Wednesday, 14 October 2015

Thought 68: Plato and The Picture of Dorian Gray


The novel The Picture of Dorian Gray
by celebrated author Oscar Wilde,
in so far as it relates the impact
of ill deeds on the soul by
way of a magical painting, 
joins up with Plato's
metaphysics of the
soul as something
that is impacted
in its health by
our thoughts,
emotions, and
actions.


That is why
'Those who find
beautiful meanings
in beautiful things
are the cultivated.
For these there
is hope.'

—Oscar Wilde,
Plays, Prose 
Writings 
and Poems,
The Picture of
Dorian Gray,
The Preface

Tuesday, 13 October 2015

Thought 67: Money


Yet another blog post
on money to help
me get over
my fear
of money.

Monday, 12 October 2015

Poem 11: Illusions perdues


Lucien Chardon
Bel homme garçon

Prey to an ambition
Nourished by illusion

Sought the company
Of High Society

But gained no ground
Lacking in background

As he lived off the funds
Of cherished loved ones

Condemned to misery...
The fate of so many

Suffering the injustice
Of that brutal artifice:

Monetary currency!
For economic scarcity

Serves ever to control
Your and my small role

In the absent Heaven:
La Comédie humaine!

Sunday, 11 October 2015

Review 3: Friedrich Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra


'Man Means the Evaluator'—A review of Friedrich Nietzsche, 
Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Oxford World's Classics

This is a much preferable translation of this great work and having read some passages in the German, somehow feels closer to it in its light-footed, pithy, and indeed harrowing brilliance—the work of an intellectually isolated man who was thoroughly at odds with the modern age back in the late 1800s and while the religion in the West at the time was that of 'progress', had this to say instead: 'The wasteland is growing.'

In my perception, Friedrich Nietzsche successfully unravels in devastating fashion the Judean-Christian tradition which he saw as only having managed to tame humankind and ensure the preeminence of mediocrity, petty-mindedness, and the power of knaves and fools in their various social disguises.

Our whole current technological paradigm is still permeated through and through with the said tradition, and Zarathustra's call for creators to stay true to the earth has never been so evocative as it is today, when the planetary power of technicity has become almost total and the thought of human freedom seems remote and unrealistic, provided that the human does not itself become trans-human as the agenda of cybernetic elites would have it.

This book is 'for everyone and nobody' in so far as it is open to anyone to read it but for no one in his or her current state of being who remains in that state, because the book pushes for nothing less than the advancement of the type 'man' towards what the translator calls 'the overhuman' (Übermensch). 

In particular, Zarathustra hopes that man be such as to deliver himself from the spirit of revenge which he defines as 'the will's ill will towards time and its "it was".'

[This book paved the way for German philosopher Martin Heidegger's grappling with the Western tradition and the onset of a new Western beginning, the Western metaphysical tradition for Heidegger having found its logical fulfilment in Nietzsche's work.]

On a personal level, this book has in many ways determined the course of my life so far and, despite myself, I keep coming back to it and, each time I do, I make note of a new thought-provoking passage or insight which corresponds with my own experience and attempts at thoughtfulness.

That said, the book is not a comfortable read, but philosophy being the friendliness towards wisdom, and wisdom being often borne of suffering, this book must rate as a very wise work indeed, especially considering the bloodletting it represented for its author, who said as much in a letter to a friend.

It is in effect a new Bible addressed to an audience very different from that of the (Un)Holy Bible.

On this edition: as I said, this is a brilliant translation and better, in my estimation, than Hollingdale's or Kaufmann's. 

Moreover, there is an extremely useful critical apparatus which contains plenty of notes of the references Nietzsche makes in his philosophical novel to the Western tradition: the Bible, New and Old Testament, Luther, Aristotle, Plato, Hegel, and so on... 

The introduction is also quite helpful, although inevitably on the 'objective' side. 

I do wish there was a more elegant hardcover edition of this work available instead of a cheap paperback, an edition more fitting of its biblical nature, but some day maybe.

In conclusion: this is not entertainment, and I do not say that disparagingly as I too do like to read for entertainment, but a book for those who wish to transcend and overcome themselves spiritually, intellectually, and in relation to the world that surrounds them. 

It is a book for the few.


Addendum: Examples of  
Thus Spoke Zarathustra Decoding

'Their jealousy even leadeth them to the paths of thinkers; and it is the mark of their jealousy that they ever go too far, so that their weariness hath at last to lie down on the snow to sleep.' —Thus Spoke Zarathustra Of Tarantulae

The Tarantula is the French sociologist Pierre Bourdieu who wrote a mean-spirited account of the German thinker Martin Heidegger: L'ontologie politique de Martin Heidegger.

'Do they only believe a stammerer?' —Zarathustra's Prologue, §.5

The Stammerer is the British Scientist Stephen Hawking who wrote a pale scientismic version of Martin Heidegger's Being and Time: A Brief History of Time. Yet Hawking gets all the credit and Heidegger all the blame.

