onsdag 27 maj 2020

Svensson: Hubris and Megalomania (poem)


Hereby a new poem by yours truly: Hubris and Megalomania.




Abandoning myself to megalomania,
the sweetest affliction...

Hubris 24/7. Excessive self-pride,
believing myself to be more than a
man – to be a superman, a man-god...

“I take a pride in probing all your secret moves,
my tearless retina takes pictures that can prove...”

+++

I am hubris, megalomania and self-pride.

I am history. I am victory. I am alchemy.

I thank God for having made me to
pursue my mission here on Earth...

I am Life on Earth... I am What on Earth.

+++

I want power. I want willpower.

Being occupied with self-idolatry,
worshiping the genius of me.

Having fanatical faith and hope in
the triumph of Actionism, the
saving grace of mankind.

Everything I do is religion.
I am Religion.

Burn, holy flame...!
Rage, holy fire...!

+++

I am the holy flame.

I am the holy fire.

Fire burns within.

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I am megalomania, self-pride, hubris...

I am arrogance, egomania, self-reliance...

I am self-interest, self-love, self-possession,
self-worship. Glorified selfishness.

I am self-admiration.

I am self-confidence, self-respect,
pridefulness, self-regard, suffiency.

I am self-glorification...
... and, since God is within me,
in this way I glorify God.

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I am zealotry, devotion, enthusiasm,
passion, tenacity, providence.

I am devoted, faithful, zealous.
I am sworn, true blue, true to the end.

I am zeal, ardor, diligence, fervor,
gusto... ‘cos “the word is gusto” as
Chandler said, that’s how to write, that’s
how to be ruthless in a creative sense.

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I am pizzazz, charm, glamor, magnetism,
appeal, dazzle, fascination, flash, “it”...

I’m an “it” man and a hitman.

I am intensity, passion, urgency, verve, zest,
alacrity, drive, enterprise, intent, push, yen.

And “yen” in this context is no Japanese coin.
It means, a strong desire or inclination...

That’s me. That’s the Actionist me, just me
and my operation, now and forever.




Related
Good Reads: Gordon R. Dickson etc.
Jack Steelnack Interview
Heinlein Revival
Antropolis: Place du Carrousel [lots of pictures, text in Swedish]

torsdag 7 maj 2020

Svensson: Lessons of War (short story)


Lennart Svensson lives on 62 degrees north in Sweden. Born in 1965 he's a walker of streets, a driver of cars, a drinker of tea. He has written the novels Burning Magnesium and Redeeming Lucifer. His bio can be read here. -- In the below story, a 31st century soldier shares his wisdom.




Going up the slope the turbines of the APC were pressed to the extreme. It was a shaky ride, we tumbled around each other in the dark compartment, but soon we came out on smoother land and we gathered ourselves reasonably. The advance to storming distance continued.

This happened in the 5000s. The Pygellian Empire and the Klunsian Dominate were at odds. It was open conflict, it was war. And squeezed in between these interstellar powers was Mamonia, my world, a backwater solar system mostly known for its production of clay ocarinas. Klunsia annexed us one day and the male population was forced into military service.

“March or die,” that was the situation. And after a few months of rather basic training we were sent to one of the front planets for our baptism of fire. Riding in that APC.

And now it stopped. A red lamp blinked: “unload”. We got out, led by a squad leader who formed us into line ahead in the gray day. With vizors down and gas filters on we advanced to the critical part of the combat zone. Basically, we would guide rocket ship strikes with our lasers.

And indeed, rocket ships roared in the sky. Smoke was on the wind. Eventually our company forged ahead in triangle formation against a shining horizon – a blazing horizon. When we saw this sea of fire we instinctively hit the dirt. But in the helmet radio we only heard, “forward!”

I radioed the squad leader, “But it’s burning over there!”

The answer came:

“Your suits are fireproof. No matter! And, damn you, no babble on the intercom! Only tactical messages!”

This order of “no babble” was my first lesson of the war. And it hides a profound wisdom. It can be applied to more than war and combat situations. Like, if you meet a wise man you don’t babble in his presence. You only ask pertinent questions. This is about subordinating yourself to the situation, uttered in a “don’t babble” dictum.

