onsdag 7 januari 2015

Some Notes on Spengler


This is a text about Spengler and his magnum opus, "The Decline of the West". Now, it has to be stressed that I, Lennart Svensson, do not envision decline, doom and gloom. As an Actionist I strive for viable, constructive visions. However, Spengler was a smart man and his magnum opus is worth reading for many reasons. This, I show in the text below, focusing on Spengler's views on culture and art. Moreover, I discuss "the city", the way the image of the modern city can symbolize Spengler's view on the state of our civilization.




1.

Oswald Spengler was a German scholar. About 100 years ago he wrote about the collapse of civilization in ”The Decline of the West” (1918-22).

So what, indeed, was Spengler? Just another Grand Old Man saying Profound Things on How Bad Things Are Today? -- I'd say, all told, he is grand. And worth listening to. Oswald Spengler’s ideas on the lifecycles of cultures with birth, blossom and death is rather, more-or-less, kind of relevant to our age. I mean, Spengler's work is no mere Untergangsromantik, no indulgence in dark forebodings, although there might be a risk to read him that way too. It’s said that the Right have a tendency to dwell on pessimistic subjects, to secretly rejoice in the death and destruction of a society gone wrong, and maybe Spengler’s book caters to that urge somehow.

Be that as it may. All I can say is: with the help of Spengler we can face the transforming of civilizations. What we need is sobriety in our outlook, all in order to understand ourselves and the world. And in our culture, in the current international world-city civilization, we have, in many respects and as Spengler says, passed the apex. What’s left is reruns, recycling, parodies and copies. No-one takes anything seriously anymore. All that is left is consumerism, populism and panem et circensis. Nietzsche’s ”Last Man” rules supreme.

We’re at the end of a great era. Spengler says that our culture, the West, the Faustic confluence, stood at its height around 16-1700. Since then we’ve mostly seen degeneration, the repetition of styles, dilettantism. The artist of the good old days – a Bach, a Rafael, a Milton – created with good measure (Greek mêtron), learning his craft and confidently producing work after work. The artist of a later, romantic era for his part had to go beyond that, he couldn’t just repeat the Greatness of Old. But in so doing he had a tendency in trying to reach the unreachable, often failing in the task. See here for instance Ezra Pound’s outcry about his "Cantos" cycle: ”I can’t make it cohere!” That never happened to the masters of the great era.

This is a clever observation by Spengler. He for himself exemplifies with Wagner. Sometimes, as in the latter stages of The Ring, Wagner can't really make it cohere. I myself love Wagner but I admit that the crevices and paddings show in his Great Work. It's somewhat devoid of measure -- mêtron.




2.

Spengler is right in his critique of romantic fausticism. But otherwise you shouldn’t read him all too programmatically. I mean, if everything in the West after 1700 is Entartung and degeneration, then for example Spengler's own work, ”The Decline of the West” from 1922, can't be taken seriously...! So let’s not focus solely on the element of decline. And Spengler himself privately admitted after his work had been published and Europe and the West gathered strength after WW1, that the title of the book should have been ”The Triumph of the West”. For through all the analyses of his work, his constructs by which the pattern of rise-blossoming-decay are to be proved, runs a great admiration of the West and its culture, even after the supposed apex of the 17th century. It's the Faustic culture, symbolised by Goethe’s Faust who wants to do everything, know everything, experience everything. Spengler sings a veritable praise of the Faustic world, of its geniuses in their cells probing the depths of existence, its explorers mapping every white patch of the globe, its inventors inventing previously unseen things, its schoolboys drawing dreamcars with a view to drive them along never-ending highways: I’m heading out to the highway… Roll on down the highway… Midnight on a never-ending highway…

The West: it’s the architecture where the front necessarily has to express something. That’s a typical western trait. We ourselves don’t always notice it since we’re born into it. But: ”Christian temples speak loudly about their interior, Muslim temples remain silent about it, antique temples don’t even think about it.” Spengler concludes that the cathedral starts from within, the antique temple from without; the mosque for its part both begins and ends in its interior, in its gilded, arabesque-fretted grotto. -- Few other scholars can make such succinct, symbolically telling summaries.




3.

The West: it’s about central perspective and analytical languages, about a marching, drum-induced pace along boulevards that seemingly lose themselves in the hazy distance à la Champs Elysée, Unter den Linden, Valhallavägen and Sunset Boulevard. The symbol of the West is the plain, that of the Middle East is the cave.



