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 William Butler Yeats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label William Butler Yeats. Show all posts

Saturday, June 13, 2015

The New Age of William Butler Yeats


W. B. Yeats by John Singer Sargent.

Today is the sesquicentennial 150th anniversary of the birth of the great Irish poet, William Butler Yeats (1865-1939). Many modern poets have captured the spirit of our times. But Yeats stands out as a Romantic Modernist whose work most clearly described the great transition of our times, from one age to another. In his works, he depicted periods of time as sharply-dermarcated sections of human experience during which certain symbolic, spiritual, moral, occult or magical ideas gained total dominance. Thus the passage of time and the turn of ages was imagined by the poet as a violent, ongoing battle between contending philosophies and ways of being. Yeats equated the passage of time with millennia-long developments in collective human psychology. To understand how and why Yeats depicted the current Millennial transition so rarely and perfectly, we need to travel backward through his life, from the end of his days when his visions of the future were most pronounced, to the influences of his early childhood (Thanks to -C.).

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Perspectives and Milestones


Paul Stankard's handblown glass pieces look impossible to create. In Beauty Beyond Nature, he discusses the craft. Image Source: Paul Stankard via boing boing.

This blog has just passed 2 million hits! Welcome to the 1359th post and the end of the blog's fifth year. Thank you to everyone who has stopped here. Your time is precious and comments are always appreciated. Thank you to every interviewee who has been kind enough to discuss your work. And thank you to other bloggers I have met along the way, who have shown me the value of real-time publishing. These bloggers are all amazing people, intelligent and gifted mavericks (you know who you are), who know what to read on a desert island, and how to walk the line.

This blog was partly inspired by a site called The Strip, and partly by the late Mac Tonnies, whose blog (now in paperback on Amazon here) was published from 2003 until his untimely death in 2009. Tonnies' Posthuman Blues remains a landmark. Sometimes I revisit his blog, and I am still amazed by his ideas and vision, his uncanny ability to pin down the Zeitgeist, to channel the new Millennium's collective unconscious, to decrypt and encrypt a cultural environment of changing symbols, to describe the future.

Blogs remain relevant because some are still independent. Media independence? Political neutrality? What's that? Although media outlets co-opt blogs to make them branded social media products, some blogs remain artistic life statements and authentic testimonies. Readers follow a blogger on a personal journey as he or she tries to make sense of the exploding world of communications. So, Histories of Things to Come is based on a true story.

Friday, January 18, 2013

No Single Eternity


Image Source: Favim.com.

Thank you and Happy New Year to one of the blog's readers, -H., who has kindly sent in a musical suggestion by Uruguayan musician Fernando Cabrera (see his Facebook page here), La Casa de al Lado, sung by Liliana Herrero (her site is here). There is a glowing review here of the song and its many facets which describe the passage of time, including grief, nostalgia and memory.  One line that leaps out at me is: "I disagree with those who believe / There is a single eternity." The song reminds me in some respects of Yeats's poem, Ephemera.

Hear the recording below the jump. The song also notably appeared on the soundtrack of the 1994 Uruguayan film, El dirigible (The Airship), which received poor reviews. However, an IMDB commenter loved how the film captured the mood of Montevideo:
"This film is a beautiful piece of cinematographic art that makes very little sense in terms of the story, but that carried me away with its images of Montevideo. I happened to watch it for the first time while living in Montevideo, so I recognized many of the locations. I also fell absolutely in love with one of the tracks, i think near the end of the film, swearing to find it and keep it forever. It ended up being La Casa de al Lado by Fernando Cabrera. One of the most beautiful and enchanting songs I have ever heard to date."
La Casa de al Lado

No hay tiempo, no hay hora, no hay reloj
No hay antes ni luego ni tal vez
No hay lejos, ni viejos, ni jamás
En esa olvidada invalidez

Si todos se ponen a pensar
La vida es mas larga cada vez
Te apuesto mi vida una vez mas
Aquí no hay durante ni después

Deja no me lo repitas mas
Nosotros y ellos vos y yo
Que nadie se ponga en mi lugar
Que nadie me mida el corazón

La calle se empieza a incomodar
El baile del año terminó
Los carros se encargan de cargar
los restos del roto corazón

Acá en esta cuadra viven mil
Clavamos en tiempo en un cartel
Somos como brujos del reloj
Ninguno parece envejecer

Mi abuelo me dijo la otra vez
Me dijo mi abuelo que tal vez
Su abuelo le sepa responder
si el tempo es mas largo cada vez

Discrepo con aquellos que creen
que hay una sola eternidad
Descrean de toda soledad
Se engaña quien cree la verdad

Acá no hay tango
no hay tongo ni engaño
Aquí no hay daño
que dure cien años
Por fin buen tiempo
Aunque no hay un mango
Estoy llorando
tou me acostumbrando

Se pasa el año se pasa volando
Ya no hay mas nadie que pueda alcanzarnos
Y yo mirando sentado en el campo
Como se pasa el año volando

No pasa el tiempo no pasan los años
Inventa cosas con cosas de antaño
A nadie espera la casa de al lado
Se va acordando, se acuerda soñando Se va acordando

Por eso te pido una vez mas
tomátelo con tranquilidad
Puede ser ayer, nunca o después
Pero tu amor dame alguna vez.

(Lyrics via Musica.com) .