We were in the combat zone. And we did get some share of the action, guiding those rocket ships toward the enemy target. And this included staving off assaults of enemy infantry too. That day I had my share of death and destruction. But even before going into battle I had internalized death, you might say. I knew I might die in this battle. During the transfer to this very planet, Prons IV, I had said to myself that this is “the way to dusty death” and that I shouldn’t be so sheepish about it. I thought: if I die in this battle I have to go out in style. I refuse to have the air of a lamb to the slaughter...!

So, in this way I was prepared for anything in that battle. And I did survive it.

Later, I also noticed how this wisdom, the process of “having conquered death inside” brought with it all the other, traditional soldiery virtues. Like courage, sobriety, loyalty. I needed no specific lesson in courage. I’d say, having already acquainted myself with death courage came naturally. Like, if during my career I was given a task with probable lethal outcome, I’d perform it without discussion. I didn’t worry about the lethal consequences because I already knew death, I had internalized it. In the same way, as a combat leader, I could give my men the most difficult, lethal missions thinkable. Because I, if given them, could have fulfilled them. Thus they could fulfil them too.

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After my first fight I actually began appreciating being a combat soldier, forcibly enrolled or not. Now, this isn’t a story of the war. Nor is it a story of my part of it. But, it is a summary of the lessons I, Gustavus Pax, learned during this war, the Klunsian war of 5127-5143.

Thus far, the lessons were: no babble on the intercom, only tactical messages. And, the way of the soldier is the way of death.

Now for the other lessons...

Maran-Maran, August 4, 5133. Guarded by my staff group I had been sleeping under a tarpaulin, I had a breakfast of water and biscuits and then it was up and at them, continuing to enlarge a bridgehead after a forced landing. One of my platoons seemed to be stuck by a brook. I took my power cycle and went there, finding the platoon hiding behind a thicket and the platoon leader among them, studying a map.

“What are you looking at?” I asked over the radio.

“Captain, there are strong enemy forces on the other side of the brook. In a certain ruin.”

He showed me a point on the map, symbolizing a ruin of a power station. I said:

“Are you sure? Go out and have a look. Now! Get going!”

I followed the man and one squad out of the thicket and onto the brook, looking out over the dark waters and behind it, the supposed enemy shore, brown and desolate and with the stupendous ruin towering above it. No enemy presence was seen in or beside it.

“That’s it,” I said, “you see? Probably nothing there. Let’s have a look. Come on!”

I led the force in a patrol to the ruin, we approached it with all due caution – and, once there, it was found to be unoccupied.

I left the place for the platoon commander to hold. And from that position they soon knocked out an enemy counterthrust. The ruin had been deserted, was easy to group in and was fine for stopping such an advance.

All told, you mustn’t rely too much on maps – not on squad, platoon, company or even battalion level. As often as possible, the commander must go out himself to have the look and feel of the situation.

I render this wisdom as, “reality, not the map, shall guide you”. This can make you think of the basic sobriety needed for a soldier. I mean, he does of course need visions and “get up and go,” an ability to strive for the impossible. But in all this he must also have a sober outlook. Like, exactly now, where is the enemy and what is he doing? This must always be the lodestar for any operation. A combat soldier isn’t just out in the field to camp. He’s out there to fight the enemy. Keep your eyes on the target!

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Another very important wisdom of the war is this: nothing beats a folding stock...

You see, the laser carbines we used in the war came in two different versions: one with a folding stock, the other with a rigid butt-end – and this butt-end, apart from being a support against the shoulder, also served as a storage compartment for batteries.

But I never liked that one. Instead, the folding stock-version was my weapon of choice. Why? ‘Cos nothing beats a folding stock, that’s why...

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Soldiering is a ritual. Being a soldier in an army means learning the codes, learning to speak in a certain manner.

This is my sixth wisdom. Some soldiers don’t understand this. They talk about “bullshit,” BS, as soon as anything has to be done by the book. Now, of course you don’t learn warring by reading about it in a book = Krieg führen lernt man nicht aus Büchern. You can be a fine combat soldier after some “learning on the job” and no formal schooling. But, when it comes to leading a whole company you must also know about book keeping, the keeping of records, and the formal way of doing things (apart from intuitively grasping a battle situation, getting the feel of the battle as intimated above).