The West: in Spengler’s vein it’s about the city, the Faustic city with its fountains, squares, parks and boulevards, unique elements in a unique creation, living with it and dying with it. But as long as it lives we can walk in these megacities and feel sentimental over the beauty of these fronts with their cranea, volutes and gargoyles, over these interiors with their galleries, exedras, cupolas and pilasters, these halls and marble tables with gold inscriptions like these:
If in Infinity the Self forever flows
repeated endlessly in endless repetition
so arch the sure and numberless porticoes
upon themselves with force and impartition;
from everything out-surges love for life,
from vastest star to smallest kernel
and every pressure, agony and strife
is in the Lord our God but rest eternal.
This poem by Goethe ("Wenn im Unendlichen") was something of a Leitmotif for Spengler’s work: it was the cyclical, recurring pattern in the development of cultures that he wanted to capture. There were other Goethean influences – Faust of course, and the tendency to see history and indeed every aspect of human culture (cities, countries etc) as an organism and not a mechanism. Other than that Spengler was influenced by Nietzsche, and here primarily by his Dionysean thought, his vision of the archaic, pre-classic antiquity. Archaic times had a more dreamlike quality, people then living in trance-like states with intuition to the fore, as compared to the late classic times where sobriety, transparence and analysis came to dominate. Spengler then saw the same pattern repeat itself in early European times with the Edda being sung in misty German forests, exuding a dream-saturated, adolescent power that slowly matures in the city culture (= civilization) and becomes overripe in the world city, the phase we now live in: international world-city civilization.




4.

Eulogies for the West aside, we now live in more-or-less decadent times and we have to see the signs, read the writing on the wall. And reading papers and watching TV makes it clear that today’s pundits don’t see these signs. Instead, they believe in a never-ending liberal utopia just around the corner, coming real if we only increase this and that aspect (education, free markets, growth) in quantitative fashion. So a Spenglerian analysis comes in handy here. Why, exactly are we running out of steam, why is our current culture lacking vigour?

As intimated, the Faustian culture emerged in medieval days and blossomed around 16-1700. Barring some good works of art after this in general it’s a dismal time, a time of decadence. One of these is the cult of the novel, the long, the longer than long prose narrative as the optimal expression of literature. Gone is the archaic, noble héroïde sung in metric stanzas; instead we get bourgeois classics, urban narratives about shopkeepers, dandies, criminals, demimondes and liberated women: ”The latter-day epic focuses on the doings of a Nana, a Bel-Ami, a Hertha, and they’re all sterile.” The modern novel is a product of the city and will have nothing to say mankind of the future – to future man who will live in a more authentic, but not 19th century-like, culture. Instead it might, using Guillaume Faye’s concept, become an archeofuturist world.

A future for the West is possible, like if you apply Rudolf Steiner’s longer periods of cultures. For instance, Steiner meant that the Antique, Greek/Roman culture started in 700 BC and ended 1400 CE, giving it about 2,100 years of life. With the same periodicity, applied by Steiner in all cultures after the fall of Atlantis, our culture, the Faustian, began around 1400 and will end only in about 3500. And that end will not be with a “bang” but simply mean a transformation into something different.





5.

I have spoken of general decadence. However, I don’t see Spengler as an infallible prophet in every word. Rather, I hold that a future for the West is more than possible – like, if you apply Rudolf Steiner’s longer periods of cultures.

For instance, Steiner meant that the Antique, Graeco-Roman culture started in 747 BC and ended as late as 1413 CE, giving it a run of 2,160 years. With the same “astrological era” periodicity (applied by Steiner on all cultures after the fall of Atlantis), our culture, the Faustian, took up the fallen mantle of the Graeco-Roman culture in 1413, and is set to last until 3573.

The exactitude of the dates given may astound you, it may seem too pat -- but, there are indicia of them actually being watershed years. Like 1413 being the year when Jeanne d’Arc appeared, this spiritual beacon for European renewal when she burst onto the scene and in a few years liberated her land from foreign occupation. And more nationalists followed: Hus, Engelbrekt. At the same time we had a cultural explosion beginning in Italy ("The Renaissance"). And European sea-farers went out to discover the world. All told, this was a new era -- the Faustian era.

And this current, Faustian culture will – as intimated by Steiner – only end in 3573. This gives us plenty of time to remedy the decadence of today.

