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)

Wednesday 19 February 2020

Pictorial 94


What proof is there of this sorcerous system that seemingly circumvents sensations such as sight and sound to surround the psyche subliminally? Well, just sight and sound, smell and feel.

A familiar sight in the modern world is of a head gazing at a screen intently, the experience of straight lines consuming the attention. What is never seen, and what is seen as totally reactionary, is for things to be preordained, for each person or animal to know their place.

Yet in the womb this has to be so to create a distinctive personality of uniqueness in the cosmos. What is preordination but action? Line and movement in the bold language of cartooning (Hyborian Bridge 91). This is exactly what Modern Man has decided to do without, in the domain of facts and information flowing through screens.

Simple scenes of sight and sound can often seem preordained, like a ritual dance. Jean-Luc Godard’s dark fairy tale, Les Carabiniers (1963) reads like a silent film where characters act and react like marionettes.


Godard insists he doesn’t write the script till after the film is shot! A slight exaggeration, but the point is: what is the script for action in the world, for development in the womb? DNA? DNA is information, not a script. A script is action and reaction in time and place. The action-and-reaction is not Newtonian, it is fluid and serpentine. There is no such thing as disproportionate action in nature. But what causes the proportion, the grace?

The feminine principle of harmony within the womb (water, moon) where there is no competitive element. Godard’s 60s films are as much a hymn to woman as they are explorations of revolutionary attitudes. “Women are more natural”; “Their ideas are better.”

Godard uses light to create action and beauty on the screen, the two things which counteract a masculine world of information (or text, which is what most mainstream films are). Les Carabiniers is an ode almost to there being no story; the action then becomes the story through guile and boldness. Well, there is a fundamental question here.

A story is told by characters or animals that are proportionate (such as Aesop’s fables). Therefore, the principle of proportionality comes before the story. In other words, action is what creates the story, by being proportionate.


This is why a masculine world of competition has an illusory narrative. Myth and fantasy tell stories of times and places where the principle of proportionality holds sway. The feminine principle of the hunt – Artemis, moon – is pure action, blood and glory. Everything in this world of myth is proportionate, and the story flows from the sweat and bounding grace of glorious limbs in motion.
 
The female principle is inherently proportionate and fleet of foot, and it is this which is lacking in a masculine order of competition (Darwin). Proportion is simply the application of a harmonic in the womb, which reflects that of the moon and water (Hyborian Bridge 82)
What “they” call natural selection is actually unnatural selection within a system of straight lines (electromagnetism, sun). This unnatural selection convinces the ego (of numerical economics, speeches of acolytes). The ego is trapped by the physique, so that the numerical and sexual become one (physical boredom – see Blake’s print of Newton).

The feminine principle of proportionality (in the womb) gives rise to predator-prey relationships (of the hunt). The talons of the bird rend; the carrion feeders feed; blood, tree, grub and root are one tangled web of life and death.
Red Sonja #11

This is strength, and it is the lusty destruction of Dionysus, uncaring like the stoic donkey.
This lost world of uncaring gaiety is built on strength and beauty. The warrior and the huntress will outlast the charade of competition in an illusory order of straight lines.