All this formality becomes almost enjoyable if you see it as a ritual. Filing reports and everything having to do with “the paper war,” communicating on the intercom according to the rules at hand, change of guards ceremonies etc. It’s all a ritual. If you don’t get it, if you can’t stand any of this, then don’t be in the army.

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War stands for the archaic in the modern. This is my seventh wisdom.

We live in a modern culture, we hail the development of technology and science. And yet, we also make war. And in war there’s essentially nothing modern. We have modern weaponry and use technology to the utmost to be efficient killers – but – the situation of the soldier going to war is as old as Moses.

Me, boarding that troop carrier for Prons IV, internally grappling with death – that’s an archaic image. The fresh recruit stumbling into the fire – that’s archaic. Seeing death and destruction around you, learning to fight or die – that’s archaic.

And all this fought with modern weaponry such as orbo bombs, translocators, particle beams; all this with the whining of armoured aircraft, the sound of sweep electron pieces... war stands for the archaic in the modern.

- - -

The war eventually ended and I kept on serving as an officer in the Klunsian army. There were some border adjustments between Klunsia and Pygellia and a peace treaty was signed.

And so we lived happily ever after...?

As for war veterans, I know of many who succumbed to “post traumatic stress,” to psychic problems, to thoughts of suicide, sometimes succeeding in killing themselves. And still, they were guys on the winning side...!

It just goes to show that as a soldier, you must never relax. You’re always in the zone, always fighting something – the enemy without, or the enemy within.

Personally I’ve stayed alive in this way: as soon as I’m beset by thoughts of angst, maybe even suicide, I think: OK. I’m now under assault. I’m attacked by feelings of angst, of fear. But as a soldier I used to conquer my fear by thinking that death is but a moment, a natural ending of the life of my physical body.

The attack of angst must be counter-attacked in sober fashion. Conquered by will, in the same way as the fear of death during the war was conquered by will.

Thus, I live my life. You could say that I’m always at storming distance, always waiting to rise and rush forth and cover the last critical fifty meters to get to the target and take it.

In and out of war, you’re always at storming distance...

The war never ends. In a controlled fashion, I’m always fighting the enemy within.

You think that sounds weird? Welcome to the life of a combat veteran.

Or maybe it isn’t so weird. I guess we all have our angst to grapple with, soldiers and civilians alike. I do it in the soldiery fashion, conceiving of it in a soldiery way. That’s all.

- - -

Thus, in summation, my eight wisdoms are:

. No babble on the intercom.

. The way of the soldier is the way of death.

. Reality, not the map, shall guide you.

. Keep your eyes on the target.

. Nothing beats a folding stock.

. Soldiering is a ritual.

. War stands for the archaic in the modern.

. In and out of war, you’re always at storming distance.




Related
Johnnie Holt -- First on Mars
Burning Magnesium
Redeeming Lucifer

måndag 27 april 2020

Nya Tider uppmärksammar "Ett rike utan like"


Min populäraste bok är Ett rike utan like (2017). Den har uppmärksammats lite här och var. Bland annat i Nya Tider.




Nya Tider är en oberoende veckotidning av Sverigevänligt slag. Vi har nämnt den av och till här på bloggen. Som här.

Bland mycket annat har NyT skrivit om min svenska historiebok, Ett rike utan like. Man recenserade den på våren 2019.

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Vidare så förekommer i NyT annonser för Alternamedias försäljning av boken.