In comparison, Spengler had a too narrow outlook. The lifespan of his cultures – 1,000-1,500 years – is too short.

Conversely, the Steiner pattern (2,160 years) gives us more room to maneuver.

Spengler is a born pessimist. “Optimism is cowardice” he for instance says in Man and Technics. Fight to the death against nature, and then finis. This is what the future of mankind brings.

This is where I oppose Spengler. Against this another outlook, like the one proposed by Steiner, might be needed. A cosmic pattern giving room for a continued striving, a continued existence for man – especially, for Faustian man.




6.

As mentioned the civilization of today is an international world city culture. We're governed by an elite traveling from mega city to mega city; they feel lost in the nearest countryside. Spengler stated this in 1922 and it’s still viable. It’s in the chapter ”The Soul of the City” of his magnum opus and here we get his critique in a nutshell. The city is born as an extended village, grows in medieval times around a castle or a dome, blossoms in early modern times and declines successively ever after – declines, not on the surface that gets shinier than ever, but essentially since nothing new is created and everything is a repetition of styles, nostalgia and romanticism.

That the current era is a time of repetition and recycling, of pastiche and parody and remakes, is clear to everyone. Everything is basking in the glory of past masters, making covers and commentaries, mimicking the originality of true creators. The demand for ”originality” is long gone. The words cultural fatigue spring immediately into mind.

Spengler is pointing these things out for us. He may be making too broad generalisations sometimes. And he's too pessimistic. As intimated, I for one don't think that all is lost. Individuals, "aristocrats of the soul," can survive the decay by their erudition and willpower and thus become the leaders of a new era. That said, on the whole Spengler's work is rather enlightening, teaching us to see, to think in greater terms than the ”eternal development, eternal progress” of the liberal mind. After blossoming comes decay, after decay comes interregnum, and after interregnum comes a new dawn with a new birth. Exactly how the New West would appear he didn’t say, he believed that as westerners all our traits and characteristics would disappear and then a totally new culture would arise on top of the rubble. Spengler didn't sketch the next phase too clearly, adhering to the motto: ”It doesn’t pay a prophet to be too specific”, as Samuel Pepys said. To us who will live to see the transformation of the West Spengler’s book, however, is a good companion, the educated man’s guide to history at large.

[Note: Oswald Spengler lived 1880-1936.]




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tisdag 9 december 2014

Svenssons novellsamling


Härmed några rader om min skönlitterära debutbok: "Eld och rörelse" från 2007.




1. Info

Härmed info om en bok skriven av mig. I fortsättningen av detta inlägg kommer jag att omtala mig själv i tredje person. Ske alltså. Boken det gäller är denna:

Titel: Eld och rörelse
Författare: Lennart Svensson
Utgivningsår: 2007
Förlag: Etherion

Boken är på 146 sidor. Den innehåller 13 noveller plus en kortroman, själva "Eld och rörelse". Bland novellerna kan nämnas "Riddaren, djävulen och döden" (gillad av dramatikern Perceval), "Mordet på Olof Palme betraktat som recension av fiktiv kriminalroman (gillad av Amelia Andersdotter) och "Norrlandsproblematiken" (gillad av Björn Lindström).

Boken gavs ut i pappersform 2007. Sedan ett bra tag är den slutsåld.




2. En recension

Nyss nämndes vad några ansåg om samlingen. Härmed en mer utförlig recension.

Recensionen är skriven av Fredrik F. G. Granlund. Han har gett ut diktsamlingen "Annorlunda men ensam". Liksom ett flertal noveller, nu senast i Catahyas antologi 2014.

I december 2008 recenserade Granlund "Eld och rörelse" på bloggen Marmeladkungen. Han siktar där in sig på bokens titelberättelse, kortromanen "Eld och rörelse". Så här säger han bland annat:
Den avslutande kortromanen ”Eld och rörelse” är kafkaesque. Stilistiskt lik många av Franz Kafkas verk – huvudpersonen tituleras till och med F. Jag erinrar mig att författaren läst ”Processen” flertalet gånger – samt förstått dess innebörd. För den här texten nyttjar i och med att läsaren dras med i en krigssituation någonstans, i någon tid, Kafkas styrka i berättandet, då man som läsare inte vet vem som krigar mot vem, vart det utspelas och om huvudpersonen F. är ond eller god. Slutet är dessutom allt annat än man tänkt sig, vilket är en STOR styrka! Men under tiden är det vemodigt, ödesdigert, synnerligen medryckande och gripande (även när man inte förstår militärjargongen).





