Arson Cafe: Lockdown Chronicles #4

Monday, March 30, 2020

Lockdown Chronicles #4

Art: Franz Sedlacek - Ghosts on the Tree

"The attitude of man towards the non-human environment has differed profoundly at different times. The Greeks, with their dread of hubris and their belief in a Necessity or Fate superior even to Zeus, carefully avoided what would have seemed to them insolence towards the universe. The Middle Ages carried submission much further: humility towards God was a Christian’s first duty. Initiative was cramped by this attitude, and great originality was scarcely possible.

The Renaissance restored human pride, but carried it to the point where it led to anarchy and disaster. Its work was largely undone by the Reformation and the counter-reformation. But modern technique, while not altogether favourable to the lordly individual of the Renaissance, has revived the sense of the collective power of human communities. Man, formerly too humble, begins to think of himself as almost a god. The Italian pragmatist Papini urges us to substitute the ‘Imitation of God’ for the ‘Imitation of Christ’."

Track listing:

1. Oranssi Pazuzu - Ole Muukalainen

2. Mannveira - Vítiskvalir Vitundar

3. Thy Darkened Shade - Narrow Fields of Life

4. Corpus Christii - Livid Night

5. Bekëth Nexëhmü - Bestens Urblod

6. Crimson Moon - Molding of a Spell

7. Akantha - Thesis and Antithesis

8. Szron - Crushing the Traitors

9. A.H.P. - Decay

Total run time: 00:49:10

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Reckoning

From all the hills came screams. A piece of sky beside the crescent sun was detaching. It was a loosened circle of evening sky, suddenly lighted from the back. It was an abrupt black body out of nowhere; it was a flat disk; it was almost over the sun. That is when there were screams. At once this disk of sky slid over the sun like a lid. The sky snapped over the sun like a lens cover. The hatch in the brain slammed. Abruptly it was dark night, on the land and in the sky. In the night sky was a tiny ring of light. The hole where the sun belongs is very small. A thin ring of light marked its place. There was no sound. The eyes dried, the arteries drained, the lungs hushed. There was no world. We were the world’s dead people rotating and orbiting around and around, embedded in the planet’s crust, while the earth rolled down. Our minds were light-years distant, forgetful of almost everything.