So when man’s desire to rest from spiritual labour, and his thirst to fill his art with mere sensation and memory, seem upon the point of triumph, some miracle transforms them to a new inspiration; and here and there among the pictures born of sensation and memory is the murmuring of a new ritual, the glimmering of new talismans and symbols.
William Butler Yeats, William Blake and his Illustrations to The Divine Comedy
“Time Canon” and “Killing Time” by Triumph from Thunder Seven
“Time and time and time again
Time after time after time
Round and round and round again
Time never waits
Time never ends
All of your life
All the time
Goes on by
By and by and by”
“Hanging out on the corner,
He’s got no place to go.
She sits in an empty bedroom
Playing the radio.
Every day they’re regretting
All the things never tried;
Every day they’re dyin’
Just a little bit more inside.All the lonely people,
Waiting all their lives,
They’re empty and they’re aching;
You can see it in their eyes.Time is slipping away, passing us by,
You’re wondering why but it’s gone,
Gone forever my friend,
and it won’t come again
So don’t try to pretend you feel
Fine! Killing time, killing time…You feel it’s now or never,
But the words don’t seem to come.
The fabric of your dreams
Starts to come undone.
You realize it’s over,
Before it has begun.
You’re reaching for something special
But that someone never comes.You’re on your own now,
But you’re living out a lie.
This killing time is wasting you,
I can see it in your eyes.Time is slipping away, passing us by,
You’re wondering why but it’s gone,
Gone forever my friend,
and it won’t come again
So don’t try to pretend you feel
Fine! Killing time, killing time…The time we waste on hate,
Full of anger and jealousy.
The times we act so cruel,
All the times you turned on me.
All those lonely yesterdays
When we were killing time.
I needed you more than ever;
Couldn’t you see it in my eyes?Time was slipping away,
Passing us by, now I could cry
Cause it’s gone. Gone forever my friend
And it won’t come again;
It’s moved on and left us behind…Time is slipping away, passing us by,
You’re wondering why but it’s gone,
Gone forever my friend,
and it won’t come again
So don’t try to pretend you feel
Fine! Killing time, killing time…”
The Nameless Quest in The Gate of the Sanctuary from The Temple of the Holy Ghost (Collected Works, Vol I) by Aleister Crowley.
“After a while he took the word again:
‘Go thou then moonwards; on the great salt plain;
So to a pillar. Adamant, alone,
It stands. Around it see them overthrown,
King, earl, and knight. There lie the questing slain,
A thousand years forgotten—bone by bone.
‘No more is spoken—the tradition goes:
‘There learns the seeker what he seeks or knows,’
Thence—none have passed. The desert leagues may keep
Some other secret—some profounder deep
Than this one echoed fear: the desert shows
Its ghastly triumph—silence. There they sleep.
‘There, brave and pure, there, true and strong, they stay
Bleached in the desert, till the solemn day
Of God’s revenge—none knoweth them: they rest
Unburied, unremembered, unconfessed.
What names of strength, of majesty, had they?
What suns are these gone down into the West?” [via]
William Blake and his Illustrations to The Divine Comedy in Ideas of Good and Evil by William Butler Yeats.
“when man’s desire to rest from spiritual labour, and his thirst to fill his art with mere sensation and memory, seem upon the point of triumph, some miracle transforms them to a new inspiration” [via]
Via Plutonica.net, part one of six videos of a May 2009 interview with Hakim Bey.
“interview with Peter Lamborn Wilson AKA Hakim Bey in his home in May 2009”
“Technology, the triumph of capital, what I call the technopathocracy, the rule of sick machinery, what looked like the absolute the absolute triumph of neo-conservative / neo-liberal global capitalism that suddenly, it was no longer possible to even criticize capitalism, this was just like water or air, now it’s to be a given in our society. And the internet, and other forms of modern communication technology, although most people seem to think that this increases community, in my view, it destroys it. Because community, to me, is based on physical reality, not on communication devices. And when I hear things about the Internet community, it just makes me want to puke! It’s like talking about the law enforcement community, which is another favourite phrase of American journalism, as if these are all kindly neighbours lending cups of sugar to each other, you know? This is a fucking armed occupation force! That we pay out of our own pockets — help the police, beat yourself up, you know? And of course, America is at the forefront of this. We started the whole television-automobile-suburban culture, with its alienation, and the fact that you don’t know who you’re living next to. This is not society! This is the breakdown of society. This is atomization.”
“What was broken in 1989 in, I think, a major historical, end-of-the-world kind of way, was the idea that there was something natural about community.”