3. I närkamp med texten

Sedan går Granlund i närkamp med texten:
Svensson utnyttjar samtidigt extrema berättargrepp som jag inte är säker på om han själv reflekterade över vid skrivandes stund. Det är välskrivet men skiftar kraftigt (!) i tempus. Här följer ett exempel där jag skriver ut tempusskiftningarna i versaler:

"Han HEJDAR sig där vägen LÖPER in i skogen; trädkronorna STRÄCKER sig mot varandra och BILDAR en tunnel – långt därborta ÖPPNAR sig terrängen igen, därifrån och bortom Bortom kan han i andanom se träkors utan tal, rad efter rad av kopplade gevär, demolerad fiendemateriel, fångkolonner, nedslagsbrisader, framryckande låglinjer, retirerande soldater, ambulanser i skytteltrafik, ksp-soldater med ammoband i kors över bröstet, pansarspetsar, attackflyg, söndersprängda kroppar, trotylsvarta himlar, vita vajande fanor.

Plötsligt STANNADE motorcykeln med ett hostande. F. VAKNADE upp ur sin dagdröm och KICKADE igång maskinen, DROG upp halsduken över nästippen och STYRDE tillbaka till förläggningen. Han SER tysta trädridåer fladdra förbi, han KÄNNER en bitande vind, han HÖR ventilernas sång. Maskinen HAR tydliga växellägen, distinkta bromsar och lågt lufttryck i däcken." (sid 126; recensentens egna versaler)

Saken är den att detta ovan påpekande av hur det skiftar i tempus faktiskt fungerar. Men det borde inte göra det. Hade jag inte recenserat den här boken hade jag förstås ändock observerat det. Men då främst i kapiteluppdelningen, för vartannat kapitel berättas i presens, vartannat i imperfekt. Efter några kapitel blandas dock detta mitt i kapitlen. Kanske sådant en van läsare, kanske rentav en kritiker, märker, tänker du nu. Men så är inte fallet. Här skiftar och varierar Svensson mellan presens och imperfekt lite hur som helst genom denna berättelse.




4. FG gillade boken

Fler än aktuell recensent gillade boken. FG säger detta:
Göran Lundstedt, kritiker på SydSv, har noterat ”en genomgående känsla av ödslighet i Svenssons noveller, en hård värld där drömmen flytt”. Titelstoryn jämförde han med Ernst Jüngers ”Sturm”. Och undertecknad kan bara hålla med. Kortromanen Eld och rörelse ska publiceras igen!
Detta säger Granlund om opuset. Och han säger än mer:
... skillnaden gentemot andra novellsamlingar (av debutanter) är att vi här har en titelnovell som är såpass bra att med lite redaktörskap, en typograf, och annan kunnig förlagspersonal skulle kunna bli en klassiker. Ändå finns här ingen charm. Bara ödslighet. Hade författaren ifråga publicerat denna kortroman alléna i bokform hade jag imponerats mer än jag gör av novellsamlingen per se. Därmed inget illa sagt om novellsamlingen i sig; det är bara det att jag vill ge närmast all kudos till titelnovellen, för just så bra är den.
Detta ansåg alltså Granlund om "Eld och rörelse".

Boken är som sagt på 146 sidor. Pdf:en innehåller bara text, men pappersutgåvan hade för sin del ett omslag i svartvitt av Anatol Boström, föreställande sökarljus mot en nattlig himmel (se nedan). Innehållet består av 14 noveller, med titlar som "Synkrongeneratorn", "Ett svenskt Roswell", "Latonia", "Kvartsklippan" och "Åsiktskonstnär", förutom titelstoryn och lite annat.

Granlunds hela recension läser ni här. Och hans egen diktsamling finns recenserad på denna blogg, här.





5. Om författaren till "Eld och rörelse"

"Eld och rörelses" författare heter Lennart Svensson. Svensson föddes 1965 i Åsele. 1985-2010 bodde han i Uppsala, där han bland annat skaffade sig en fil kand i indologi. Våren 2010 flyttade han till Härnösand. År 2007 utgav han på eget förlag novellsamlingen "Eld och rörelse".

