Monday, December 15, 2014

classic futnuckery: old symbology

Here it comes: three figures. Man on the leftmost end, broad
shouldered, narrow hips, impassable like a wall. In the middle there
is cobra commander's head with the cloth mask on-the one that drooped
down past his chin. He looked evil in that, like he would pull up his
mask to spit vileness. On the right end there is a spear, just like a
metallic rod with two teeth on the end, like if you gored someone and
pulled out, it would rip innards, fiercely tearing up someone's
insides. But this is the old symbology, no longer relevant, except
maybe as a little puzzle for me to work in my head on this, a
reflective day.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

no more sublime sentiment...

"ancient greece jostled incessantly for the attention of the muse,
outputting writing and other works, yet the muse remained silent. In
fact, he ultimately smited them by his silence, making centuries of
art and culture but a memory. It was a genocide of apathy, and the
muse remained in the background until roman debauchery saw increase,
then began anew calls to the muse from the empty souls of a blooming
society. But always, where is seen fine artist hands, there is a
lowtoned breathed lament that it is all dust and nothing more-no more
sublime sentiment."-todaggi beefarini

Sunday, December 7, 2014

the forest protecting the leaves

"it was after beefarinis time that the whispers of the muse began
again in the works of men like dali and picasso. These appeared,
however, in codified form, for the nightmares were perhaps too
grotesque to capture outright in any detail, and the muse, though
whispered so much, remained hidden in a cloud of artistic snobbery,
suppressed by the very industry it sustained. In the dawn of feature
films, there were nightmares captured on the new medium, calling forth
the muse again, but as the new medium spread, layers of obscurity were
built in and industrial selfaggrandisement became the order. As the
public consciousness discombobulated one film, the process was
interrupted and abandoned at the appearance of dozens more to digest.
It was the quantity of work that provided the needed obscurity that
put the public aside from the artists, and the leaves were then
protected by the forest as a whole." -skinner pilgrim, the conscience
of the muse during the industrial revolution

Schnell on the guardsman mythos: bright new morning

"it was obvious the will to conquest and the soul of the great war was
a repudiation of the muse, which was contramanded by fatal doses being
administered to the offenders. The muse was then thrust upon them and
collapsed their empires. But then in the daydreaming time at the
beginning of the atomic age, the muse was packed away with old
uniforms and medals, and as the watchmen speech was obviated by
murder, the muse was called by a society of peaceniks that had never
uttered the name before. It was an uncomfortable, inept sound, that
was barely recognizable. They would have to learn and adapt, or be
overrun by their own hysteria. But comes the muse with a vengeance
after years of the screams, and a bright new morning in the land of
the free did begin." -snowball schnell, the guardsman mythos versus
red utopia.

Friday, December 5, 2014

let me explain a bit

ive been posting these guardsman buts, talking about the influence of
the muse thru history(a fake, but familiar history, at that). Allow
me to illuminate where i have ruminated. The fictitious muse
represents a person who is a fuzzy archetype, a nebulous soul, neither
savior nor goat, but a sort of slacker, and the worship of the muse
represents entirely the influence of appetites in cultures around the
world-be it sex, the want of money, of course food, and anything else
that inspires greed and pleasure in the course of life. Hope u enjoy
the academic dustiness as much as i enjoy writing it, which is a fair
bit, as i put flesh to a false yet familiar mythology.

guardsman mythos contemporaries 2

"under the guise of staid social democracy, vibrates the asterisk of
the muse. They did not whisper the name, but it is thought behind
closed doors, the old rituals are observed and the muse is satisfied
like an intense lover. The will to power, then as now, leads through
the muse then, the cravings and the satisfaction working hand in hand
with the successful and driven even now, in this, the light of a
future." -snowball schnell, the infinite hunger of the muse.

Guardsman mythos contemparies

"one could appreciate the fine line walked by beefarini, as he made
request after request to the wealthy for access to the paintings he
discussed in the guardsman mythos text, whereas those benefactors were
obviously nervous at what secrets beefarini might uncover.
Cumulatively, it was tendency towards excesses, a grotesque appetite
of the muse for more and more: a litany of stimulation, a stream as it
were, of things which may have actually seemed quasi-erotic to the
otherworldly personality of the muse. Having seen the old works, now
publicly owned, i doubt not the veracity of beefarini's work."
-skinner pilgrim, the guardsman then and now.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

the guardsman mythos, fourth bit

"deutsche national socialism lacked the gumption to summon the spirit
for its own devices, for though it would have given them more power,
those disorganized and deranged personalities that craved stability in
all aspects of society would have been turned atilt by the ensuing
instability that came with that eldritch muse. They dared not whisper
the name, as they put on homoerotic displays of military pageantry,
rows of uniform men with asses clenched, and they yearned then to
create their own mythos. But he lurked, did the spirit, as a strong
harmonic vibration capable of shaking the very earth itself, loosening
the tense bloodstained soil." -todaggi beefarini, the guardsman
mythos

the guardsman mythos, third bit

"in salem, it was thought that many young women had been touched by an
unwholesome influence, so they imaginitively pulled our perverse
familiar from antiquity and promptly blamed him, although young women
need not much of an excuse for devilment, there spirits like the
weather, which before science, seemed to just happen with neither
rhyme nor reason." -todaggi beefarini, the guardsman mythos