'Whoever is of the highest species will nourish the most parasites.' —Thus Spoke Zarathustra On Old and New Tablets, §.19

Who has fed the most parasites in the last century than the German Statesman Adolf Hitler?

'Where solitude ceases, there begins the market-place; and where the market-place begins, there also begins the noise of great play-actors and the buzzing of poisonous flies.

In this world even the finest things amount to nothing without someone to make a show of them: great men the people call these showmen.

Little do the people comprehend what is great, which is: the creative. But they do have a sense for all showmen and play-actors of great matters.

Around inventors of new values the world revolves—invisibly it revolves. Yet around play-actors the people and fame revolve: that is 'the way of the world'.

—Thus Spoke Zarathustra On the Flies of the Market-Place

An illustrative example and vindication of these words of Zarathustra is to be found in the actor president 'showman' Ronald Reagan's lifting a passage out of the occult philosopher 'inventor of new values' Manly P. Hall's book The Secret Destiny of America for use in public speeches (see this article), in a case where indeed the people and fame revolved around the former, but the spirit and authority around the latter.

'And this parable too, I give to you: not a few who wanted to drive out their Devil have themselves entered into swine.'

—Thus Spoke Zarathustra On Chastity

As a youth, the ex-British Prime Minister David Cameron put his penis in a pig's mouth as part of an elite ritual.

Saturday, 10 October 2015

Poem 10: Tobacco


Divided and dual
I'm a divi-dual
Caught in the grip
Of a habit that won't slip. 

Driven to pollution
I'm slave to addiction
Lucid though I am
About the nature of the scam.

Victory is ephemeral
Against this particular animal
For tried I have—my best—
To put the poisonous weed to rest

But my brain craves more
Altered chemically at core
By the fuming fiasco:
The plant tobacco. 

Friday, 9 October 2015

Review 2: Polybius, The Histories


War, War, and More War—A review of Polybius, 
The Histories, Oxford World's Classics

Polybius was one of the major Greek historians of the classical world and is also one of the least read. 

His work The Histories, of which only a fraction survives, purported to explain and elucidate Rome's ascendancy and supremacy over the known world towards the end of the second century BC.

Ultimately, what survives of The Histories deals in the main with political history and especially warfare between city states. 


The high point for me was the account given of the Second Punic War between Rome and Carthage, with Carthaginian general Hannibal's crossing of the Alps with his troops and elephants making for particularly gripping reading.

Less captivating and harder to follow are the long drawn out accounts of internecine warfare in the Greek world before it came under Roman control. 


I found myself reading without ingesting so to speak when it came to this part of the narrative.

Aside from tactical warfare, Polybius makes many outspoken remarks, an unusual tendency in those days, on how history should be written and the proper task of the historian which should be essential reading to modern students of historiography; for instance, armchair historians who rely solely on book learning and lack direct experience of politics and warfare come in for a serious beating in Book Twelve.

Finally, there is most famously the incomplete but nonetheless influential account of Rome's so-called 'mixed constitution' in Book Six which I studied in my Roman history class years ago and came to inform writers like Machiavelli and Monstesquieu in their theorising about the State.

Reading the book cover to cover, I got a sense of how all pervasive and constant warfare was in the classical world, particularly the Mediterranean area, and also how bloody tough and unforgiving life must have been back then, even though Polybius sadly does not cover the day to day life of the many as opposed to the mighty; and why should he have done, since that was a given at the time he was writing.

The greatest value of the book may precisely lie in undoing romantic notions of the Greco-Roman world in its constant conflict and battles for supremacy which, surprisingly, become rather tedious to read about after so many pages, but have the merit to put the ills of the modern world—also ridden with conflict—in perspective.

As regards the translation, I have not read the Greek nor any other English translation of this work but suffice it to say that the rendering in English was tolerably clear, and even at times quite enjoyable to read, which comes as little surprise the translator, Robin Waterfield, being a writer rather than an academic by trade, at least according to the biographical description of him in the book itself. 


The introduction is certainly competent and helps make sense and organise the whole text as it now stands.

My score for the book is four stars because, while the highs are very high, there is plenty in Polybius that is of little interest to the modern reader except as a reminder that the struggle for power was as pronounced back then as it is now.

Thursday, 8 October 2015

Poem 9: Monster


Beloved Monster
My only sanity
I love you dearly
You: fellow dreamer!

Our souls meet
Whenever in company
A thing both lovely
And immeasurably sweet!

Woe at times makes claim
To your and my dismay
As forces that rule the day
Coerce with monetary chains.

Yet let us not to fear give way
Heeding instead our loving hearts
Whose designated respective parts
Are 'Monst' and 'Owlet'—like we say!

Wednesday, 7 October 2015

Poem 8: Julius


Ye all powerful Gaius J. Caesar
'Twas not as mere elected liar

But rather as victorious general
Friend and beloved of the immortals

That you came to rule your home
The squalid polity of Rome

Under the auspices of Jupiter
God of gods then and after.

