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)

Friday, 27 December 2019

Pictorial 82


Book three – Neq the Sword – struck home for reasons that are too personal to go into. Neq, the 2nd or 3rd sword of the old empire, isn’t gay but is scared of being rebuffed and when, in the course of a quest to uncover renegades who are ambushing crazy trucks (distributing equipment and weapons from Helicon), he finally meets a desirable stranger who takes his bracelet (wife), they are ambushed and she is raped by a pack of fifty, Yod, the leader, killing her in a defensive gesture. Neq has already killed, and Yod cuts his hands off. They cauterize the wounds with fire, Yod having spared his life as a moral gesture, and he is cared for by the crazy they earlier freed from the pack.

Neq’s mind is set on vengeance, and they trek to Helicon where the crazy attaches a sword to Neq’s stump. He stalks the pack, putting their heads on spikes. Even though he is determined to make them all pay the price, a couple of decisive events occur, and he has a Damascus conversion. This is the thing that struck me, since he decides by rational thought that vengeance will not achieve his aim. With the destruction of Helicon, the crazy supply chain has been cut and this is at the root of the renegade phenomenon: plunderers who are no longer served by the system.

Therefore, the system itself has to be restored so that Helicon restarts the crazy supply chain and thereby the nomad system of fight-circles. This struck me as a type of revivalism, since the nomad tribes are self-organizing places of power, with distinctive textures and colours (pennants). But they require a rational system to service their needs and, actually, this is how organic things work! The self-organizing principle doesn’t mean things are irrational, it means the places are powerful, places where the body gets dirty.

Piers makes a point through the books of saying, “dirt doesn’t matter”, and it is simply a sighn of the strength of the earth, smell of manure or puddles of mud. What Neq is referring to is a rational system, but it doesn’t require much organizing; mainly routes of trade from a centre of manufacture. Our modern system is confused because it assumes everything can be rational. But a living system is not rational, it is cyclical, it self-organizes. Therefore, it cannot be organized externally.

Our systems are run by politicians who are the top managers of a race of managers. Their confidence is misplaced because they are only dealing with the nervous system (or external nervous system) and not with the active body in places of power. In order to regain power, we need untidy places with no politicians. Because these places are so hard to find, the head becomes dominant and indulges in compulsive behaviour of “facts” (numerical, monetary - Grace Slick quote Hyborian Bridge 62/1).

But facts exist in places that are tidy, are not self-organizing or dirty and are run by heads that gain confidence in hygiene systems that supply them with facts. A hygiene system happens to be electronic and attached to the head via screens (reflections, see prev.) Our system is Apollonian (sun) and cannot encompass the playfulness of the moon (waxing and waning.)

It’s not so much a case of rational vs irrational as hygiene versus dirt. One can have a rational system that is dirty since this is the one Neq proposes. It has power and playfulness in places of texture, colour and song.

Our masters, because they exist in the head, are attached to hygiene-machines (screens) that flatter the ego with facts. A hygiene-system is simply one where electro-impulses are attached to machines; one with neither content (or strength of psyche in a place) or style (action of body in a place).

In the trilogy, the action of the body is enshrined in the circle code. There’s a similarity with western rodeos; in places of power, codes come into force which safeguard the body. Any threat is regulated by the system, as with the Western duel.

From our modern standpoint, arbitrary violence is wrong, but we all die and a much greater question is the meaning one places on death. What happens in book three is that Neq kills Var over a misunderstanding, and he and Vara (Soli) are forcefully brought together ina battle between vengeance and understanding.

What you could say is that, in a naïve society where relationships are based largely on physical action, these circular relationships are bound by the welkin – the vault of the stars. Life and death are no longer simply material things of fact; they have circular relationships bound by the welkin (vault of heaven), having the mutable sense of destiny that can make a negative become a positive. Irony is there; disaster and death can mutate into affection and love with the shared experience of the welkin (cosmos).


The meaning of events is no longer factual and serious, and is given an ironic tinge that is almost playful. Tears flow and mutate into tears of joy. Life lived as a code can no longer be 100% serious because it is no longer factual (material); it is the psychic strength in a place of texture and colour and song.

Materialism is simply the absence of shared experiences in places of power. Power means the wilderness strength of dirt and texture and colour, where the herds roam, where cowboys poke, where Indians have a home. The dirt of the Earth, where worms and buffalos have a place. It’s a cyclical system, and therefore not a material one – which is just the facts that the ego can comprehend in a hygienic order, one that the ego compulsively attaches to numbers and facts.

Outside of materialism – or serious fact – are the shared experiences in places of power that connect us to the cosmos. The meaning placed on cyclical events has a dose of irony, since that is the reality of the situation. Our lives and deaths are part of a wider ambit of shared experiences.



Materialism is just the absence of that, since it is a fact such as a 1 or a zero. A shared experience is a psychic reality. I mean, to take the obvious example, a Nativity scene is the commune of Christ.
Kasimir Zgorecki, French Poles 1930s
The solemn faces seem to tell the story of naïve acceptance that is so lacking in a material world. Acceptance of cyclical events that tell a story of life and death much wider than that of mere fact. Birth and death are “facts” if we take away the psychic content and activities of the body in a place of power. (They remind me of my youth in Spain; the “unthinking” culture of the body).
There seems to be a dual aspect in that psychic relationship. I’m a Pisces by sign and have always had a sense that my sign reinforces my sense of self! It’s my connection to the cosmos, telling me how to behave. It’s not factual, but   - the psyche affects the world of facts via behaviour. In a sense, modernity is the exact opposite, even though a material fact has no meaning beyond the fact it exists as an electro-impulse.
That reality is weak because it is not dominated by line and movement; it is complex and not simple, attractive to the ego. What is simple and strong is actually the human body in action. The politicians with their tentacular heads are the enemy to a revival of shared relationships in places of power, of self-organizing, of dirt under the welkin.
“Give back what you have taken this day.” (page 119)
Is Tyl’s stricture to Neq..
(page 125)
Well, the answer is that Var was sterile and Vara wants a baby. So the circle turns. Story versus atomic fact (sun).

(page 161)

(Neq had a glockenspiel soldered onto his sword)