Sunday, 12 July 2020 at 21:34
It had been my Dad’s idea from the start. I do not no why he introduced me to motorcycling. He had never ridden one. I suspect he thought a motorcycle would give me the freedom and independence I needed to leave my gauche and awkward early teens behind and enter adulthood. He was right; this was the earliest stage in a very slow awakening.
I passed my driving test on Friday and my motorcycling test on the following Monday. It was all uneventful really. Praise from my Dad was always hard to come by. He just seemed to assume that I would always succeed in anything I attempted. I had his confidence in my abilities and I just lived with this. If anything this left me with a trait of quiet diffidence in any personal successes for the rest of my life.
But I lived for motorcycling. When I wasn’t on the bike I was reading The Motorcycle, a weekly tabloid and the Motorcycle Sport and Motorcyclist Illustrated, both monthly magazines.
I progressed to a larger Honda twin, a CB360, and explored the north of England on it, especially the Yorkshire coast, the Dales and across the moors to the Lake District, always alone on these occasions, seeking out towns, villages, roads, lanes and landmarks that I had read about in my growing pile of topographical books. Ever the late starter, the world of books was finally opening up to me.
I did have a couple of motorcycling companions in those early motorcycling years. Speedway was a regular Saturday night ride out in the summer. We would ride to the Shay stadium in Halifax and race back home after watching Eric Boocock and his team of Dukes power-sliding at speed on their single cylinder JAPs and Jawas around the banked gravel track.
I only recall less than a handful of other shared rides in those teen years, to the Yorkshire seaside town of Bridlington, Windermere in the Lake District and the Forest of Bowland (pictured above) on the Yorks-Lancs border. Shared rides were not for me. I needed the geographical objectives that I sought out in books to give shape and purpose to a ride. I did not ride as a means to company and friendship. I was a loner.
© John Dunn.
Violation comes first
Friday, 3 July 2020 at 17:48
Violation comes first
“In an infinite Cosmos without man, there would be no ‘that is’, there would be no ‘be’ing.” (1=0 See Blog)
“Where there is no being, there is void, no-thing; there is 0. Without man, 1=0.” (1=0 See Blog)
Nietzsche and Heidegger grappled with the issue, but remained necessitarians. They advocated an independent and freely chosen life, an amalgam of the aesthetic, frivolous, improvised and authentic, but failed to recognise that the forest had to be cleared first.
Violation comes first; the wilderness must be beaten back and equilibria overturned. For what is life? It is violation at all levels, from the human individual to thecosmic. Life must be actively chosen over 0.
The wilderness is never conquered. Admittedly Heidegger was wise to this. There is a natural and eternal tendency to return and ouroboros is the symbol. This return is the passive fatalism of a sub-humanity that obeys the tendency in its various iterations: Spinozism, Marxism, Kabbalah, and mind lost in the Heart of Darkness.
There can only be struggle against the wilderness, constant violation, if there is to be life. Struggle is life.
The global pandemic has taught us that nature is the enemy. There is no working with nature, man must work against it. Man must violate nature.
Fire and metaphors hold back entropy; the forest has to be burnt back. This applies hierarchically at a number of levels. First must come the awakening violation of the self through encounter and love.
Man enters the still darkness of the cave to paint on the walls and art is born - metaphor for the violation of the equilibrium of womanhood.
The Earth is violated for the stored fruits that it holds. Beyond Earth there must ultimately be a reaching out into space.
What will be the measure of success?
For the individual it will be by how much he is distinguished from the herd.
For mankind as a whole it will be by how much we are distinguished from nature through art, architecture, feats of engineering and the active control and management of the Earth. The ultimate measure will be the density of the population made possible by man’s marshalling of the Earth’s resources to his own health and benefit.
Beyond that it will be by how far into space the mind of man has penetrated.
What of the Orphic egg metaphor? It has its chicken and egg limitations. Yes Eros broke free; but only after an egg itself was penetrated and fertilised.
A 1=0 equilibrium has to be violated from outside; there has to be an outsider.
In the Creation, the equilibrium of 0 was violated by God.
The equilibrium of the Garden was violated by the Devil.
The equilibrium of Adam was violated by Eve.
The equilibrium of fallen man was violated by the Incarnation.
Man, in the image of the first Violator, is the proof of God.
© John Dunn.
New life v 0
Sunday, 28 June 2020 at 21:28
New life v 0
Saint George and the Dragon, Tintorreto c. 1555. Tintorretto’s remarkable combination of the Resurrection and St George symbolism. St George slays the dragon, the symbol of evil and the crucifiers of God on Earth who lays crucified, whilst the Virgin is freed. St George receives the blessing of God in Heaven.