2009 kom romanen ”Antropolis”. Nova SF beskrev den som ”lättläst och personligt språk, massor med tankar och resonemang, sympatiskt innehåll” (Mats Linder i nr 20). 2014 utgav så Svensson "Ernst Jünger -- A Portrait" på Manticore Press. Svensson har även publicerat artiklar i tidningar som Flygrevyn, Magasin Provins och Nya Tider.




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fredag 5 december 2014

The Golden Boy (poem)



Hereby a poem by me, Svensson. It's called "The Golden Boy". First there's an introduction, then the poem proper begins.




There's a lot of talk about GOLD these days. Investors and bankers are debating the value of buying gold. Despite gold being unproductive and sterile in modern economic terms, people still want to own it and be charmed by its shiny yellow allure.

Gold is romantic, gold is for poets and dreamers. In olden days poets and soldiers (and whores they say) accepted nothing but payment in gold. Paper money would have been an insult. So hereby a tribute to that everlasting metal.




There’s gold in the blood,
gold in the sunshine,
gold on the weathercock
and gold on the bookspine.

There’s gold everywhere:
gold on the street
and gold within me,
small particles of gold
pumping around
in the bloodstream.

I’m Elvis in gold lamé,
the sprinter with the golden shoes...

I am Salomo in Jersualem where
silver was worthless --
gold was the only thing valued...!

I’m a hockey champion with a golden helmet.

I’m the Nordic Frode with the Golden Age.

I’m a golden king and a golden boy,
literally I am:
through the gold in my blood I am gold --
a walking-talking, one-man Fort Knox.




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lördag 29 november 2014

Media Coverage of the Jünger Book


The buzz around "Ernst Jünger -- A Portrait" continues.




Swedish weekly Nya Tider has payed attention to my Jünger book. No 48/2014 runs an item about it. It's only a short piece, however, all the facts are there. So I've taken the liberty to translate a few lines from it, for your information and reading pleasure.

For example it says:
Nya Tider has a writer named Lennart Svensson. He has contributed to the magazine since 2013, mostly by way of cultural items. Now he has broadened his record by writing a biography of the author Ernst Jünger. The book is called Ernst Jünger -- A Portrait and is published by Manticore Press.

On 290 pages Svensson tells about Jünger's life and his central books such as Heliopolis, the war diaries, Storm of Steel, On the Marble Cliffs and Eumeswil. Jünger's role as an outsider is also discussed as well as his spiritual sides. And his ideas about art, literature and history.
There's more but this is the gist of it.

As for Nya Tider, it's a rather promising independent newspaper, publishing stories and presenting views that MSM tends to be silent about. As concerns items like immigration, multiculturalism, the seedier side of foreign affairs, the corruption of MSM and established politicians. Nya Tider also covers books and films beside the mainstream and presents interviews with counter-culture figures like Jared Taylor. Also, there's sometimes articles on foreign policy by Manuel Ochsenreiter of the German monthly Zuerst!

Nya Tider began circulation by the late fall of 2012. Editor-in-chief is Vavra Suk.




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tisdag 18 november 2014

I Wanna Be Seen Green (poem)



It's November and it's alright. I only want to be here now. I don't long for Christmas. Pure existence in the Here and Now will do.




Hereby another poem, another work of my own. It's about the colour green, of verdure; I have a green period now, as it were. The poem is something of a borderline piece, bordering on the parodic as well as the fantastic. You choose where the emphasis lies.
I hit the sack in my four-poster bed
with a four-leaf clover under my head.

Then I trail off into lands unseen
with a clarkashtonesque, jewelry sheen...

There I dance with a heavenly sprite
on a flowery meadow lush, green and bright.

Starry-eyed I sail over ground
to a secret pool where I can’t be found.

I dive in the water, I’m finding a stone,
a crystalline object, an emerald throne.

I sit on the throne like a submarine king
and I’m falling asleep as the fish start to sing.

The next thing I know, I’m awake in my bed
with an emerald gem lying under my head.

The four-leaf clover has somehow been changed
into a precious stone – am I deranged...?

Or maybe it’s so, that what we see in our dreams
is more than we see, more than it seems...?




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torsdag 13 november 2014

Rave Review of My Jünger Book


In Australia there was a magazine called Living Traditions. It isn't online anymore. It wrote about spirituality, history and culture. In 2014, it reviewed "Ernst Jünger -- A Portrait".




