I have Eastwood connections inc its dialect among others [my pseudo-cuckold father was Eastwood born & bred]: how British soldiers butchered their German enemies was disgusting, sickening & demonic. When DHL talks of a vicious spirit against the deep soul that pulses in the blood & of the hideous depravity of hating the human soul, he is theologically inept to the point of crass stupidity. The idea of taking it in - this entire thing - and love won't help, he says, indicates evil using willing participants and pushing them into the pit. Not madness as an excuse, but the aggressive delight of butchering others in a hellish synergy. What IDENTITIES are these men wearing in their pleasurable frenzies? Graves illustrates this "identity" didn't go away & it held him by the throat into physical death. DHL's belief this death is annihilation [= final negation] is the lie they constructed, in the wish their atrocities would go away.
DHL's idea that the soul is in the blood is from Leviticus 17:11 for the life of the flesh is in the blood, but he uses this in his neo-paganist rants, ravings & longings for the sun and moon & for a means to overcome physical inadequacies. He says, "Now this may sound nonsense, but that is merely because we are fools. There is an eternal vital correspondence between our blood and the sun: there is an eternal vital correspondence between our nerves and the moon. If we get out of contact and harmony with the sun and the moon, then both turn into great dragons of destruction against us. The sun is a great source of blood-vitality, it streams strength to us. But once we resist the sun, and say: It is a mere ball of gas! - then the very streaming vitality of sunshine turns into subtle disintegrative force in us, and undoes us. The same with the moon, the planets, the great stars. They are either our makers or our unmakers. There is no escape". To me this suggests the frothing of a lunatic and half-demented proto-fascist and - like Ezra Pound, also into Mussolini's ridiculous macho-posturing and Nietzschean megalo-mania - manhood worthy of a strait-jacket and a scold's bridle. Imbeciles all.
Perhaps the best literary talk I've seen on UA-cam. Intelligent and graceful.
I have Eastwood connections inc its dialect among others [my pseudo-cuckold father was Eastwood born & bred]: how British soldiers butchered their German enemies was disgusting, sickening & demonic. When DHL talks of a vicious spirit against the deep soul that pulses in the blood & of the hideous depravity of hating the human soul, he is theologically inept to the point of crass stupidity. The idea of taking it in - this entire thing - and love won't help, he says, indicates evil using willing participants and pushing them into the pit. Not madness as an excuse, but the aggressive delight of butchering others in a hellish synergy. What IDENTITIES are these men wearing in their pleasurable frenzies? Graves illustrates this "identity" didn't go away & it held him by the throat into physical death. DHL's belief this death is annihilation [= final negation] is the lie they constructed, in the wish their atrocities would go away.
DHL's idea that the soul is in the blood is from Leviticus 17:11 for the life of the flesh is in the blood, but he uses this in his neo-paganist rants, ravings & longings for the sun and moon & for a means to overcome physical inadequacies. He says, "Now this may sound nonsense, but that is merely because we are fools. There is an eternal vital correspondence between our blood and the sun: there is an eternal vital correspondence between our nerves and the moon. If we get out of contact and harmony with the sun and the moon, then both turn into great dragons of destruction against us. The sun is a great source of blood-vitality, it streams strength to us. But once we resist the sun, and say: It is a mere ball of gas! - then the very streaming vitality of sunshine turns into subtle disintegrative force in us, and undoes us. The same with the moon, the planets, the great stars. They are either our makers or our unmakers. There is no escape". To me this suggests the frothing of a lunatic and half-demented proto-fascist and - like Ezra Pound, also into Mussolini's ridiculous macho-posturing and Nietzschean megalo-mania - manhood worthy of a strait-jacket and a scold's bridle. Imbeciles all.