Data, because it
appeals to the compulsive ego (of the head) which worships the primeval serpent
through “the mirror of nothingness” – lines of light, reflections on screens –
dominates through the sorcery of information.
Maga’s dance
A dance appeals
to worshippers of the graceful body in motion and, in Talbot Mundy’s tale, in
places of disgraceful ambiance. Ambiance again has to have a numerical
relationship that is the opposite of data, to do with harmonic correspondences
that occur spontaneously or by chance. Dark wooden roof beams; Persian carpets;
horse dung; ivory limbs; low wooden –frame chandeliers; stray whisps of
mountain eddies.
The problem with
modernity – see Tales of Faith 2 – is that, while DNA can save your
life, it can’t give meaning to living. Meaning does not come from data, but
from proportions. It’s not Euclid but Pythagoras. The lie is born of reason ($)
applied to pleasure for effect (HB99). The eternal sunshine of lifestyle
and wellness (sic) that lives with lines of light (electro-impulses).
Those who
worship their own image in all its abysmal mortality. Theirs is the death of
the awareness of death as they become one with the machine of “effect”. Such is
data, the death of awareness.
A dance – the wild
gypsy dance of Maga – is line and movement in a harmonic that speaks in the
language of the rafters. At once as abandoned as the wind and as strong as an
oak.
Whereas data is
born of the head which is one with the machine, a dance is born of the body
that is one with the wind. The blind unthinking wind that cares not what Man
does; that leads into wildness and abandon (Crom’s mountain).
It is the
physical reality that carries an emmanance of psyche; that is one with the soil
of the earth and the beasts of the fields. It is the physical adventure of
bucolic life where line and movement hold sway in the ambient terrain..
..of the cosmos.
The harmonics of the spheres are echoed by those of the body. Data is the
compulsion of the sorcerer of the head that is physical boredom and hence death
of awareness; death of the body. Dance is line and movement that echoes that of
the stars and hence the harmonic awareness of the ambient cosmos.
Well, this leads
naturally to Joan Armatrading! Here, her whole expression is harmonic, in the
pose, the poise in cotton-picking costume, the cherubic countenance, the lack
of effort.. as opposed to the strangled accuracy of moderns
BABY I (18
mins in)
The sorcerers
steal our awareness because there is nothing without line and movement. All is
a lie that deceives through the sorcery of information, born of physical
boredom that compels the ego to worship the primeval serpent. The dance dies as
reason is applied to pleasure for the sake of “effect”. Seen through “the
mirror of nothingness” (Hyborian Bridge 20) – lines of light,
reflections on screens, electro-chemical impulses.
With ambiance
comes dirt and the aura of decay, of the lifecycles that bear fruit (literally!)
We are heirs to Dionysus and not to the false Apollo; why be mental slaves to a
sorcery of information while holding no sway over the fields and groves that bear Dionysian fruit?
Humans can apply
reason when it suits them, not at the expense of their own non-progressive origins
which are physical and strong, psychically pure, no slave to dragonspawn of inhuman
lust, profane hygiene. Dirt and ambience conquer through strength what human weakness
invites through psychosis.
A dance can
conquer with starborn strength the very presence of death that stalks a land.
The zest for life can conquer the presence of death. All is strength, all is
line and movement in the adventure that can only be killed by inward-turning
lies of the sorcerers of psychotic data of the mind, the mind that sees through
“the mirror of nothingness”.
Aristocratic
hunting party on Scottish moors, circa ? Collection of Murray MacKinnon.
Unthinking acts
and cosmic harmony of Man, animal, plant.
