the characters. The example given is from my book, “Short Comedy Routines for Novices” (available from Amazon and Kindle). The book contains 46 skits for young comedians, to practice delivery, timing and facial expressions – in a setting with minimal props.

The example is generally part of the continuous banter which occurs throughout a typical half-hour comedy series.

Uncle BOB

Well, here is something a little different – seeing as it is nearly Christmas, with parties and get-togethers. Have you noticed there is always an Uncle Bob – the older, sleazy, sozzled individual who thinks they are funny and incredibly attractive.

This piece is one of the skits in my book “Short Comedy Routines for Beginners” – available at Amazon Books.

Uncle Bob

OPENING SCENE:

(Christmas party noise and music)

Silly and slightly inebriated Uncle Bob is lurching around at the large family Christmas gathering, and starts talking to a bored young woman who is stuck on the same table.

Uncle Bob

I spy with my little eye, something beginning with R . . . hmmmm?

Cathy

Right then . . . (sighs) . . . is it the radio?

Uncle Bob

Not even close.

Cathy

Red thingy over there . . . uh, the robot or rattle . . . radiator, razor, remote, rhinoceros, rabid dog, or that handy rectangular nut-cracker?

Uncle Bob

Nope. See that action figure over there with the sword, hat and hook-arm?

Cathy

What? That bloody pirate! . . . That begins with a P.

Uncle Bob elbows her in the arm, gets too close for words and winks.

Uncle Bob

A pirate always begins with “Arrrrrrrrr”

Cathy closes her eyes and mutters obscenities under her breath when she suddenly sees her dizzy friend Susan.

Cathy

Susan! Come and sit here Susan and listen to this fascinating man’s party jokes.  He’ll blow your mind.

Cathy runs off to be violently sick in the toilet

Susan

I’m having a super time at this party!

Uncle Bob sidles up to her real close and winks.

Uncle Bob

Hey there. I’ve got something for you. The name’s Bob . . . as in Bob–a-Job.

Susan immediately realizes that she has just met another sleazy drunk, but too late.

Uncle Bob

I spy with my little eye, something beginning with R . . . hmmmm?

Susan closes her eyes and mutters obscenities under her breath at Cathy and decides to terminate him.

Susan

If the answer is Pirate, I’m going to have to kill you by inserting that pirate, sword first in a very slow and distressing manner.

Uncle Bob straightens up – but soon has another attempt, and leans over her.

Uncle Bob

Arrrrrr . . . well it begins with A then.  I see you’ve played this before.

Susan

Aorta, broken Arm, Art attack . . . Axe murderer?

Uncle Bob

No, but very funny indeed.  It is that Scotsman over there.  They always begin with “Ayyyyyyyy”.  Heh Heh.

Not a word was said, but Uncle Bob was in shock for the next half hour after being king-hit in the nether regions.

THE END

Note: I promise you, the other skits are actually funny – and a lot longer. Designed for the young stand-up comedian to develop routines and audience participation.

Comedy Routine – THE NEWS – (staff revenge)

OPENING SCENE:

(Squeaky talking and chirping noises in background)

Roger (radio producer) enters into broadcast area and seeks information from Paul (off-air presenter).

ROGER

What’s all that noise in the background?

PAUL

What noise?

ROGER

All that chirping noise . . . listen . . . there it goes again.

PAUL

Oh that’s the News Roger . . . the afternoon news.

ROGER

The News. Good heavens . . . why does it sound like little munchkins having a tea party . . . and . . . it’s not going to air . . . surely not?

PAUL

Oh it’s live alright. I’m not too keen on it myself . . . but you did give it the go ahead.

ROGER

When and why would I agree to have that chirping and whistling going to air instead of the normal News program with Linda and her team?

PAUL

That is Linda. You told her not to read the News on air ever again . . . and fired her!

ROGER

Yes . . . yes I remember now  . . . so why is she still here then . . . and reading the News in that peculiar way like that and disturbing my listeners . . . and advertising executives! Stop it immediately!

PAUL

Well she’s not reading the News on air today . . . she went and got some Helium, took a few deep breaths and is now reading the News on Helium instead.

ROGER

You’re ALL fired!

PAUL

Impossible me old gaffer!

ROGER

And why’s that!

PAUL

We all quit this morning to work for another station . . . tarah then! Come on Linda . . . let’s leave old grumpy here and start working for a real radio station.

(Motions to Linda to stop broadcasting and to leave the station)

THE END

(from my book “Short Comedy Routines for Novices” – available Amazon and Kindle)

Symbolic Art Notation (international language)

The language that can be understood by any nationality at the same time.

Can be learnt in only 2 hours with a trained tutor.

International Language Invention

(Invented and developed by Stefan Nicholson in Tasmania, Australia)

March 2024 version Download a FREE COPY

My aim is to enable young children to learn how to communicate, using language and coding, before they start school—and during their primary years, without the mastery of talking, hearing, alphabets, words, spelling, pronunciation and formalized grammar.

Also, it is my aim to provide an easy communication tool for those people who have difficulty in learning  – to develop their language brain pathway to accommodate change and benefit to their well-being.

