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)

Wednesday 21 August 2019

Hyborian Bridge 73


The sorcerer (acolyte) lives in an articulate world of scripted routine (like DNA). These are the product of an ordered universe, but what of the disordered universe of yore? What of the woods, the fields, the Biblical threshing and larking around?

Several things come to mind. The physical activity that accentuates the body, as in the tradition of fulling (Hyborian Bridge 60). This closeness or overlap of work to pleasure is typically traditional. Basically, because the body is involved in work.

The other idea is the disordered world is not a hygienic one; there’s dirt and wet and cow pats and those that work are exposed to microbes in dirt. These have a strengthening effect on the immune system(Tales of Faith 10, Pictorial 14,44). Once the work is over, one bathes the dirt away (Pictorial 21). The ancient Greeks used to anoint with oil, which is another deep cleansing method.

Our view of medieval times is often quite negative owing to this disordered universe. I’ve been watching a Dutch medieval film called Floris which is a sequel to the original Dutch TV series starring Rutger Hauer and his Indian accomplice. However, Floris the film is much more of a parody, and I got some quite interesting things off it.

There are some quite good jokes though I think a lot of the Dutch bypassed me. At the start he meets Pi, a travelling Chinawoman, who becomes his accomplice. He introduces her to his father, Floris senior (the son of the original) with,

“Pa, Pi; Pi, Pa”

Since there are quite a few druggy gags, I reckon that’s a reference to poppy.

Floris is a travelling actor, and there’s quite a lot of tumbling; physical humour and acrobatory. Apart from that, he and Pi have quite a lot of tramping through mud, on the trail of a holy relic. There are horse ass gags, and Pi plays a shadow-show on a white horses midriff that shows her stripping off, to distract a couple of guards.

It did strike me as quite medieval with a lot of turrets and bare stonework, moats (for falling into), mud, birds and woods. Pi demonstrates her martial skills in a fight with a pole, and it made me realize the similarity between ancient Chinese philosophy and medievalism. Bruce Lee’s quote..

“Notice that the stiffer tree is much easier cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.”

..applies to active civilizations that use the body to fight or work (Biblical threshing). The act of being active in the field creates an active universe of horses, hedgerows and critters, mud and wet, straw, hay, compost, ploughing, crops and cattle. The “field” meaning somewhere that is seeded side-by-side with wildness, where there is give-and-take and no ungiving monoculture (of beef or crop).

There’s a parallel here with biochemical science, which is based on detection of crystals (X-ray diffraction, prev.) since a crystal is a rigid structure which is easy to shatter. This is what happens to a hall of mirrors
Conan #20
Hyborian Bridge 20

Something that is unbending, that is a scripted routine appeals to a society of the head. To a society of the body, the flexibility of give-and-take is much more natural to an active life on the range.

“I want to get back in the dirt where I can feel clean!” says Vic in A Boy and His Dog, going from Topeka to the disordered universe that cannot be shattered because it bends and gives. Reality.

What a hall of mirrors gives you is crystal medicine which is ultra-precise and very compatible with DNA. But a living body is not inert DNA; it is water and air, bone and sinew that reacts to the fire of the sun.

There are two universes, and the disordered universe of action (body) is a creature of the surroundings, of give-and-take. The ordered universe of the head is a creature of acolytes of a hall of mirrors (angle of light C4) It’s a universe that has no give-and-take of the surroundings that feed our needs.

I already mentioned somewhere the ordering effect of intensive beef lots (Drama1 Pictorial 44) on what used to be cowboy country. The cattle are not given freedom to graze on hay, which is a relaxed and humane (or cowmane) herd lifestyle.

It’s typical that vegans complain of methane, which is a product of intensive breeding with oats, which acidify the herbivore stomach. They are so ignorant they probably don’t know the difference. They – along with the unfortunate cattle – are products of an ordered universe that cannot bend in relaxed manner, and must be dosed with various types of crystal medicine.

They, along with the political classes – exist in articulate reality that cannot conceive of the gay abandon of the forest groves of yore (I noticed Boris Johnson’s girlfriend, Carrie Symonds, is not only vegan but a puffin-lover) and speak the language of habitual order.

Meaning, not the free range of give-and-take that bends with the wind, but the crystal medicine of intensive lots, vegans and grouse moor clearances that only exist in articulate reality. The laconic warriors of poetry speak a physical language of strength and purity, of the expressive body and free range of yore. Yeehar!

BE YOUNG YOU (with Papa John Creache)