1=0 (see blog) at the cosmic level applies also at an individual and cultural level. The general applies to the particular.
There are individuals who never emerge from the amorphous oneness of nature; the same can apply to whole races. In such cases individuals do not observe, they are in nature and of it. They are in and of the one entity, not apart from it. This was the state in which Dante found himself, ‘lost in a dark wood’, before the great journey of emergence that he undertook, making the Divine Comedy the cultural treasure that it is. Not to be distinguished, i.e. apart from the ‘dark wood’ of nature, not to emerge as separate as one from the others, is to have no be-ing, to be as an animal, bestial, void, to be nothing, 0.
A race stands culturally distinct, or it is nothing. An individual emerges as a self or does not rise above the animals.
Such emergence has been metaphorised into the new life mythologies of:
Horus or the Ptolemaic Harpocrates
Spring with its symbology of the Easter Egg
The Orphic egg and Eros
The Creation, Fall and Resurrection.
The new life myths of emergence stand against the counter-myths of return and subsumption such as:
Kaballah and freemasonry
Being variants of globalist necessitarian oneness effectively renders the latter group as the mythologies of death and 0.
© John Dunn.
Tuesday, 23 June 2020 at 21:54
Imagine a world without man. What do you see?
Much as we see today perhaps, but without human life? You are probably imagining a return to nature, a planet in which the evidence of man’s history recedes into the background as the plants and trees of the jungle overwhelm his works and biodiversity increases, something like that.
I put it to you that whatever you imagine will not be the case, because whatever you imagine will not ‘be’ without the mind of man.
Let me elaborate.
Biodiversity, for example, only exists because of man.
Without man’s powers of distinction, i.e. the ability to distinguish one thing from another, there would be the polar-opposite of biodiversity, or any diversity for that matter; there would be a return to amorphous oneness; nature would be one viscous soup.
The world we as humans see is very specifically our own. Only we stand apart to observe. Minerals, plants and animals do not observe, they are in nature and of it. They are in and of the one entity, not apart from it.
Without man, the one entity would persist infinitely as the Cosmos, as an equilibrium, with its own self regulating mechanisms, its own necessities. Our world and others will be swallowed up in the formations and destructions of inter-Galactic events over aeons of time, but the Cosmos will continue, infinitely, as an equilibrium, as one entity.
Without man, however, there will be no observer to confirm upon this one entity the status of being. For what is it to be? ‘To be’ is to be distinguished as one thing from another. To be is the ‘that is’ of the observer's mind.
In an infinite Cosmos without man, there would be no ‘that is’, there would be no ‘be’ing.
Where there is no being, there is void, no-thing; there is 0. Without man, 1=0.
© John Dunn.
Saturday, 20 June 2020 at 21:34
Butterfly Loie Fuller Dancing. Samuel Joshua Beckett photographer c. 1900
Eyes never for me alone, I couldn’t pin her down in my serial collection of experiences.
Dancing butterfly, I can’t express
The full extent of your flightiness.
I swiped this way and I swiped that… and yet,
You left a would-be collector with an empty net.
© John Dunn.
Tuesday, 16 June 2020 at 17:58
There were three in particular. I had met the Moirai. One of them actually said she was a witch. Daughters of Ananke, the Wierd Sisters, these were the three witches. The books had led me to the Moirai. They didn’t so much change my life as confront me with it.
Yes they were the witches three
And yes there were spells over me.
There was a cauldron hot and deep
With truths enough to make me weep;
And into this they stirred my life
It all went in, hopes, dreams and wife.
I stood aghast, the smoke had cleared,
A vision of my life appeared.
Now I could see that I was free,
Old ways were gone… just like the three.
Pictured: Three Witches, William Edward Frost (1810 – 1877)
© John Dunn.
Saturday, 13 June 2020 at 21:13
For new life was overdue, the labour
Long and painful, and the wild lechery
Of the birth canal will be wrapped ever
Around him as the snake of memory.
The struggle for humanity is his
And all life is sacred or is a sin
Of the heart of darkness. Whoever is
A Seraph, that is a lover, is in
God and God in him; God and he are one.
The angels, race and man must rise to burn
And fire the trees and push the clearing on,
Or barbed and thorny brambles will return
And amorphous forest will smother all.
The sacred is labour for life, but rest
Into Ananke’s arms of fate will fall,
Whose faithful army with sub-human zest
Will bend to meet the beck and call of her
To kill the will of race and man and mind.
To this rank herd must be no surrender,
For festered in the colour green we’ll find
The appeasers to subsumption are rife,
And that their anti-human goal will give
The curse of death to all. Instead, choose life
So that you and your children may live, yes live.
© John Dunn.