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)

Saturday, 7 November 2020

Pictorial 146

The Record, which posted some cute pictures of Connery and his granddaughter, also had a piece on his well-known comments in Playboy on the merits of smacking a bitch (first wife).

It’s easy to pick on this, but for someone with a primitive, manly vigour, physical acts tend to be instinctive. The restraint is there too, but what “they” want is for no acts to be physical, only verbal.

However, sex is physical. Clearly, they want no primitive vigour to be expressed unless in the bed! To my mind it’s just a way of departing from physical norms that are justifiable expressions of the human being – as a body not a detached head.

To be manly is to be restrained; the two go together. The body is an expressive instrument, 10s of thousands of years old in memory and meaning (story.)


"Sean of Steel"

“He was not able to express himself latterly. At least he died in his sleep and it was just so peaceful. I was with him all the time and he just slipped away. It was what he wanted.”  Micheline Roquebrune, who paints gaily but she and Connery must have hit it off quickly so you can assume there are certain similarities of resolute steeliness. Life is not completely gay in that things die; the story of the lifecycle is what counts.

There are foul-smelling waters that hint at decay and ultimate revival (prev). Dreams of rebirth are real.

"Then I dreamed I saw this man. I was in his arms. And I thought 'At last, peace'. The next day I went back to the tournament and that was that!

This stage of the lifecycle ends when the psyche departs the body. Ancient tribes used to put old ones out to die; it’s a tough way to slaughter someone, but in terms of the lifecycle it’s essentially correct. The earth will receive them and the cycle continues. Our societies think that the fact of life is more important than the psyche (cases such as Michael Scumacher.)

Roquebrune is content and that’s that. There is a strength there that in modernity becomes a suffocating weakness of care. There is a physical reality that moves things forward.

We in the modern scene are servants of the machine rather than its masters. This was brought home to me by an extended listening to Lee Perry’s (prev) early recosdings on Trajan from the mid 60s.

What started off as reggae and rock-steady gradually metamorphoses into something simpler and better, with a lot of voice overdubs and reworked sounds. Perry had his own radio-shack and was known for his idiosyncratic sleight-of-hand.

OPERATION

What struck me is that the primal elements are established by his imaginative colour of rhythm and melody, broken-down rumpty-tumpty rather than rote. Whereas a machine can become rote, Perry works against that to establish his mark. Feelings are playful and primitive and instinctive and childlike and this power conquers the tendency of technology to become banal.

A year or so later he established his Black Ark sound-studio which has become legendary (and later burnt down!) Primitive simplicity can conquer the tendency of technology to dominate and dictate. Think of a 60s VW camper van.


See Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, prev. Kantner’s Blows Against the Empire is another example of hippy vibes

HIJACK conquering technology.

The primal elements are simple, stark, clear and not dominated. As Bruce Lee said of his fighting style () it’s a war between a wild beast and a robot, the two are never reconciled.

The attempt of modernity to reconcile facts with robotics is doomed to failure. The likes of Richard Dawkins whining about memes and information are the polar opposite to Robert Robertson (HB60)

Robertson speaks of historical and physical truths that resonate psychically. He was, incidentally, a Scottish nationalist much like Connery; both men of steel who were ready to repel invaders!

Primeval elements conquer technology with simplicity. It’s a war, not a reconciliation. The primal female form is the triumph of swaying rhythmical simplicity and force over such minor details as DNA, which has neither primal rhythm nor psyche. Logical junk composed of “facts” which can easily be abnormal or weak (see micro-evolution HB132)