ELECTRIC BLUE MONSOON (Poly Styrene)
As was said previously of Carrie Symonds ( ), how can anything that seems so right be so wrong? Those who live in their political cage of straight-lines are all infected by the same delusion (of the ego). That tidiness is good and, in fact, best of all are the sterile conditions of a global hospital.
The opposite is the case, and the untidy lines of ivy on decrepit, mottled walls of country mansions are colored by strength. The body is run by cells and antibodies and hormones that act as free-form entities. They react freely because of this untidy fact.
In a free-form condition, the cyclical condition of life and death is all too apparent (ie, cells die and are replaced). This is a sign of positive strength.
With untidiness comes good taste, in that it is simply a matter of leaving nature to its ways and adding decoration. The result is often refined decadence. The Japanese, with their wooden, carved shrines. Susan Ellison, the furniture-restoring wife of Harlan.
Restoration is reviving the old and appeals to a certain type. The type that like old things have taste, natch. The modern types only like new things that are all the same.
Thus is optimism the handmaiden of appalling taste! False optimism afflicts the ego of those who inhabit the mirror of illusions (parallel lines, numbers, the monotone two-tone of ones and zeros - see prev.)
Had I been closer to the Ellisons I might one day have visited The Lost Aztec Temple of Mars. Well do I recall a bust up, with Harlan firing on all cylinders. Having given Susan cause for complaint, I had to pay the consequence.
Politeness was eventually restored.
Woodworking artisans and restorers are the strong alternative to the confident wrongness of moderns. Restoration, the metamorphosis of line that acknowledges decay.
Among clouds like antique white clay images of warriors were some that suggested dragons twisting angrily and darkly upward. Some, as they lost their shape, were tinged rose. Presently, they separated themselves into bland reds and yellows and purples, and their stormy powers left them. The white shining face of the god had taken on the ashen hue of death. (page 101)
Death and beauty and love are intricately connected. How can one truly love unless the object of the love dies?
From this condition comes restoration. The circular lines of response guarantee perfection. How else is it possible that all species have their own innate perfection of proportion?
Metamorphosis is free-form line in rustic settings of power. Restoration is acknowledgement of this fact through the human attribute of taste.
The rebel (against the straight-line cage of modernity) is a free-form type with idiosyncratic taste. Who, for example, has taste out of ex president Trump or rapper Kanye West?
The answer is obvious. As a link to West, who comes in for more consideration next, this track from Poly Styrene could be felt to contain an insultingly mocking tone, and that's the way I like them.
I LIKE YUR SNEAKERS