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)

Friday, 7 June 2019

Combination of the Two (11)

In the scene from Gods in Chaos where Choublanc abdicates in favour of Nikopol, the feral pet Gogol draws blood in an unprovoked attack on the governor’s tattooed visage. This is what unruly physicality has to say to the pomposity of dictatorial minds!
The dictatorial mind molds in its own image the resplendent planet of archaic vintage, which in our era is the language of the wormdollar. The dollar represents competitive order of perspective (sun).
You guys in America probably know that Brexit has been going on for awhile now. I just saw in DT Yanis Veroufakis – ex Greek finance minister and now running MeRA25 a new Greek party – has a lot to say on the matter. Yanis is so typical of the academics who are seduced by a perspective reality of the dollar (or Euro) because the head itself is a perspective system (electromagnetism C4, 5)
Our reality of pure order is bound to seduce heads which admire logical argument, but it is pure illusion. Appearances are very convincing BECAUSE it is a perspective illusion. The physical reality is that Earth faces the cosmos of stars and planets. Artemis, huntress of the moon; also the capricious god Dionysus and satyrs of the wooded groves.
It’s like a vicious circle since the more convincing our illusion of perspective – the more hyperloops, drones, speed – the more convinced are the heads who babble away in their illusions of the (hubristic) mind.
All this can be torn asunder with sheer physicality, as Gogol does to Choublanc. The unruly and the Earthbound reclaim the planet of myth, the one that Howard took to atavistic heights of blood and wanderlust.


The lifestyle is unruly, the physicality hits you. If you look at this photo you could be forgiven for thinking it’s some Indian game reserve instead of a rubbish dump!
 
"ragpicker" in Gauhati
Scavengers relish rubbish and their activity is the intrusion of nature that is strong and free. The scene you see is ruled by nature and not by the wormdollar. I’m not saying it’s cool, just that it’s a freedom of unruly physique and vagrant psyche. In other words, it’s not an order (diktat) of the head; it’s a freedom (physical) of the body, and so has the strength of activity.
Where you have freedom of activity (Man, animal, plant) there is a primeval rhythm that connects things, an irrational crowding, standing around and surveying the scene, flapping, scrabbling, hunting for trinkets.
Where the head is running things (as Modi might in India) the first things you get are perspective and hygiene (tidiness). Instead of animals wandering around (holy cows), birds flapping, humans pottering you would tend to get rational indices; numbers indicating scales and grades and levels of progress.
I quoted Grace Slick in Hyborian Bridge 62/1 on the “anal-compulsive” attachment to numbers (Lindsay Anderson also makes a similar reference in O Lucky Man Alternates 4). Whereas numbers in a physical world are usually irrelevant – with all the irrational crowding on Indian trains – in a perspective world numbers become attached to the compulsive head.

Because this universe is not physical – freely active – numbers are its compulsion, whether or not it is physically desirable. Hence Slick’s comment is very applicable. The freedom of the body to be active is basic to human desire. Here’s a picture I found of 30s hikers that might be seen to be slightly Enid Blyton, but it struck me there is a strong affinity to Howard
 
stylised realism, Hikers by James Walker Tucker
Female figures in loose garments pursuing outdoor activities with vigour and resolve; consulting a chart with close attention to detail in their quest for the wizard’s tomb (or whatever). It’s a picture of physical and intellectual freedom modernity has lost sight of.
Without the physical freedom the psyche cannot emanate (Blavatsky, prev), and remains stultified by the perspective order of countless acolytes. Note that the picture has decisive detail fairly irrespective of distance giving a sort of flattened perspective which has a sort of psychic energy – compare with BWS prints Hyborian Bridge 21.