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)

Monday 9 December 2019

Hyborian Bridge 93

The Plumed Serpent, page 273
This sort of ancient and primitive unconscious has quite a lot in common with heroic fantasy. Instead of abstract thought, there is a genuine moral attachment to the earth. What DH Lawrence calls the “mental-spiritual” attributes of whites is opposed by the dark unconscious and fleshily virile attributes of the Indians.

Written in the 20s, almost a hundred years ago, the rise of the “mental-spiritual” has led to a worship of “smart” things. In terms of Indian attributes, health and genuine wealth are much more to do with the physical and erotic fleshiness of communal living.
Peru, Raymond Depardon
Naïve gaiety in the flaunting of ostentatious eroticism are signifiers of wealth in the primitive wellbeing DH Lawrence encounters in Mexico. I did mention somewhere (Hyborian Bridge 14) that this is the opposite of Freud, where wealth (money) signifies the erotic (carnal).
What seems to follow from that is that money (capital, Freud) – whether or not it signifies the erotic – does destroy the flaunting of primitive eroticism. The type of thing that Laurie Lee writes about in Cider With Rosie.
Money (or the $) signifies “smart” as opposed to primitive; in that sense sexuality is yet another activity that occupies the thought-process, instead of just happening. I’m not one to decry fashion (being a fan of Gaultier) but the pornographic industry has to be almost as big.

Real wealth is a matter of health, and health is much more to do with the primitive spine that articulates the body, if we’re talking communes that live on and from the land.
Pictorial 75
..where the body is a supple, strong, counterpoised instrument for cultivating the land.
Howard’s heroes and heroines often have primitive aspects of temper and temperament, but to what extent is the genuinely moral primitive by nature? One can’t rationalise a moral instinct, and if the circumstances dictate action to avenge a deed, so be it. The same goes for the negative moral force of A Thoth Amon. There is no rationale, only naked ego and lust for ungodly power. So you could say Howard’s heroes and heroines and villains are all primitive, in the same sense DH Lawrence means.
They are hippy and fleshy and undulating as opposed to cerebral. This connects them to Ymir and the bones of Earth, and to our reptile ancestors.
His flesh became earth
His blood the sea
His bones the mountains
His teeth, cliffs and crags
His skull, the heavens and vaulted Asgard
His brain floating clouds
Ymir, Pictorial 56

The reptile is a destructive force, but its unconscious spinal manifestation is a power that is ignored at the peril of one’s soul. The head that is “smart” as opposed to moral is always impressed by information (DNA,AI) at the expense of the virile, the manly and heroic, and the feminine and supple.
Human culture is moral because it is flesh and bone, not because it is abstract thought. Flesh dies and becomes part of the cyclical forces of nature. These forces are strong and pure and provide health and wealth – see prev on BWS Adastra in Africa, tribal mythos and power. The opposite scenario is Bill Gates’ pathogen-killing toilet, a hygiene-machine or “smart” solution that also kills primitive culture.
Weird Tales, as seen through the prism of Margaret Brundage’s sensual and mildly bondage-oriented covers, is fleshily supple and virile. Set against this, the figure of death often stalks the covers, as with The People of the Black Circle.
The creepiness – which later recurred in EC’s terror titles – has been decried but there is an undeniable moral aspect in the figure of a lusty damsel beset by evil forces and, in the course of the story, thwarting them either through wiles or by the aid of some heroic actor.
There is a vast contrast between, on the one hand the embodiment of life and beauty and, on the other, the possibility of the life being snuffed out and the onset of decay. Lovercraft somewhere says that Weird Tales contributor Clark Ashton-Smith is preoccupied with images of death, decay and abnormality, or some such phrase.
The point is that for a magazine to be fleshily sensual and virile at the same time as being prone to advance the spectre of death is a type of honesty that one has to say is moral. For those who think there is a fetishistic aspect to Weird Tales, the presence of death one could equally say is a good counterbalance to the fleshly. The idea of a nubile maiden who continually cheats death is quite a common pulp trope – as in Nyoka.
Where life is seen in such fairly primitive terms of flesh and threat – as opposed to being seen in purely cerebral terms – fetishistic aspects are difficult to deny. That is a type of honesty. Pornography, which pretends everything is all about genitalia, is peddling a type of profitable lie.
Where death is present, then the powerful forces of decay and rebirth are also there. This entire area is vital to life, and really governs the entire process of organic farming which depends on predator-prey relationships. The humus in the soil is built-up of decaying organic matter that plants thrive on.
This type of culture is strong because it involves cyclical relationships. Whereas modern culture tends to be built-up of information, this is built-up of constant transformation, as one thing changes into another.
Where living is seen to be fleshly, that is going to be the case. Flesh is sensual, virile, feminine. Really we’re in the world of the power to act through the shape of things – animal, plant – to put them to use (see prev.) This world has a story, a myth; the seasons turn; the harvest moon shines down. The story has to invoke the face of death or it would be immoral, a mere façade.
Opposed to these moral forces of the fleshly and the decaying, modern science proposes “smart” machines that more or less pretend there is no such thing as death and decay. They kill pathogens, but only to sterilize a process (as in Gates’ toilet). The idea that the process itself is death, and that this supports life, falls outside the range of “smart” or hygienic-machines that operate outside of cyclical processes (eg pesticides kill, they do not balance the prey with a predator).
I know Weird Tales isn’t a farming magazine; it’s simply that the primitive fleshiness has the same moral basis as an organic farm! The question is, how much of the information in modern science is immoral because it is outside of cyclical forces?
For a start, cyclical forces are not hygienic; they are smelly and degrading. Their power is in the continual change of one thing into another through a process of corruption. Almost all the information in modern science is hygienic. Hygiene is needed to sterilize an area so that no cyclical process (of degradation) can occur.
If you say that fleshly living has story that involves death and corruption, maybe the scientific story is different – but what is it? It seems to mainly be composed of information; but if the information is obtained via sterile processes, it could be immoral.
Semiconductors have to be kept airtight and watertight to ensure they function in sterile conditions (“A vagrant charge,” said Gutierrez, “A speck of dust, a relay too worn to function right” – The Long Tomorrow). CERN is another machine that requires a near-vacuum to function. If you take DNA, in order to isolate it there must be a surgical procedure of sterility or it would just disintegrate in a trice.
Is it true to say, though, that these procedures are outside of a cyclical system of destruction and creation? I think so, because they are not fleshly. DNA only exists in a microscope; inside a cell it’s invisible. The sterile process isolates information. But that information is outside of cyclical processes that give living things strength.
As far as CERN goes – or the reflector telescopes, see Hyborian Bridge 56 – the information gets more abstract by the year. If we lived in an abstract universe that might be ok, but we live in a physical one. Seen from Earth, that is sun, moon, planets, stars.
The question is, why is the scientific information getting so abstract (and indecipherable)? I tend to suppose it’s because only physical information is balanced and proportionate. The Earth is the domain of life. I know “they” keep saying there’s life out there – show it, then. Earth exists in a delicate balance, and that is the physical reality. The psyche emanates from the physical, in the Theosophy of Madame Blavatsky.
This pretty well takes us back in a circle to Weird Tales (and Talbot Mundy’s Tros of Samothrace). The way heroes and heroines unflinchingly face the dark or reptilian forces – such as Jirel’s descent through insane geometry to a dreamland of fallen idols – has a fleshly aspect that traces back to lost ages.
The stories have meaning and power and a moral force that is simply the human figure in its guise of hunter, knight, adventurer; keen spirit under the orbs of the mighty cosmos above.