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 21 August 2020

Hyborian Bridge 131


The Black Sun of calculation is another reason why Biden’s so-called green revolution is so much hot air. All that tends to happen is that, in all the areas that are labelled “green”, there is ever-more dependence on electromagnetism – the sun – and therefore an ever more immaterial culture. Ever more heading towards convergence with the algorithm.
Electromagnetism – or the mirror of illusion – is the land that the profane serpent enters. The land that has no concept of the symmetries of fertility in the field.
This is the land of physical boredom where the body is moved around by machine. Since the physique and the rhythms of nature can’t be denied, they are corrupted by the Black Sun into pornographic illusions that attract the ego.
The illusions are the profane serpent, that exists inside the mirror. Something very convincing, like the expressive algorithm, and with a  queasy sexuality, like clean meat (P130) Wherever there is a queasy sexuality, there is a certain attraction, and that is the profane serpent at work.
The green revolution is essentially sterile, which means ever-more rubbish removal to keep the system operative. In a sense, rubbish-removal becomes the new green, replacing the physical lifestyles amongst decedent areas, strength of psyche
Everything’s the opposite of what it should be, but of course what “they” say is that it cuts carbon emissions. Biden is talking of aggressive carbon border taxes in a foreign policy initiative. I think one should define a few things. First of all, to forestall the heat-death of the Earth is not necessarily green as opposed to clever technology. Why should wanting to save survive be called green?
No one is talking about a change of lifestyle to the physical areas of movement and action in the fields of fertility. They only talk in sterile numbers.
That entire area is entering the mirror of illusion wherein the profane serpent dwells. The psyche –especially of children – will be prey to the serpent, rather than being wild and free in the playground of the childish mind.
Animals are playful things, and in a future of the fields of fertility, goats will make friends with cute kids and all will be well. I’m not saying there won’t be war and famine, just that the strength of psychic health will be there to cope.
I was watching Vie Privee (1962) with Brigitte Bardot as an over-exposed star who goes batty (somewhat autobiographically), and noticed that when she went home to her country estate for a sabbatical, the first thing she did was say hello to the goat, Claudio.
The French are better at this kind of thing than Anglos, in a way, but it makes a rustic point of having physical/psychic action as opposed to a sterile monetary system of order, whether it is called green or not.
Animals and pastures are organic, so maybe that is a better word? As was noted previously, only Kanye West of the present candidates has made any reference to rustic endeavours. While Biden talks rust/green belts, West is imagining a poetic sense of antiquated ease. It only seems like folly in the context of the billions of easy money coming off the Biden lips. In the context of having an attractive lifestyle, isn’t it fairly appealing?
Living on 40 acres with a mule is organic and self-sufficient, so perhaps that’s what we should be talking about, rather than the green illusion that leads to the dastardly dragon?
Biden in one respect is “better” than Trump because he’s green; in another respect worse because there’s more money and a bigger illusion.
If all this sounds like a fairy tale, it might be because it bears some relation to Weird Tales and Hyboria, where the sorcery exists in an illusory world of ingenious traps. The main difference with Weird Tales is that decadence is an overriding facet of the stories, particularly in Brundage’s curvilinear covers.
 

In a world of decadence, the strength of feminine revival is a powerful antidote to the illusions of sorcery. The same feminine prospects are present in BWS’s art-deco infested Conan. Howard’s delicate descriptions of women and flowers are ever-present in his fantasies.
In short, “green” has metamorphosed into something overtly masculine and numerical (monetary). The dollar is not green, but milkmaidens in pastures new are. Those milkmaidens and those mules connote psychic strength from the organic or physical cycles of fertility on our symmetrical planet Earth.