Early communication can be fun as well as rewarding. It gives people an early start to be able to relate to others and progress onto formalized national and cultural languages.

Early education is a known processor for developing happier, confident and better rewarded adults.

Symbolic Art Notation can be learnt quickly, stimulating the brain, taken seriously and also as a game  – for early mastery of our built-in language processor in the brain. The attached PDF book can be controlled by the embedded hyperlinks for ease of use.

TIMELESS

Time!

What is time? 

If not a countdown within the continuum, not withstanding its varied pace,

It is also the vacuum in which we think we are awake,

As sleep is a state unknown, in as much as whether it even exists.

For we wake each new day afresh . . . perhaps . . . or, maybe start anew,

With altered form and memories, by some random thoughts, within an empty mind.

And time is merely a distraction,

Enhanced by our timepieces and natural cycles, to make us feel we exist at all.

When all we do is think . . . in the moment . . . forever.

Time is just some simple, unexpected consequence.

Merely moments of being . . . With unintended, instantaneous thoughts . . . . . . .

Writing History

The Writing of History and Biographies

I am a great fan of Lewis Carroll – the mathematician who became a writer of children’s books and nonsense poetry.  He observed the world around him, and applied logic to show that what we see, and our understanding of it, depends on your perspective.  So too, with the writing of history: people, places and times.

Wearing his hat for a few minutes, I would have to conclude, that everything that is not most useful, is necessarily less useful) – an interesting question for this week.  And yet, if anything is useful, it is just that – otherwise it would be useless. Say that fast, three times.

From historical evidence and sequence of events, a biographer presents the logic of the true event, and the story teller within, moulds this into the storyline – or it can work the other way around. Biography is the true story – as can be reasonably told based on fact and reasoning, notwithstanding that some biographers lie through their teeth.

So, how do you write about history?

  • I have learnt that writing history demands the mastery of being able to tell a story, while simultaneously telling the truth in critical areas.  False account and erroneous fact will be picked up by the critic.  Reputation is closely linked to accuracy and meeting audience expectations. The facts of history may be consciously or unconsciously distorted by bias and/or malice – depending on the context of the events by the writer.
  • Historical fiction is the incorporation of real historical events and figures, into a story line, whereby the setting must be true to the reality of the past.  Sometimes the characters are themselves, and at other times, generally when sensitivities and legalities are required, the characters may have new names – or nick-names.
  • A hard-nosed journalist will write the historical work according to the facts.  The writer of a biography or autobiography will write a memoir or complete life-story, adding their own bias of thoughts and feelings.  An historical fiction writer will use imagination and lateral thinking to work in with history, and build up an entertaining, action-packed story, using story board technique and character role play.
  • I have learnt how to gather information from linked sources, as well as family and friends of family.  We have each recounted the affect that events may have on the history of the family – notable migration, marriages, deaths and wars.
  • Hidden stories, secret facts, and sensitivities within the family history, must be explored, debated and effectively dealt with to ensure a “reasonable” and ethical outcome for all parties.  The possibility of sitting on a story, to synchronise the release of truth, while avoiding litigation and copyright issues, has been well rewarded many times.  A good lawyer should always provide the ultimate advice on such matters.
  • Visuals, choosing fiction writing and acknowledging the requirement to tell a story at its best, taught me that the story-line and audience participation is of prime importance.  The audience becomes the writerly-reader – adding another dimension to the existing work. Visuals may be used to reduce some of the descriptive embellishment – allowing photos and graphics to “show” by example.  This enhances the concise narrative and dialogue, to create a mood or historical atmosphere, so that the reader’s imagination is encouraged – rather than being lectured to.
  • Finally, I have learnt through the experiences of fellow students, lecturers, authors and supporting readings, that there is both pleasure and pressure experienced by the historical writer.  Whether you choose to write imaginative historical fiction, or engage in rigorous and academically precise researching for biography, or classical historical works, there are expectations of sensibility and much research of material.

Where to go from here with the writing of your next book?

“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat

“I don’t much care where ——“, said Alice.

“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat

“—- so long as I get somewhere,” Alice added as an explanation.

“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough” 

(excerpt from Lewis Carroll’s “Alice in Wonderland”)

I am going to have a long thoughtful walk, and plan out another interesting historical work. I lived the life of Adam Lindsay Gordon for long enough to share his experiences, when I wrote a poem for the Adam Lindsay Gordon Association – and came out of it a wiser man – and second prize winner.

Best regards to everyone.  I hope to be reading your published works in the near future.

Cosmic Girl

I kissed this girl.

She turned to dust!

The wind blew her far away.

Then I wondered why the dust did swirl,

Thinking, she maybe was about to stay.

She is my cosmic girl and I love her so.

Aurora shines when she comes and goes.

With electric eyes and magnetic lips,

Fluorescent hair and those fusion hips.

She is a girl on fire

Charged like an electric wire,

She’s my Supergirl from Skog.

My astral flame, my heart’s desire.

She is a solar star . . . my mystagogue.