Tuesday, December 31, 2024

Sunday, December 29, 2024

A Seascape from Tasso

 From Creation of the World, lines 675-689:

A gentle wind blows; a placid breeze, sweetly
murmuring, whispers and wanders about,
and ripples the waves, which look like
foamy silver among the rocks or by the
curved coasts; often with the color of shiny
sapphires the sea is tinged, and like
pyrope under the sun’s gentle rays.
Scattered sails fan out far away,
shining white in hundreds, in thousands,
faster than running horses and chariots;
painted ships unfold their old, famous
ensigns, and with pointed rostra furrow
their flat ways; all around, the wet fish
thrash, and often the swift dolphins 
show off their hunched backs in the air.

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Saturday, December 28, 2024

Antony Williams - "Cosmic Cosmic Marionette" oil on canvas



















Antony Williams painting “Cosmic Cosmic Marionette” suggests discussions ranging from Gnosticism to science fiction to comparisons with Milton’s Paradise Lost and Nathaniel Hawthornes “Rappaccini’s Daughter.” 

In the painting, Adam and Eve are puppets (marionettes), while Satan is a sort of sock puppet; all three characters being manipulated by a space alien. But for what purpose?

For Milton, that’s no alien but rather a just and loving God using the Fall as an instrument to advance his love and Grace.  Humans must experience a fall in order for Grace to have a subject to work upon.  As John Bunyan states:

Great sins do draw out great grace; and where guilt is most terrible and fierce, there the mercy of God in Christ, when showed to the soul, appears most high and mighty.

We can’t be saved unless we sin. God provides the “theatre” and cause of our sin, while also offering the path to redemption from that sin, though His Grace.  Do people have any free agency in this process? One might wonder that if sin, grace and redemption are foreordained and driven by God’s will, as it were, then what is the point?

The “science fiction” reading of the garden story drives the consideration of these difficult ambiguities, and readers are confounded as they entertain Gnostic notions of an “evil” (or anyway morally ambiguous) alien conducting mad scientist experiments—compare the Prometheus Alien film and Nathaniel Hawthorne's story “Rappaccini’s Daughter.” Is God a mad scientist?  Indeed, is God… God?

Milton has been called “the first poet of space,” and Paradise Lost has been called the first modern science fiction story. Through his science fiction (if that’s what Paradise Lost is) does Milton advance orthodox, heterodox, Gnostic, or heretical exegeses of these matters?

Readers perplexed by these questions should do well to consider the ambiguities themselves—that is, rather the consideration of these ambiguities is the true subject of the “experiment.”  Considering the shifting medium of myth and language—let alone our precarious situation in the universe—can we hope to arrive at some kind of happy resolution in pursuing these questions? Little wonder in his sonnet “When I consider how my light is spent” Milton concludes, “they also serve who only stand and wait.” Simply existing in our curious spiritual state, moreover in our nearly imponderable situation in relation to space and time—these are materials of a fantastic cosmic adventure!

Meantime, to view one among many possible Highbrow insights into these matters, please click HERE.

Curious about helpful sociological distinctions that provide resolution? Please click HERE.

Friday, December 27, 2024

Emanations 11 in Mumbai




"Emanations has arrived bringing eyesight to the blind."

                                    - Vitasta Raina

Tuesday, December 24, 2024

from "On the Morning of Christ's Nativity"

XVIII
And then at last our bliss
Full and perfect is,
But now begins; for from this happy day
Th' old Dragon under ground,
In straiter limits bound,
Not half so far casts his usurped sway,
And wrath to see his Kingdom fail,
Swindges the scaly Horrour of his foulded tail. 

XIX
The Oracles are dumm,
No voice or hideous humm
Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving.
Apollo from his shrine
Can no more divine,
With hollow shreik the steep of Delphos leaving.
No nightly trance, or breathed spell,
Inspire's the pale-ey'd Priest from the prophetic cell.
 
XX
The lonely mountains o're,
And the resounding shore,
A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament;
From haunted spring and dale
Edg'd with poplar pale,
The parting Genius is with sighing sent,
With flowre-inwov'n tresses torn
The Nimphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn. 
 
XXI
In consecrated Earth,
And on the holy Hearth,
The Lars, and Lemures moan with midnight plaint,
In Urns, and Altars round,
A drear, and dying sound
Affrights the Flamins at their service quaint;
And the chill Marble seems to sweat,
While each peculiar power forgoes his wonted seat. 
 
