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 4 May 2019

Hyborian Bridge 61 (part 4 of 4)




BWS, Thoth Amon, The high priest of perspective illusion
In their dens of esoteric mumbo-jumbo, the acolytes of sorcerers strive to overwhelm our physical reality with perspective illusions. This is the “Idol of the Den” as prefigured in The New Atlantis  (Drama1) which Howard’s sorcerous tales also seem to foreshadow in reptilian colours.

Some things are actually quite simple. If you investigate human metabolism you tend to get swamped in chemicals – ketones, amino-acids, bipolar lipids. Nevertheless, the way molecules work is by shape-recognition; like a jigsaw they fit together. (What is shape? Symmetry, proportion).

In other words, something very complicated also needs simplicity or it wouldn’t function. Another example is a record player. The grooves contain all the information but, until you spin the disc that’s all it is. The simple act of spinning at 33 1/3 rpm acts to decipher the grooves.

Planet Earth is spinning, and that simple act deciphers the vast complexity of the universe. Acolytes of sorcerers in their dens of iniquity do not actually care for sun and moon and stars above. Proportionate physical reality is of no interest to them. What they want is the overwhelming of that physical reality, and its simplicity, by one of perspective illusion (see Traylor “Pets” Hyborian Bridge 56)

This fact seems to have fooled quite a few people since, without a physical reality there can be no figurative interpretation – just facts.

So, the simple fact that the Earth spins against the cosmos is physical reality. All heroic fantasies from Homer onward have this physical reality as their sine qua non. It implies a strength and simplicity of verse or, in Howard, poetic prose.

In the modern world, simplicity is supposed to be primitive and just “wrong”. In fact, it just means that things are physical and of the body and not of the head. Howard foreshadows the “Den of the Head” in his serpentine denizens of hidden crypts, staring at illusions of the