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)

Saturday, 21 September 2019

Pictorial 63


It was said that Merlin (imagination) was enchanted by the Lady of the Lake (unconscious) and disappeared into the deep waters, never to be seen again. Like Van Gogh, Hemingway and Nietzsche, we have seen prolific creators dissolve backward into this watery abyss. In all cases, approaching inspiration requires that we do not abandon life, but maintain a concrete footing in the world around us. (page 126)

The world around us being flesh and blood – one of the main themes of chapter six, in the clash of cultures between the Indian Medicine Men and the European conquerors and missionaries from the 16th century.

Denials of the flesh, Puritan hypocrisy and sin are one thing, and I guess have been covered to exhaustion already; the thing which caught my eye was Hohne’s comparison between the folk tale of two Indian twins, and the Old Testament story of Jacob and Esau.

Indian myths are supernatural, and this one concerns two twins called Flesh and Stump, who were cut from their dead mother’s womb. One of them was hidden in a stump in a wood; the other stayed in the lodge and was called Flesh by his father.

The boys met up and had various adventures, being killed and brought back to life several times. Eventually, Earth Maker sent Rucewe to bring the Twins to him, and told them they could stay in heaven as they had become too troublesome.

In Genesis, Rebekah felt the struggle between Jacob and Esau in her womb. Esau became a hunter (Stump) while Jacob was a “man of tents” (Flesh). After various escapades, Jacob returns home years later and wrestles in a dream with a “mysterious adversary”. This being turns out to be Yahweh (Earth Maker), and Jacob is renamed Israel, which means “he who strives with Yahweh" (and prevails).

As Hohne says, this is very far from the obedient dogma of Cortez’s Catholic missionaries, and is really quite rowdy and earthy behaviour, allowing for “natural curiosity” (page 151).

CC Beck had makes a similar comment in Cosmic Curmudgeon

In the Old Testament, those angels were terrible creatures. They came down armed with fiery swords and everything else.”

Christianity had a tendency to be unwordly, but most blatant of all were the Gnostics of eraly Christianity, who

taught that the sensory world had been created as a mistake and that Jesus had come to deliver man from Yahweh’s error. (page 150).

Even though Gnosticism was never official teaching, the idea of an imperfect creation (Man and nature) did become currency, To the Indians nature is perfect, and Man gains by mimicking her.

What is perfection, though? She quotes Aristotle.

He taught that the flaws in nature were due to the substance that the orchestrating force of life utilized to achieve perfection. The inability of matter to fully realize its form was similar to a sculptor using brittle or faulty material to achieve his vision. Nothing in nature is perfect; this is at the root of why it explores change. (page 152).

In other words, perfection and imperfection are part of one process – otherwise there would just be stasis (death). Nature is perfect because imperfect t.

The Aristotelian concept is much more true to American Indians or Old Testament than it is to the modern idea of competitive order – since order means something that cannot deviate from unbroken progress.

Actually, nature is disordered as well as being ordered, in that flesh rots, becomes carrion and the cycle of lifedeath continues. In fact, the idea of an ordered world is much more true to the Gnostic idea that the sensory world (flesh) is a mistake!

The world we actually live in is a convincing numerical illusion that just happens to have flesh living inside it. A world of pure order is like Korvac (Weird 8); a type of living death with no revival, no decadence.

Order cannot exist in nature without disorder. All it means is that we live in a very convincing (perspective) illusion that is not physical (body) nor psychic (the clues that are found in nature to feed our inspiration).

The clues we find are what Hohne’s book is about; our dreams which mirror age old myths that connect Man to the cosmos. As I tend to say, the clues of astrology or Tarot are vague for the reason they’re not part of an ordered numerical universe (of perspective or light).


The real universe is symmetrical and proportionate. Why is it symmetrical and proportionate? Because it’s not pure order. If you want pure order you get precision, not the strength of a lifecycle that balances life and death in a disordered naturalism.
The Poems of Edgar Allan Poe
We live in a world that happens to have flesh and blood in it, but it does not have the strenght of lifecycle. It is barren; the land of Seth (Pictorial 61) and of reptilian urges that emerge from the deep unconscious that cannot be repressed. Reptiles that slither towards the sun (order).
We are at the mercy of innumerable acolytes of sorcerers of so-called order which is just a convincing illusion of the head.
Hyborian Bridge 30