On the whole the unsigned review was positive towards my book. In fact, Living Traditions (= LT) seemed to have nothing negative to say about it.

For instance LT says this, about the life-story of Jünger you find at the beginning of the book:
Svensson’s biography (...) is precise and matter of fact, it avoids all the undue speculation and interpretation found in so many other biographies and offers a clear and accurate picture of Junger’s truly amazing life. He offers a detailed look at Junger’s role in WWI and WWII and his literary output.
LT summarizes various chapters of the book, LT in the process making these apt reflections:
The next chapters examines his [= Jünger's] other books such as his WWI volumes, here Junger has much in common with Julius Evola he does not just discuss war but the mindset required to be a devoted warrior. At the same time Junger produces more adventurous literature which is hard to place in a single genre, his books in this vein are enigmatic and thought provoking. On the Marble Cliffs is an example of this new style which can be read on multiple levels and needs reflection to be fully appreciated for the work of literature it is.
LT has more praise to give my book. Like this:
In chapters 20 and 21 Svensson goes way beyond a traditional biography and offers a substantial examination of German figures that influenced Junger and then offers an exceptional comparison of Junger with Yukio Mishima, Carlos Castenada and Julius Evola. In Chapter 26 after examining the role of religion in Junger’s work as well as reoccurring key esoteric themes Svensson looks at Junger the fantasy writer and compares him to others such as Tolkien. Svensson also considers other characteristics of Junger such as his surprising optimism, sense of play and poetic side.
And lastly the pay-off. LT seems to like "Ernst Jünger -- A Portrait", stating:
Svensson offers us a superb biography (...) Rather than get caught up in all the fruitless debate about Jünger in the 20’s he offers an honest yet nuanced approach which in my mind stands up rather well compared to academic biographies which spend their time in politically correct disputation. (...) Svensson has produced an amazing work which is not only approachable but perceptive. His analysis of obtuse aspects of Jünger’s work not found in other biographies makes this a must read by themselves. When you add the sheer comprehensiveness of the work this really is a biography of the very highest calibre.
That was that. More info about the book below.




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måndag 10 november 2014

Sword and Staff (poem)


Now for a poem of my hand. Everything on this blog is by me, and who "me" is you should have found out by this time.




It's time for a poem, a gnomic piece, a scholarly text in poetic form. If you're in for mysticism and metaphysical poetry, this might be for you.

An old wisdom tells us:
we need both the Sword of Reason
and the Wand of Intuition,
both The Pentacle of Valour
and The Cup of Sympathy.

Bring ’em all on your journey,
forgetting one and you’re lost.

Without the sword you’ll go mad.
Without the wand you can’t find the way.
Without the pentacle you’ll dare nothing
and without the cup you’ll lose your heart.

Thus a golden wisdom.
So sing this for memory:

”Sword and staff, cup and pentacle,
emerald, sapphire, topaze and ruby –
reason, intuition, courage, sympathy –
eeny, meeny, miny, mo”...




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måndag 3 november 2014

Book News: Ernst Jünger -- A Portrait (Svensson 2014)


My latest book is a biography about Ernst Jünger. The title is "Ernst Jünger -- A Portrait". The imprint is Manticore Press. As a Swede you can buy the book on Adlibris. Or, if you're in the USA, on Amazon.com -- or, in the UK, on Amazon.co.uk. -- Edit 24/11 2014: here's a review of the book, a summary of a text in Living Traditions Magazine. Among other things the review says this about my book: "[A] biography of the very highest calibre." -- [A Swedish version of this presentation can be found here.]




For about 30 years I've read the books of Ernst Jünger. He was a German author living 1895-1998, a true legend having participated in both world wars as well as being a nationalist, a collector of beetles and butterflies, a world traveller and an informal teacher on esotericism.

Suddenly, having read most of Jünger's books and some bios, I realized that I could write a bio of my own. My goal was to create a Jünger bio without Politically Correct bias, a hands-on, affirmative and inspirational portrait of the greatest German author since Goethe.

My book goes into it all: Jüngers eventful life per se, his books on war, the controversial politics, the philosophical and life-affirming sides and then some. The number of pages is 288 and the book layout is smashing. See for yourself in the pictures of this entry.

