LYRICS

The applications are to blameAll the people do all dayIs stare into a phone (Placebo, Too Many people)

“Take nothing but memories, leave nothing but footprints!” (Chief Seattle)

When rock stars were myths (Sandi Thom, I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker)

Machines were mice and men were lions once upon a time, Now that it's the opposite it's twice upon a time (Moondog)

Time is an illusion (Einstein)

Sunday, 26 May 2019

Combination of the Two (6)

Some pictures from my neighbourhood, the Creative Quarter; I’m not so cock-a-hoop for it as your compatriot though I’ve always dug the lobster mural, which apparently predates the modern development by half a generation.  
 

Replacement of lobster – note straight lines versus curvilinear original.

As I recall, the Café Luca he mentions used to be a multi-level hairdresser to die for (I was cut by Frank, the Iranian). Now we have popup hairshops with themed interiors; one has a sign, “Enter a king, leave a legend”, presumably meaning they cut your throat!
(secluded garden)
 
This is another neighbourhood which has bits of leftover patches. What I’m getting at is a development is the opposite of decadence which is pure spontaneity. There is a sort of rustic feel evoked by tall grass and leaning shrubs. I was once on a rundown chateau in France and we went about scything long-grass, butterflies would fly about, psychically soothing. Reaping the harvest also has a certain grimness to it; in a decadent situation there is the cycle of life and death.
So, a development as such may have good coffee and art but has much less meaning. Your compatriot has a picture of happy people – see the false dream C4. Quite a lot of French file through and they seem to like it too. It’s the old problem that an illusion can be very convincing – like Newton’s knives C5.

Here’s a picture of stained walls from Bilal’s Gods in Chaos…
 
..where outer Paris is a pigsty of urban resentment and actually fantastically picturesque. Perhaps a festering sore is picturesque? The quote is apparently Baudelaire.
In the story – part one of the Nikopol Trilogy – powerful divinities of Earthly proportion – Horus, Bastet, Thoth, Anubis – are forced to apply to Paris’s totalitarian governor for fuel for their hovering pyramid. I suppose that can be taken as a comment that the divinities have lost their power over Earth and instead need power to fuel their rocket.

If rockets travel through perspective space (prev.) can one assume that is a parallel reality? A parallel reality is usually taken to be something that runs on rails, as CL Moore describes (Tales of Faith 12)
However, all our technology tends to follow Newtonian principles (C5). Before Newton scientists tended to proceed by way of deduction from the general. Scientists observed the world then deduced, say, that the sun rises in the east.
Newton changed that by initiating controlled experiments that were induced from the particular, making observations on the experiments. So, he induced from observation of the particular to general statements (principles).
This has been taken to be scientific method till our own time. But what you can infer is that, by inducing from observation of the particular (experiment), one can do without proportion of the general. Meaning sun and moon.
So, did Newton invent a parallel reality that does without a general sense of proportion? Proportions are always deduced from the general, which one sees in trees, animals, stars, sun and moon.
In olden days, that would have been the universe; after Newton that is just what we see, but it is not the universe. The universe is now disproportionate or, as I tend to say, it exists in the head (the observer of the experiment.)
That was Newton’s revolution, because a certain type of head is needed to perform experiments. This was a danger foreseen in The New Atlantis (Idol of the Den Hyborian Bridge 22). Experiments, which are linear and logical, then become general statements of principles on our reality.
The inference is we can do without proportion in the general, meaning trees, animals, moon and sun. The ancent reality of death and revival. Man chases animals through forest and over hills. Diana hunts with her hounds by the light of the moon.
Man kills and the carcass is dismembered. Blood, ravens, the scavengers of the air, harbingers of battles. Carrion nurtures carrion feeders; decay regenerates life (see Elrig prev.)
This entire cycle of dirt and cleanliness is denied by what you could call a parallel reality of hygienic experiment. Anything to do with dirt and decadence is proportionate of physicality (physique). It’s the physical world of strength the modern world has left behind.