TIMES, TIME, AND HALF A TIME. A HISTORY OF THE NEW MILLENNIUM.

Comments on a cultural reality between past and future.

This blog describes Metatime in the Posthuman experience, drawn from Sir Isaac Newton's secret work on the future end of times, a tract in which he described Histories of Things to Come. His hidden papers on the occult were auctioned to two private buyers in 1936 at Sotheby's, but were not available for public research until the 1990s.



Showing posts with label Marcel Proust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marcel Proust. Show all posts

Monday, October 4, 2010

Interlude: A Moment or Two in Lost Arcadia


After a slew of big posts, I want to change tack and look at things that are more contemplative, restful, and get at currents under the surface.  From about 1995 to 2005, I noticed that the European fin-de-siècle was back in fashion.  Fascination with the era from 1870 to 1920 persists: the Steampunk movement, Proust, H. G. Wells or Lovecraft fans come to mind. This period is our lost Arcadia.  (Arcadia, a region of modern and ancient Greece, became synonymous in the late nineteenth century with idealized nationalist utopias.)  People greeted the new century with confidence, certain that the twentieth century would bring great changes - equality and reforms.  They used the term 'Arcadia' to describe a late Romantic reverie that laid the groundwork for things to come, whether fantastic or terrifying.  For a beautiful tribute site to the styles of this period see the blog, The Pictorial Arts, especially this recent post and this post.  There is a great site devoted to the era of picturesque postage stamps here.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Music for the Last Sunday Afternoon of the Summer


On your way to a café?  Or sleeping in, having brunch, settling in to watch football?  Sunday afternoons, especially as summer draws to a close, are filled with frozen moments of happy times mixed with frustration at all we still have to do in the year.  There's also a lingering low-key depression the seasons begin to turn, a Proust-like nostalgia.  Over at Andrew Scott's blog, there's a post entitled "Another Summer": "Summer 2010, will not be back, ever."  I know summer doesn't technically end for a few more weeks, but for most people, this weekend is the turning point.