Arson Cafe: Lockdown Chronicles #6

Saturday, April 11, 2020

Lockdown Chronicles #6

Art: John Anster Fitzgerald - The Artist's Dream

"I think that in bringing sanity to our intoxicated age, history has an important part to play. I do not mean that this is to be brought about by any supposed ‘lessons of history’, or indeed by anything easily put into a verbal formula. What history can and should do, not only for historians but for all whose education has given them any breadth of outlook, is to produce a certain temper of mind, a certain way of thinking and feeling about contemporary events and their relation to the past and the future.

I do not know whether one should accept Cornford’s thesis that Thucydides modelled his history on Attic tragedy; but, if he did, the events that he recorded fully justified his doing so, and the Athenians, if they had seen themselves in the light of actors in a possible tragedy, might have had the wisdom to avert the tragic outcome. It is an ancient doctrine that tragedy comes of hubris, but it is none the less true for being ancient, and hubris recurs in every age among those who have forgotten the disasters to which it has always led. In our age, mankind collectively has given itself over to a degree of hubris surpassing everything known in former ages."

Playlist:

1. Gnaw their Tongues & Dragged Into Sunlight - Alchemy In The Subyear

2. Asagraum - Black Sun Prayer

3. El-Ahrairah - Stone Throwers

4. Nocternity - Opaline Eye of Death

5. Gormanudr - Portal

6. Hæthen - Taking the Auspices

7. Vilkacis - Defiance

8. Black Vice - Emergence

9. Ildjarn - Eksistensens Jeger

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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.