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)

Tuesday 23 April 2019

Pictorial 48


History of Fuller’s Earth,

Robert Robertson (at my sister’s graduation, via my father’s clay mineralogy)

I put this in mainly because Fuller’s earth is a found object that Man makes use of with no processing (see Levi-Strauss Hyborian Bridge 58) Like peat, its properties are unbeatable. Like teak and hardwood planks for shipping.

The reason for that is something to do with primordial rhythm and the stars above, the very things that don’t concern our Martian buddies. Yes, since this is Earth Mother (Traylor’s anthem).
If the Martians have their land of order and perspective illusion, we have the anarchy of things that are active (body) and not inert (head). As I’ve been hinting for awhile, the society of free communal action was the norm up ‘til the modern era. No competitive order; low-level disorder, minor unrest, quarrels or even all-out brawls.
This is a quote I took from a review of Chaucer: A European Life (Marion Turner)
On his many diplomatic missions Chaucer himself travelled through a dynamically networked continent in which small kingdoms like Navarre and Hainaut, and city states like Genoa and Florence, were engaged in continuous cultural and economic exchange. Chaucer, a merchant’s son engaged in high-level diplomacy for much of his life, closely associated with the internationally powerful house of Lancaster, saw and understood far more of this than one would ever guess from his bumbling narratorial personae. (Tim Smith-Laing, DT)
It’s a vision of freedom or, in other words, primordial rhythms of polyglot humanity under the stars and over the earth. In that situation there is no perspective reality and we are not “bugs in a jar” (Traylor). You wonder if that’s what the French artists like Raphael (Caravane) to Capdevieille are struggling to decipher?
Capdevieille later turned his hand to early Renaissance opera with libretti in 14th century Italian – about the same era as Chaucer. Are we hearing windows into the freedom of action that we, as human beings with bodies, have lost to competitive order and perspective illusion?
This is the modern world that has no physical substance or psyche, children of DNA – processed meat a la Aristophanes’ sausage seller – profane and misplaced. The basic point is that without physical substance (of proportion) and psyche (narrative content) we cannot know what is the cut of the “beef” we see. It’s just a fact, like Katie Bouman’s famous black hole. There’s no light there, right?
Elena is adding some taglines to her series of “Songline” prints, now called “The Age of Acolytes”

sword and sorcery
the land of the treasure hunt
physical and psychic substance
 hidden by the dragon