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.