XXII
Peor, and Baalim,
Forsake their Temples dim,
With that twise-batter'd god of Palestine,
And mooned Ashtaroth,
Heav'ns Queen and Mother both,
Now sits not girt with Tapers holy shine,
The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn,
In vain the Tyrian Maids their wounded Thamuz mourn. 
 
XXIII
And sullen Moloch fled,
Hath left in shadows dred.
His burning Idol all of blackest hue,
In vain with Cymbals ring,
They call the grisly king,
In dismall dance about the furnace blue;
The brutish gods of Nile as fast,
Isis and Orus, and the Dog Anubis hast. 
 
XXIV
Nor is Osiris seen
In Memphian Grove, or Green,
Trampling the unshowr'd Grasse with lowings loud:
Nor can he be at rest
Within his sacred chest,
Naught but profoundest Hell can be his shroud:
In vain with Timbrel'd Anthems dark
The sable-stoled Sorcerers bear his worshipt Ark.
 
XXV
He feels from Juda's land
The dredded Infants hand,
The rayes of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn;
Nor all the gods beside,
Longer dare abide,
Nor Typhon huge ending in snaky twine:
Our Babe, to shew his Godhead true,
Can in his swadling bands controul the damned crew. 

XXVI
So when the Sun in bed,
Curtain'd with cloudy red,
Pillows his chin upon an Orient wave.
The flocking shadows pale
Troop to th' infernall jail,
Each fetter'd Ghost slips to his severall grave,
And the yellow-skirted Fayes
Fly after the Night-steeds, leaving their Moon-lov'd maze
 
                                                               --John Milton, 1629


Botticelli - Madonna of the Book

Sunday, December 22, 2024

A mahogany jewel



M15, photo taken in 1976.  Pretty, but the owner says it didn't sail very well.

Saturday, December 21, 2024

Summerhill, Suffolk, UK



Notwithstanding my subtle enthusiasms for liberty and freedom, I would spend maybe fifteen minutes in this looney bin before I went over the wall. 

When I was a teenage chap, the last thing I wanted was to associate with adults who considered themselves my "equals." Indeed, the school's fundamental pedagogical principle flies in the face of common sense and anthropological science, in my humble opinion. Ugh, and I have been through that private school ordeal of calling teachers by their first names; or even worse, calling teachers by soppy-sounding nick names.

"The oldest children's democracy in the world." Well, yes.  Of course it is.

Thursday, December 19, 2024

Wednesday, December 18, 2024

Tuesday, December 17, 2024

Sunday, December 15, 2024

noted

Willem de Kooning, Seated Woman, 1940

 

Saturday, December 14, 2024

Michael Moorcock's New Worlds 60th Anniversary Issue

A new issue of New Worlds, the ground-breaking showcase of the British New Wave, has been published.

New Worlds has been a profound influence on many writers, artists and students of aesthetic theory.

For a penetrating review, I recommend Rob Latham's essay appearing in the Los Angeles Review of Books, paring the new issue with a discussion of a related work from the New Wave: Harlan Ellison's Last Dangerous Visions, the publication of which has been long-delayed, but is now available. Please click HERE.

The new issue continues the "mission" to present serious art and writing to a broad and keen audience.  Highly recommended. 

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Tuesday, December 10, 2024

Colorful

Photograph by D. Harlan Wilson

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Sunday, December 8, 2024

Edie Sedgwick: a real life Carroll Mallow?

 

Alas, Edie Sedgwick and Carroll Mallow compare in many ways.

Carroll is Bronson Bodine's love interest in the Invisible Tower trilogy. Refracted through dazzling patterns of cultural revelation, she drives much of the plot (as well as the aspirations of the hero) in We Reign Secure, then she bewitchingly evokes a panorama of esoteric themes in The Sky-Shaped Sarcophagus.  

Alas, poor Edie Sedgwick. There was no Bronson Bodine to rescue her!

It might be more apt to compare Edie to Jinx Misselbritches, the full-spectrum media project envisioned by Carroll Mallow, in which the fictional Jinx, a woman of the new New Age, would insinuate across geographic and social divides a "Bodineian revolution" in self-image and spirit. 

