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)

Monday, 24 August 2020

Hyborian Bridge 132


If the profane serpent exists in an illusory reality – the mirror of electromagnetism into which the future is collapsing – the opposite to that reality is the almost morbid infatuation with fertility that has been called decadence.
In order to justify my use of the word decadent with respect to Howard, one has to acknowledge that a contrary view is often stated.
Blood and passion make the Conan stories so powerful in impact. Blood and passion and the triumph of barbarism over the decadence of civilization. (Robert Weinberg, Annotated Guide, page 117)
I can see what Weinberg means, but have to ask whether decadence is an opportunity for vital springs to upsurge once again? Civilization must decline if it is to have an influx of strength. The alternative is the dead-hand of tyranny that makes a bad thing worse still.
‘This is the price a nation must pay for decaying: the strong young people come in and take possession, one way or another.. the people are fat-bellied – but still they murmur and curse and spit on my shadow. What do they want?’
The Pict grinned savagely and with bitter mirth. ‘Another Borna! A red-handed tyrant!’ (Kull and Brule in Swords of the Purple Kingdom, King Kull page 141)
In the modern scene, tyranny takes the form of the sterilization of culture; the abandonment of the fertile zest in the gardens and ancient quarters of color.
The morbid fascination with scenes of blood and passion are almost a definition of the French-tinged decadent movement of the mid 19th century which influenced both the pre-Raphaelites and the symbolists.
There is at the same time a turning back to medievalism, and a disgust at material corruption, particularly as seen in Burne-Jones’ fantasms
 

The Beguiling of Merlin
The weird eroticism of this is not far from Brundage’s Weird Tales covers! The original decadent art movement is opposed to nature – biologically and morally, conventional sexuality. You wonder, though, is this had something to do with the established mainstream (Anglo) domination of the Darwinian view, which imagines what Richard Dawkins later called a “blind watchmaker” at work?
The decadent repugnance for materialism might have extended to what were seen as the “facts” of nature – the improvement of species by natural selection as opposed to the passion of irrational love.
What I have been saying for awhile is that the symmetries of nature – and the sublime symmetries of the erotic and feminine – symbolise a fertility that is physically pure.
Symmetry is strong and simple, and is not selected for, it just is. A figure has a back and a front, a left and a right. The swaying, serpentine lines of the feminine figure are manifestations of primal symmetry.
What I’m saying is that decadent art has not been corrupted by the modernist infatuation with “facts” that supplant a priori reality. If the “facts” of Darwin contain no primal symmetry, then they are equally a fiction or fairy tale.
Symmetry is an aspect of fertility, or the cyclical shape of things.
 
HB127

Darwinism is simply a convenient way of making things non-fertile – occupying a sterile system or illusion. Therefore, the idea that we live inside an illusory system – of mirrors or electromagnetism – run by acolytes of sorcerers, has some traction.
The illusory system becomes ever more mirror-bound as time goes by, owing to electronic advances and algorithms. The general tendency is that straight-line perspective replaces any archaic notions of cosmic symmetry, such as sun and moon.
Where these symmetries exist, the sense of decadence is often palpable (see BWS Artemis and Apollo). It means a closeness to the fertile wellspring of life and death. In the case of sun and moon, an almost incestuous closeness.
Myths are born of these cyclical situations. Decadent art is not just pre-Darwin but even more likely pre-Galileo. Nowadays we are beset by spokespeople like Greta Thunberg who are convinced by facts within this illusory sphere of mirrors.
It is a very convincing system, since by following these facts one enters more and more into the illusory, electromagnetic reality of acolytes (see HB131). The system is immaterial and we, as humans, become ever-more bound by algorithms and mirrors. Whereas “they” say the facts need to be followed to become more green and carbon-neutral, the system is not as green as you might think.
It is really a form of sterility (that enables rubbish-removal) and not a physical manifestation of fertility. Not only that, but the sterility – the mirror of illusion – harbors the profane serpent. The shiny, slimy insidious forms that corrupt natural rhythms and physique.
In order to retain our human psyche, we have to reject the immaterial and grasp the physical in all its morbid and fertile – decadence. Things decay and they then revive in the great wheel of destiny.
So, whether Howard is or is not, his situations and settings rely on what you could call “the cracks in pavings” syndrome, whereby the ruinous and archaic are really held to be morally virtuous (by not being completely sterile and sorcerous). In such settings the warrior and the sorcerer are really on equal terms. An ancient evil, like Acheron, has lost some of its bite, if you like.
Modern settings have none of this decadent strength, and their sterility enables the acolytes’ illusions to confound us, so that we no longer recognize the reality of fertile situations on symmetrical planet Earth.
“40 acres and a mule” is quite a good mantra to carry to these political, logical, numerical and monetary occasions that – like Biden and Trump – are so alike. “They” want us to think there are differnces, while the illusion gets ever-more overpoweringly ditto. The physical reality is Spanish Harlem, Indians, cowboys, Detroit (Drama3 as opposed to any monetary engineering they foist on society in the name of Red or Blue concerns.