Saturday, 25 July 2020

Pictorial 131


So, Kanye West is losing it? I wouldn’t write him off too early as, with his bizarre outburst, at least he is not trying to make logic out of an illogical situation!

This is the fallacy of everyone down the line, in that the modern order assumes sterility – of the Black Sun – when the condition of physical and psychic strength is fertility.

The mainstream is intent on improving the logic of the original illogic with a numerical order of absurd sophistication. The egos of politicians are convinced by the numbers, even as the profanity and meaninglessness exponentially increase.

Modern societies are built on similarities, to such an extent that one can barely open one’s mouth for fear of being cancelled. As has previously been mentioned (see Detroit Drama3), physical and psychic strength are built on differences, and in the difference is psychic affinity felt (Outremer, prev.)

This reactionary world harks back to more independent lifestyles, such as southern share-cropping. “Poverty” (but freedom and strength) subsequently gave way to the urban sprawl and bourgeois values.

No mainstream candidate can recognize this for the reason they deal in numerical logic. West is not constrained by logical rules, and did suggest something similar in his “40 acres and a mule” quote (prev.)

Conditions of strength are conditions of dirt, mainly because they are countrified. Where there is dirt there is cleanliness. The history (and pre-history) of Fulling is a very good example of this (HB60); mud and stale urine were the original detergents used for making linen clean on riverbanks.






  Robert Robertson quotes a mention of this practice in The Odyssey, of which DH Lawrence wrote this poetic variant.
The man of Tyre went down to the sea
pondering, for he was Greek, that God is one and all alone and ever more shall be so.

And a woman who had been washing clothes in the pool of rock
where a stream came down to the gravel of the sea and sank in
who had spread white washing on the gravel banked above the bay,
who had lain her shift on the shore, on the shingle slope,
who had waded to the pale green sea of evening, out to a shoal,
pouring sea-water over herself
now turned, and came slowly back, with her back to the evening sky.

Oh lovely, lovely with the dark hair piled up, as she went deeper, deeper
down the channel, then rose shallower, shallower,
with the full thighs slowly lifting of the water wading shorewards
and the shoulders pallid with light from the silent sky behind
both breasts dim and mysterious, with the glamourous kindness of twilight between them
and the dim blotch of black maidenhair like an indicator,
giving a message to the man –

So in the cane-brake he clasped his hands in delight
that could only be god- given, and murmured:
Lo! God is one god! But here in the twilight
godly and lovely comes Aphrodite out of the sea
towards me!

The mainstream seems to be really morally confused, and the reason seems to be that differences – whether it’s dirt or independent living – are vital for conditions of strength. In the modern scene one is cancelled for differences; a recipe for weakness.

Federico Garcia Lorca, the patriotic Spanish poet, wrote of Andalucia,

"gypsies, horses, archangels, planets, its Jewish and Roman breezes, rivers, crimes, the everyday touch of the smuggler and the celestial note of the naked children of Córdoba. A book that hardly expresses visible Andalusia at all, but where the hidden Andalusia trembles."[

This was during the Franco era where primitivism held sublime sway in the hidden valleys of brimfull streams and fir-laden hills with wolf-like dogs.

In a situation of sublime primitivism, the expressiveness of the body – and its serpentine roots – holds sway. Lorca is a poet of the body and the land, and this applied to other artists of that period, such as Nijinsky.

 


Poetic language is colourful and musical, the very opposite of words which become numbers (algorithms) in the modern order of the Black Sun of calculation.

As was noted in   , Ada Lovelace – the world’s first writer of a computer algorithm – called herself a “poetic scientist”. Her mother Annabella Milbank – Byron’s wife – was a mathematician who deliberately led her away from what she saw as Byronic decadence.

The implication is that there is no real overlap between physical decadence (body) and algorithms; they inhabit different universes. But the fact that Ada Lovelace valued poetry would make it inconceivable for her to imagine a world without poetry.

In other words, a world of the primitive, expressive body. This condition of primal strength is the very thing a world of the head seeks to eradicate with words and numbers (or the expressive algorithm, prev.)

