Friday, March 20, 2015

The Current Cult of Government

The Argument

I lovèd Theotormon,
And I was not ashamèd;
I trembled in my virgin fears,
And I hid in Leutha’s vale!

I pluckèd Leutha’s flower,
And I rose up from the vale;
But the terrible thunders tore
My virgin mantle in twain.
- Robert Blake, "Visions of the Daughters of Albion" (1793)

4 comments:

FreeThinke said...

I find the images eerily reminiscent of Ingmar Bergman. Austere, dark, gloomy, governed by superstition and dread -- moods and images harking back to Mediaeval, primitive, pagan cultures -- which oddly is precisely where the portable radio is transporting us every day as sound pollution proliferates and defiles all public places.

Do the car keys to that defunct, decrepit jalopy symbolizes the false appeal of Modernity and the Dream –– blasted to bits –– of increased leisure and greater freedom through the obsessive-compulsive use of an ever-metastasizing growth of grotesquely complex hard to use, harder to maintain labor-saving devices?

-FJ said...

I can't answer the question. But one thing's for certain, I'm not sure I'd enjoy living in a society where underperformers are beaten, and those with the actual means to escape, even if a decrepit jalopy, killed.

WomanHonorThyself said...

what happened to the pre Orwellian world we used to inhabit my friend............

-FJ said...

...a victim of the post-modern era, I'm afraid, Angel!