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)

Sunday 22 May 2022

What the F***? (2)

 The roughness and toughness of sticky situations is often where it's at in nature. What I've been trying to get at is the absence of psyche in a universe of number (machine, engineering). And yet we are steadily progressing towards a state where most live in the Amazon House of Things with an assumption of hygiene, as opposed to sleaze (see Shanghai, TofF2).

If that is the mirror of illusions (DNA, electromagnetism, detection by X-ray diffraction) it harbours a dark psychology where words are misconstrued. Words rely on a physical or non-ambivalent reality. The non-ambivalent reality is composed of the rhythms and melodies of large-scale similarities (see Haeckel, prev.)

Large-scale similarities needs must be primitive since they universally rely on spin, Catherine wheels and so forth (see kids' games P200). There has to be a sequence of events whereby kids learn from and are exposed to a physical condition of primal reality.

The primal reality is under threat from the illusion of order the likes of Dawkins proselytise (see quote R3). Without a sequence of developments from primitive roots, it is only imposed order (by acolytes of the mirror), not a spontaneous and happy event.

Dawkins' assumption is that attitudes and behaviour are programmed to the brain, whereas it's much more likely they are learnt from a sequence of developments in rough neighborhoods.

Roughness is a tonic that spurs the psyche to react and exist inside a body that is reflexive. For a start, what is behaviour without breathing? The rhythm of breathing sets a tonic for the body and is a primitive form of reality (for animals).

In Living the Blues, Fito de la Parra's memoir of Canned Heat, he relates a farcical episode of yoga enthusiast Alan Wilson.

Alan was very serious about Hatha yoga and tuned me onto it.. after The Bear's outburst of "fucks" before the teeny-boppers Alan had to give a deposition. He was sure he could bring yoga power down on the prosecutor with proper breathing techniques, so he would breathe in hard while answering each question.

"Are you in this band?"

Sucking in his breath: "Yes."

"Were you on stage with Bob Hite on the night in question?"

Big suck: "Yes "

"Did you hear Hite say 'fuck' on stage?"

Whooooosh: "No."

The other guys are laughing behind their hands. Even the district attorney obviously didn't know whether to worry about these dangerous lunatics he was questioning or just give up and giggle with the rest of us. (page 191, 192)

Hysterical, but the point is that without primal rhythms there could be no sequences of development. The body is a mechanical system of systems that functions at every level. A living community has rhythms, as do the seasons. The galaxy is a spiral.

As was noted in P200 and elsewhere, this is only possible where time is invariable. Variable time is an invention of futurologists who worship machines (see 'The Airtight Garage').

Variable time distorts natural rhythms and takes us into a world where primitive origins are abandoned. The future has a type of sentience that only allows for sameness (of numbers) and not the physical differences that are exciting and rhythmic.

Culturally, I'm meaning Arabian belly dancing or American boogie. The blues is a mixture of simplicity and subtlety, with the ability to have odd measures of 13 bars. Feel and spontaneity are contrasted to the interpretive tradition of western classical.

On the other hand, without feel no music is worth anything, it is so fundamental to experience. Verbally, the blues is very physical with double-entendres or hints of scatology or insults.

The problem with the modern scene is it only appears real to the ego which is obsessed by numbers (see ego-compulsion, Grace Slick.) Reality is actually rhythmical and hence the physical realism of the blues.

Dawkins assumes the reality is numerical or algorithmic from the point of view of DNA. It's a mistake of ego-compulsion; the body functions rhythmically or not atall. The throat is a miracle of condensed intertwined rhythms that connect head to body and enable speech and breath and song.

The physical reality (of survival) has to have primitive roots and has to occur in the invariable time of the constellations and the myths of Man.