An example of the style is this, from the chapter about the novel "On the Marble Cliffs" (1939):
”On the Marble Cliffs” displays a rich collection of characters. We have [for example] prince Sunmyra, pale and frail yet strong and belligerent, a romantic dreamer aroused from his sleep and ready to act against darkness, mirroring in a way the statue of the Bamberg Horseman (der Bamberger Reiter) in Bamberg cathedral: a heroic medieval knight, seemingly distraught but essentially a true rock of resistance. Mythologically he is in my book juxtaposed by the knight depicted by Dürer in his 16th century engraving ”The Knight, Death and the Devil”, a no-nonsense fighter with a literal devil-may-care attitude, a man of a hard mindset and yet no mere barbarian. And this character could be said to be represented by another ”Marble Cliff” figure: Biedenhorn, the commander of the mercenaries. The brothers at the centre of action get some help from him at the end, and before that he is lovingly depicted as the timeless solider, without higher ideals but reliable when it comes to battle and a jovial friend to his brothers in arms.
The book is already selling and I've received praise for it from readers.

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lördag 1 november 2014

Nordic Sphinx (poem)

Here's a poem by me, Svensson. It's about "northernness", a term coined by C. S. Lewis. And about "archeofuturism", a term coined by Guillaume Faye.




I’m a Nordic Sphinx,
looking out over the boundless hills,
seeing a bright future

for all and sundry – a future perfect,
an archaic future, a future in
purple and gold, silver and green.

The pine is ever green,
the sun casting its gold
on the mountain side,

the moon etching its silver runes
and the purple twilight –
the colours of a new era.

- - -

I’m the king of comedy,
a metal guru and an
implicit whiteness.

I’m a prophet, a poet,
a preacher, a piper,
a guru, a sphinx,

an attic fanatic and a forest creature,
an aristocrat of the soul
in a time of decay.

- - -

I’m a poet and a piper,
a prophet of Northernness
singing for the trees,

singing for the people,
singing for fun in an age
where no one seems to

be laughing any more, no one
smiles, no one feels the joy of anything.
There I come with my flute

throwing green melodies over
everyone, saying ”life can be
fun too, you know”.

- - -

The prophet has spoken,
the guru is gone, the
Northern Spinx has left

the building, left us for
the boundless hills, the
thousand-mile forest,

the moors and the swamps,
the grey-green expanses of
coniferous woods

holding a future for us all,
an old future, an archaic future:
archeo future, a future perfect.




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onsdag 29 oktober 2014

Boknytt: Ernst Jünger -- A Portrait (Svensson 2014)


Min senaste bok är en biografi över Ernst Jünger. Living Traditions Magazine säger om den: "A biography of the very highest calibre." Boken kan köpas här.




Jag har skrivit en bok. Boken handlar om Ernst Jünger. Han var en tysk som levde 1895-1998. Boken är på engelska. Förlaget som gett ut boken heter Manticore Press. Det är baserat i Australien.

Boken heter "Ernst Jünger -- A Portrait". På 288 sidor berättar jag om Jüngers liv, hans centrala verk, hans kontroversiella sidor och lite till. Som hans syn på konst och historia, hans sf-romaner och hans särprägel i största allmänhet.

Boken kan beskrivas som en essä, en personligt hållen biografi. Kort sagt: ett porträtt (eng. portrait). På tyska har vi Helmuth Kiesels och Heimo Schwilks mer akademiskt hållna Jüngerbiografier. Dessa böcker kom 2007. Och här är min Jüngerbok, en bok med en friare, personligare utgångspunkt. En bok som både tar en titt den kontroversielle Jünger och som lyfter den esoteriske, livsbejakande Jünger. En Jünger som är synnerligen aktuell i dessa nihilismens tider.

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Boken har 32 kapitel. Ett exempel på stilen är detta, ur kapitel 10 som handlar om "På Marmorklipporna", Jüngers roman från 1939 som på engelska heter "On the Marble Cliffs":
”On the Marble Cliffs” displays a rich collection of characters. We have [for example] prince Sunmyra, pale and frail yet strong and belligerent, a romantic dreamer aroused from his sleep and ready to act against darkness, mirroring in a way the statue of the Bamberg Horseman (der Bamberger Reiter) in Bamberg cathedral: a heroic medieval knight, seemingly distraught but essentially a true rock of resistance. Mythologically he is in my book juxtaposed by the knight depicted by Dürer in his 16th century engraving ”The Knight, Death and the Devil”, a no-nonsense fighter with a literal devil-may-care attitude, a man of a hard mindset and yet no mere barbarian. And this character could be said to be represented by another ”Marble Cliff” figure: Biedenhorn, the commander of the mercenaries. The brothers at the centre of action get some help from him at the end, and before that he is lovingly depicted as the timeless solider, without higher ideals but reliable when it comes to battle and a jovial friend to his brothers in arms.
Du köper boken till exempel här, på Adlibris.