The body, in its symmetries, its dirt and cleanliness, is a poetic ideal that DH Lawrence’s poem sublimates to perfection. In order to counter a world of numbers that has no time for poetry, one has to revisit Ada Lovelace, and the recognition that poetry is extant is the world and is not number.

Poetry is part of the fertile world of plants and animals, the sensational cycles of causticity and atmosphere that are strong and emblematic of the universe at large.

To Lovelace, mathematics existed in this world - in the petals of flowers, the Fibonacci series in planets etc. The wrongheadedness of modern science is to suppose that the universe is a creation of mathematics; that it is essentially sterile by origin, as opposed to fertile by origin.

This goes counter to all artistic principles of creativity, which find inspiration in sensation, atmosphere, lewdness.

In their land of physical boredom scientists do without these things but, since the physique can’t be denied, they still enter a lewdness of their own devising. The Black Sun of calculation.

 “As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain; and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality " (Einstein)

IE maths can be fantasy, as is happening in the bizarre algorithmic hinterland of mainstream politicians, who have less poetry than West has in one little finger.
Einstein also said that,  "Now that mathematicians have got hold of relativity I'm not sure I myself understand it"
You could almost suppose he and Ada have something in common there!


Byron the sensationalist is fertility personified, the Dionysian area that Annabella steered Ada away from. This is fine in a purely mathematical area like the    series. Mathematics is an ascetic occupation - one reason why Byron and Annabella fell out so completely, becoming "The princess of parallelograms" in Don Juan.


The Greeks recognized this asceticism, and honoured the Dionysian festivals as the counter to vain pursuits of the rational mind. Thus was drama born, gaiety and tragedy both, physique and psyche, body and soul.


If Dionysian pursuits are fertile, scientific logic is sterile, which is the basic illogic at the heart of modernity. It's true that a sterile order could be very logical, but that logic has its profanities that exist in the physique - of Man or animal - that cannot be denied (P130).


This makes logic illogical because we exist in a physical cosmos, not an immaterial one of the head (electromagnetism, sun). The extremely simple products of nature - like dried buffalo manure (Buffy) - are products of a cyclical system of primal symmetries.





Without the powerful symmetries there is no fertility and we exist in a parallel logic of sterility that is absurdly complicated. The logical complexity serves to fool the ego with endless numbers and algorithms. The programmers rule with this illogical logic, and they are all to some extent the same, be it Bezos or Musk or anybody inbetween.
 
It is possible to build an entire universe out of the Black Sun, which is really the false sun of numerical compulsion. In their state of physical boredom they cannot deny the physique, and so are compelled to sterilize human culture in the name of the Black Sun of the acolytes.
 
This was the logic of Gates’ pathogen-killing toilet (HB31) and the same logic is behind “clean meat” (P130) that does without animal husbandry.



An information system is true only insofar as it is not composed of dirt and cleanliness, or the cycles of nature. These cycles are always meaningful; cleanliness is only meaningful in the presence of dirt, in that dirt is powerful and contains nutrients.


Back in HB2 there was a piece on a Roman Baths set in a site rich in mineral clay and natural springs. Mud or clay are the healthiest detergents because they are not sterile. The baths are a mixture of the complexity of clay-formations with the purity of spring water.

Purity occurs in natural systems that contain the strength of dirt. These cyclical systems can be represented by the symmetries of a human body. The symmetries are lithe, athletic and give direction to action.

Without direction, life is sterile information of the head (algorithm). Direction has to be a product of the proportions of the body that are inherently athletic. Barbaric splendour decorates the body in such a way as to accentuate the heroic proportions.













 
Adastra © BWS 2003















To a society of the head all this is Greek. Physical boredom is the result, and the numerical compulsions of the Black Sun that shines where the sun don’t shine.

A society of compulsion is really heading towards that Black Sun, since there is no acknowledgement of the simple symmetries of the body that give life direction and meaning, dirt and cleanliness.

Its sterility is born of weakness and semi-psychosis of acolytes of the Black Sun.