Jealousy you caused
As conqueror of Gaul

And once your enemy defeated
Gnaeus Pompey the ill-fated

You fancied yourself King
Against Senatorial liking

—For power achieved through merit
Threatens others who wish to wield it. 

Yet be not in death vainly furious
Ye violently slain Julius

For to the conspirators' dismay
Your glory lasted to this day

Unchecked by Time's passing by
And remembered yearly the month of July. 

Tuesday, 6 October 2015

Poem 7: Idler's Confession


Addicted to leisure
—such is my pleasure—

I flout the norm
As an idler born

Of legal Society
—the established hierarchy—

Bringing light poetry
In a flight of frivolity 

To a world of deception
—at least in my perception. 

Untied to dire workplace 
'Tis creative fire I chase

Whether it be music's charm
In that there is no harm 

Or Literature's meanderings
Treasure to the soul's wanderings. 

The secret of freedom
The true meaning

Is listen to your heart
—don't play a part!—

Unlearning the fear
Instilled at early year 

Of those who make the rules
—the purpose of School—

That you may at length laugh
At Authority's life-denying path.   

Monday, 5 October 2015

Poem 6: Vile Minds


Vile minds only to power respond
—reason enough from them to abscond—

Ever trapped in Society's jar
Like the wretched slaves that they are

Enemies of all that is fair
—especially that which is rare. 

Sunday, 4 October 2015

Poem 5: Radiant Flare


Ô grand astre solaire
Heaven's radiant flare

Beamer of shine
Over all that is fine

Let us stand tall
And in fear not fall

At the dark-clod feet
—we are but meek—

Of chiefs whose philosophy
Makes pity a mockery;

Worshippers of ringed Saturn
—Chronos of the evil turn—

Who frustrate men's needs
—as is their wont indeed—

Through the Machiavellian act
Of twisting Present Day's facts

Whether covering the flaws
Of falsely waged wars

Or bringing under control
The mind of manipulable souls.

O Leaders of Mankind!
At length you will find

That Time's ruler—the Sun—
In the field of life cannot be undone.

Saturday, 3 October 2015

Poem 4: Academe


Academe, a broken dream
Turned mindless machine.

I advise you not take too close a look
And instead make use of printed books

For to the board of examiners
Compliance is all that matters.

Academe, a broken dream
Turned mindless machine. 

What can it claim of originality
When inertia stalls creativity?

They say it's about the exam
As single outcome of the plan

When the end should be to illuminate
And in matters of reality to elucidate

Like strong-hearted thinkers
Who in lecture halls to not linger.

Academe, a broken dream
Turned mindless machine. 

I think the home of talk
Ought go for a walk

Since those who can see
Know well the conspiracy

That knowledge paid money
Is worth not one penny. 

Friday, 2 October 2015

Poem 3: Heartfelt Mission


Routine enslavement
to technical enhancement

Has left not a human
Free from coercion.

I mean taxing Government
And banking establishments

Make all ends united
To keep folk divided. 

No judge can deny
That laws are just lies

Bringing unjust benefit
To those they see fit.

The evidence is ample
And this is an example

That nothing ever foils
The crimes of Big Oil.

As the evil now flows
Let us, friends, grow

That we may resist
And in fear not desist

From this heartfelt mission
—the end of corruption—

As we walk up the slope
To the beat of gentle hope.

Thursday, 1 October 2015

Poem 2: Love and Love


Love, a mirror,
An illusory flight,

Tainted, scarred,
Reflecting self,

Pale witness
To Love... I mean:

Fear's fear
And Nature's Law. 

Wednesday, 30 September 2015

Thought 66: Skull & Bones


Skull

'Carrying the cross by himself,
he went to the place called Place
of the Skull (in Hebrew, Golgotha).
There they nailed him to the cross.
Two others were crucified with him,
one on either side, with Jesus 
between them.'

—(Un)Holy Bible, 
New Testament, 
John 19:17-18

&

Bones

'When they came to Jesus, they saw
that he was already dead, so they didn't
break his legs. One of the soldiers, however,
pierced his side with a spear, and immediately
blood and water flowed out...These things
happened in fulfillment of the Scriptures that say,
"Not one of his bones will be broken."'

—(Un)Holy Bible, 
New Testament, 
John 19:33-36

Tuesday, 29 September 2015

Poem 1: Dark Truth


Darkness is ever
To finite awareness

That sees not light
Where shadow is cast

Turning away
—Blind—

From that which is:
The liberating claim.

Monday, 28 September 2015

Thought 65: Reptilian Overlords


Reptilian overlords 
are common 
currency
in fiction
which joins
up with their
conspiratorial
aspect in the work
of David Icke.




Sunday, 27 September 2015

Thought 64: D-Day Happened on 666


D-Day 
occurred 
on the 
6th hour 
of the 6th day 
of the 6th moonth.