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fredag 17 oktober 2014

Some Notes on A Book by Clark Ashton Smith


Hallelujah.




Who has seen the towers of Amithaine
swan-throated rising from the main
whose tides to some remoter moon
flow in a fadeless afternoon...?
Who has seen the towers of Amithaine
shall sleep, and dream of them again.
These are words by the poet Clark Ashton Smith (1893-1961). I sit here with his "Out of Space and Time" vol. 2, reading about demons and gargoyles, brownies and fairies, charnel-dungeons and emerald hornettoes. A truly mind-boggling journey through thick and thin:
Rememberest thou? Enormous gongs of stone
were stricken, and the storming trumpeteers
acclaimed my deed to answering tides of spears,
and spoke the names of monsters overthrown -
griffins whose angry gold, and fervid store
of sapphires wrenched from mountain-plunged mines -
carnelians, opals, agates, almandines,
I brought to thee some scarlet eve of yore.
The collection also has prose-poems like "From the Crypts of Memory", about a shadowy existence in a dying land beyond the Beyond. This is fat, rich poesy with words you don't even find in Longman Dictionary. The piece ending the book, "The Shadows", is as rich, with all its "fretted windows", "the undesecrated seal of death" and "a meaningless antic phantasmagoria". I read them again and again these jewels of literature: neither stories nor versified poems, but poems in prose. Being about two pages long they have the right length for a prose poem.

I like the book's more conventional tales too, like "The Last Hieroglyph", "The Monster of the Prophecy", "The Death of Ilalotha" and "The Vaults of Yoh-Vombis". These outings aren't overly deep, not profound in any sense of the word -- but fun in a quiet way, fun in a "oh-how-he-can-adorn-his-language-with-obsolete-words"-way. There's that personality you can't mistake, that jewelry tinge to it all that makes me come back for more. Purple shadows, man.
For trumpets blare in Amithaine
for paladins that once again
ride forth to ghostly, glamorous wars
against the doom-preparing stars.
Dreamer, awake! ... but I remain
to ride with them in Amithaine.




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As you can see the depicted book is another one than the one treated in the post. However, I love that bluegreen cover, painted by Bruce Pennington as it is.

måndag 22 september 2014

Svensson: The New Improved Sun (poem)



Essentially, we live in a peaceful world. There is no longer the threat of all-out war, whatever MSM says. Mankind is on the eve of a new era. Hereby a poem that catches the gist of this.




It was an early morning in September, 2010. I was out on a bike ride in my beautiful town, Härnösand.

It was fairly warm. The air was moist, the effect of a rain the night before. "The wild and windy night / that the rain washed away / has left a pool of tears / crying for the day"... as Macca had it in "The Long and Winding Road".

The sun had risen, but from my point of view it was concealed behind a mountain on my right.

On my right a brook ran, carrying rather a lot of water; it had been raining as I said. I was in an area of detached houses, a villa region in the near-city zone, and to have an open brook running through the scenery was a quaint eyecatcher: they hadn't led it through ducts and covered it with soil. No, freshly running water, murmuring in the early morning sun...!

In front of me was an old regimental barrack, a yellow "kasern" as we say in Sweden, presiding on a small shelf in the hillside, surrounded by emerald green lawns and flanked by maples, the building resplendent like a castle with the front catching the sun rays. And in my mind I transformed it into a watering place, a place to quench your spiritual thirst. And along with some other reflections on the times, it all evolved into this poem. Note the Macca-reference in line #1...! By the way, the rest of the lines are also made up of quotes/titles. I won't tell you which ones though. Not today.

Now for the poem:

I'm in love with her and I feel fine
living in this Midsummer Century
praying at the Watering Place of Good Peace
under the New Improved Sun.

I could comment a lot on this. Now I only say: since after November 11, 2011, earth lives on a higher, spiritual level, for example resulting in the impossibility in an all-out war, such as "total Middle Eastern War" or "war between Nato and Russia over Ukraine".

It just won't happen. And I sensed it, vaguely, already in 2010, writing this poem.




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