Saturday, November 30, 2024

The enigma of not much (the 6.2-million-dollar banana)

Maurizio Cattelan "Comedian" 2019














Artist's statement:

To me, Comedian was not a joke; it was a sincere commentary and a reflection on what we value. At art fairs, speed and business reign, so I saw it like this: if I had to be at a fair, I could sell a banana like others sell their paintings. I could play within the system, but with my rules. I can’t say how people will react, but I hope these new works will break up the normal viewing habits and open a discussion on what really matters. We are surrounded by conversations based on immaterial structures, social values and hierarchies that we created, but usually we prefer to forget this; it’s like being anaesthetised.

                                                                 -- Maurizio Cattelan 

Friday, November 29, 2024

Open Call to Artists and Performers

Just crossed my desk, from Terrance Lindall:


Wednesday, November 27, 2024

Saturday, November 23, 2024

Friday, November 22, 2024

Mosquito Wings by Dick Rampen

Dick Rampen writes:

Another childhood memory. My grampa bought the unfinished mosquito bomber wings from deHavilland at the end of WW2. They filled a 30 acre field in various states of completion and he turned them into roof trusses, sheds and chicken coups. The landing gear were used as hydraulics for anything and everything.

The price was under a dollar a wing just to make the purchase legal.

My brother and I used them as teeter totters and as a playground.

Instruments of war became toys and buildings, a much better use.
Dick Rampen's art has appeared in the past four volumes of Emanations.

Tuesday, November 19, 2024

Ruins of the Ziggurat of Dur-Kurigalzu - consider as a sculpture?








Title: "Untitled" (14th century BCE)
Genre: Modern Art
Well-tempered liben and stamped baked bricks with erosion effects

Sunday, November 17, 2024

Highbrow wisdom for the pure of heart












Tomorrow is another day, but today is today.

Saturday, November 9, 2024

Do aesthetic values have a place in the description of this image? Or should we instead emphasize aesthetic virtues?

Max Ernst – La mer et le soleil, 1926

Values are synthetic a priori dicta established by some arbitrary authority, while virtues rather reflect the subjective activity of enjoyment and appreciation. To each his own, though I should be remis were I not to point out that in ethics and moral philosophy the values vs. virtues distinction carries significant political implications.

Friday, November 8, 2024

Emanations 11 has been published!


























The latest volume of International Authors’ literary anthology series, Emanations 11 presents stunning art, illustrations and writing from around the world. Over five-hundred pages long, this new book sustains International Authors’ commitment to innovation and experimentation: challenging visual pieces, intriguing artists’ statements, idiosyncratic memoirs, candid academic reflections, astute poetic expressions and cutting-edge speculative fiction. The forty-three contributors represent Japan, South Korea, the Philippines, Nepal, India, Oman, Spain, the United Kingdom, Canada and the United States.


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Thursday, November 7, 2024

A collection of new short stories inspired by J. G. Ballard: Wave IX is available for pre-order













From the Space Cowboy Books description:

A tribute to the fictitious magazine Wave IX from J.G. Ballard's 1961 short story "Studio 5, The Stars." In the fictitious version of the magazine Ballard predicts the rise of machine generated poetry; and in this real-world version of Wave IX the current debacle over machine generated works is satirized, battled against, and disregarded with human generated works, tributes to Ballard, works inspired by the story, and more. Wave IX features an multigenerational cast of writers and artists from all over the world.

Featuring stories, poetry, and art from: Eugen Bacon, F.J. Bergmann, Michael Butterworth, Jacques Garnier, Jean-Paul L. Garnier, Carter Kaplan, Jardine Libaire, Jonathan Nevair, Charles Platt, Aaron Sheppard, & Mark Soden Jr.

This anthology is published by Space Cowboy Books, an award-winning brick and mortar bookstore in Joshua Tree, California, an independent publishing house, producer of Simultaneous Times podcast, and event space.

Edited by Jean-Paul L. Garnier

Product Details
Price
$12.99  $12.08
Publisher
Space Cowboy Books
Publish Date
Pages
94
Dimensions
5.5 X 8.5 X 0.24 inches | 0.24 pounds
Language
English
Type
Paperback
EAN/UPC
9798989630820

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Sunday, November 3, 2024

editing continues

Examining a proof copy.  Emanations 11 looks good.  More information soon.

Saturday, November 2, 2024

Andromeda Nebula

 

Andromeda Nebula: A Space-Age Tale is a science fiction novel by the Soviet writer and paleontologist IvanYefremov, written in 1955–1956 and published in 1957.