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 21 May 2019

Combination of the Two (4)


The Improved Order of Red Men



The Chief of Records of the New Jersey Pohatcong Tribe
To an outsider this looks like another hysterical American ritual (was it in Neil Gaiman’s American Gods?) nevertheless, at its height membership was about half a million rebels (against Britain’s overseas rule) and I guess it was intended as a progressive tribute to native Americans.
Despite what I said about spacefarers, one can imagine an America that is able to reclaim its rustic heritage as well as harbouring colonies in space. In fact, the combination of the two is a common enough sci-fi trope, as in Starstruck. The sense is that it strikes a chord with the psyche; while space settings are high-powered micro-grav illusions, the Galactic Girl Guides perform homely feats with hen-houses and corn-dollies.
Archaic rituals that hearken towards dreams of yore; American or African? Towards the finale of Flamingo Feather (Van der Post, prev) our heroes approach the gathered throng of ‘Takwena at a sacred plateau where stands the Keeper of the People’s Memory, the Umbombulimo.
As I watched him standing there with extraordinary satyr’s dignity, a strange crepuscular compromise of man and beast, and the light of an uncompromising spring morning upon him, I became aware of the extraordinary silence his words and appearance had imposed upon the gathering and I feared greatly the power of the people’s associations from childhood with him and his craft, and its effect on the aboriginal element quicksilver element in the massed African tribal mood. (page 273)
The young and the ancient come together in this figure out of time. Our heroes have to challenge his fairy tale authority over the interpretation of a Great Dream that will set South Africa aflame with rebellion.
As Van der Post emphasizes several times, the Umbombulimo mujst serve the Dream – the truth of the vision – and not the other way round. In the end, the Umbombulimo is found to have betrayed the Dream and he, together with his allies, must follow custom and walk over the edge.
The others followed obediently with bowed heads, all except the Umbombulimo who first laid down his forked stick, took off his trappings one by one until all his discarded finery lay like dead animal shapes upon the ground. Then naked as he had entered the world he proceeded behind the others to walk out of it. (page 279)
Fantastical rituals of a lost age; however as Van der Post says at the end of the book, the vision is ever greater than the self and it is not happiness or unhappiness we need, but meaning.
To Americans that might sound odd, but the American dream has always had a dark side to it. In the age of modernity, happiness is almost impossible to define, and the intangible myths of cowboy and Indian much simpler.
The dream – both African and American – is physical; the actions of people to achieve a goal together. Any dream can be a rebellion and can involve bloodshed; for every goal there is conflict. That’s the danger and the reason for the interpreters of dreams to hold sway in African tradition.
In Van der Post’s book the Umbombulimo – the sorcerer – is found to have sold a false dream. If we – in modernity – are living a false dream then it is much more than simply a case of happiness or unhappiness.
As I tend to say, everything is electrochemical impulses, so it would be false happiness! No, what is more relevant is the meaning we can adduce, and meaning often implicates a mythical substratum.




BWS, The Ram and the Peacock
BWS in The Studio (as I may have mentioned) says the wizard is a fallen hero and the barbarian an intruder. For the sake of argument, the wizard could represent modern science symbolised by the prism – Newtonian optics – and the sundial – spacetime (Relativity). I know that isn’t what he intended; it’s a way of testing the “truths” of science in a mythical setting.

I did a bit of reading on the “Opticks” in wikipaedia, and the main thing I got was that light by its nature is geometrical, splitting always at the same angles (diffraction, rainbow), irrespective of any medium. What that says is that any investigation of light (optics) goes into a perspective world, since that’s what geometry is. Newton essentially replaced rational deduction with controlled experiment (observation) and this has been so up to our own day.

Controlled experiments are supposedly “factual”, but in Newton’s case they take place in a perspective reality. Since so much of science is Newtonian, that applies to so much of what we are told. The perspective reality is essentially solar (light) and not physical. In BWS’s print the physical reality is the ornamental garden with wind-chimes in the trees, peacock and the signs of the cultivated country gentleman.

The sundial you could say IS physical, since it indicates the sun’s passage through the sky (Earth’s rotation). If that is so, then you could also say Einstein’s Relativity exists inside the prism (lens) of Newtonian optics.

In other words, these sorcerers are not in the physical reality of the garden (above), only in perspective reality. So, how does that account for “proofs” of spacetime, such as the recent algorithmic image of a supermassive black hole (Hyborian Bridge 56)?

As I mentioned there, it’s a perspective image through a great telescope (lens). The “proof” we have is in perspective reality. Now, I’m not saying perspective doesn’t exist; it does is a prism or lens (“Pets”). But the other reality is Earth’s rotation which involves relative proportions of sun and moon (prev).

The proportionate reality is the invisible or absolute one; the sun is only order. This goes back to “White Rabbit” and Alice Through the Looking Glass (Hyborian Bridge 48) where everything relates to the speed of light. Relativity is like a reflection in glass where all the images move through electromagnetism, or the vanishing point of technique.

Einstein I quoted awhile back 'Since the mathematicians have invaded the theory of relativity I do not understand it myself any more.' Exactly, because a perspective reality is a mathematical, not a physical reality. It’s implicitly confusing. We are in the sorcerer created land of infinite mirrors (Hyborian Bridge 20)

This is why we appear to live in a Looking Glass world rather than a physical one of rustic pursuits, country gentlemen, refined gardens, prairie riders and other things on the hoof.