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)

Thursday 12 December 2019

Pictorial 79

Ladder to a Sun
(homage to Jefferson Starship’s Sunfighter album, done in wood beads and acrylic)
Simplicity is the great theme of the heavenly orbs, the theme that Man tries to decipher with astrology and Tarot. So one arrives at subtlety, rather than the scientific sense that the more complex things are the closer one gets to solving the puzzle.
Subtlety is not a solution but an interpretation. It depends on a simple framework – the movements of the planets – while to scientists the simplicity is simply proof that nothing is there! Science is preternaturally blind to simplicity because it is something that just is. There happen to be nine planets by pure fortune or happenstance. To Pythagoras or the Egyptians this meant mystery and meaning; to scientists it is meaningless.
The same applies to any archetypal shape, from a dog to a snake. To science they have no meaning save that of competition (see prev); to story and myth the meanings are manifold. So science rigorously denies meaning, since only simple things can have a story and a myth!
Those who search for meaning in the modern scene are more likely to be out-of-time. Burne Hogarth (Pictorial 1, 4) was a true Renaissance Man who brought to pulps a connoisseur’s eye of the moral force of “a man armed only with a knife” in Tarza.
The jungle is a labyrinth that only the pure heart can penetrate (NOTE: there’s a para in Denizens of the Netherworld 2 that refers to the “labyrinth”. At that time I was meaning the modern maze of logic, so read it in that way or there could be a lot of confusion!) Yes, the labyrinth of the forest in Gilgamesh (Kari Hohne Pictorial 65). Subtle interweavings and traps that are not just randomly complex. The call of the hunt and the scent of blood, the kill and the carrion, the cycle of lifedeath, strength and fear.
One searches for meaning outside of the modern maze of logic, and inside the primeval labyrinth of arboreal stories, of shipwrecks and berocked sirens. So, one assumes, do others outside the modern uni-mind, be it DH Lawrence (The Plumed Serpent) or Leigh Brackett (The Long Tomorrow).
Both books make the assumption that Modern Man is basically batty and foresee alternate paths that connect to a more primitive conscious and the primeval reptile. Beckett’s agrarian society poses the same question that I posed at the end of Elektra: the Sequel (Hyborian Bridge 91). Is going Amish justified, or are we justified to keep the mechanical devices that we happen to like?
It’s almost impossible to answer, and Leigh Brackett’s later work was prone to deal with alien societies under peril of extinction from human endeavours. EC sci-fi titles were often prone to show species at vastly different levels of development, from  primeval forest dwellers to flashing starship troopers.
In The Long Tomorrow, Leigh depicts the honest toil of barging through the American mid-west, sweat beading down, hair matted, and this has a moral force. I once worked on an organic farm and the rituals of baling and scything are for sure sweaty fun (Cider With Rosie Pictorial 5).
Grabbing at straws, could we, say, go back to castles and peasantry but still keep the odd Harley Davidson? The Long Tomorrow faces the same quandary when, at the end, they acknowledge that information can never be destroyed and someone, somewhere, will eventually revive it.
Yes, there’s something in that but, equally, one can’t live a lie and that we live in an information age is the biggest lie of all. We live in “their” information age, the Martians in our midst. Some things are morally pure, such as the smell of hay or dry compost. This is the cyclical world of seasonal power under the mighty orbs above. So, it’s not so much a case of we shouldn’t advance as that we should recognize the cosmos for what it is.

This world is story, and the other world is weak – physically and psychically. One way to put it is to place two of BWS’s Howard prints side-by-side (BWS is another guy seemingly out-of-time, as well as out-of-sight)
 

 
If Bran represents the reptile strength of the fens, Thoth represents the mental-spiritual aeriness that knows only ego-lust. In between the two is the way of the barbarian where strength of body and moral codes place them on a higher pedestal than either peasant or king.
Both Kull and Conan were barbarians who conquered kingdoms, learning wisdom and curbing their unruly excesses. Both Valusia and Aquilonia are civilized kingdoms that respond well to strength of arm and mind.
 

Both face sorcerous foes and both throw them off. Modern civilization has to throw off the yoke of sorcery. That doesn’t mean science (which just means knowledge). It means the malevolence of techniques that are born of a lie.
Kull #7
Kull overthrows orthodoxy