I nr 45 2019 kunde man till exempel se denna annons:
Vi har nu äran att lansera en milstolpe inom svensk historia: Ett rike utan like, Sveriges historia, skriven av Nya Tiders skribent Lennart Svensson. Detta mästerverk på nästan 600 sidor är ett standardverk som ingen bokhylla med värdighet vill vara utan.
Och strax före jul (nr 49 2019) kunde man läsa denna annons:
Det här är de etniska svenskarnas historia. Ingen annan historiebok nämner det. Nu är den här, ett gediget verk på nästan 600 sidor. Passar utmärkt som julklapp!
Så e de ju. Och nyligen (16/2020) sa man detta i en annons, på samma tema:
Boken genomsyras av att det är de etniska svenskarna som byggde Sverige, som är Sverige. Det gäller sedan urminnes tider. Redan en romersk historiker vid namn Tacitus skrev att på den skandinaviska halvön har vi svioner, alltså svear. Lennart Svensson har på nästan 600 sidor skrivit en bok ägnad för den vanlige svensken.
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Så långt annonserna. Vill du läsa mer om boken, såsom bloggens egen presentation av den, gå hit.

Köp boken på Alternamedia.

Köp boken från förlaget.




Relaterat
Referat av NyT:s recension
Intervju med mig i NyT
Presentation av boken på denna blogg
Om Nya Tider

lördag 4 april 2020

Death Come Walk With Me


Matters of life and death... mostly death, actually. In the media this spring.




Details aside, now that death is on the agenda, we must talk about it.

We need to have a conversation about death.

And where to begin...?

In ancient times, of course.

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"Memento Mori"... According to legend, this is what a Roman military commander would hear whispered in his ear. When riding his triumphal chariot in the victory parade.

”Memento Mori” is latin and means, ”Remember that you’re a mortal. Remember that you’re going to die.”

When the commander was met by cheers from the crowd he had a slave standing behind him on the chariot whispering Memento Mori in his ear. Otherwise the commander might get hubris, starting to belive that he was more than human, a god.

- - -

Counteracting hubris: you have to be aware of your mortality. This brings sobriety to your whole thought, your whole mindset, your whole way of being.

A conscious esotericist always has the concept of Memento Mori alive in him.

Any man needs to have this ingrated in his being.

And it’s not about indulging in symbols and moods of death and decay per se.

Nothing of that...!

Memento Mori is about soberly knowing that your physical body one day will cease to function, i.e., ”die”. The soul lives on but the physical body dies and decays sooner or later. An esotericist has to know this.

- - -

I’m not the first one saying this. The Existential School of Thought (Sartre, Simone Weil, Heidegger) all had a knowledge of death, of your mortality as a cornerstone of their thought. So if even a nihilist like Sartre acknowledged death then I can’t see why this would be so hard to realize for the man in the street.

This quote from a book by Carlos Castaneda puts the matter to a head. The words are said by his teacher, Don Juan: ”In a world where death is the hunter, my friend, there is no time for regrets or doubts. There is only time for decisions.” [Castaneda, Journey to Ixtlan, p 56]

The neophyte Castaneda has to learn memento mori in order to become an esoteric operator. After some weeks of trying this, trying to get acquainted with the thought of death, he's panic stricken. Because, he has never thought about death systematically before.

He asks his teacher, Don Juan, what to do. And Don Juan says:
Death is the only wise advisor that we have. Whenever you feel, as you always do, that everything is going wrong and you’re about to be annihilated, turn to your death and ask if that is so. Your death will tell you that you’re wrong; that nothing really matters outside its touch. Your death will tell you, ’I haven’t touched you yet.’ [ibid p 51]
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Even J. W. Goethe knew about death and wrote about it.

He was aware of this: that if you acknowledge death, the fact that the life of the physical body is limited, then you’re spiritually free. It’s expressed in the dictum ”stirb und werde,” ”dying and becoming”. We find this in the poem ”Seelige Sehnsucht”, ”Blissful Yearning”. Here’s the last stanza, translated by A. S. Kline:
And as long as you lack this
true word: Die and Become!
You’ll be but a dismal guest
in Earth’s darkened room.
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Without indulging in it, without becoming a necrophile, you have to acquaint yourself with the thought of death.

The first time with death occupying your mind in this way isn't fun. This I admit. See the Castaneda experience above; he went through it, I went through it. The tribulation of getting to know death, to familiarise yourself with it, internalise it.

But when you're through it you are free, spiritually free.

You can't avoid facing death. So I say, face it and grow up. Face it and become spiritually mature.

- - -

If you want this kind of lesson in print, then read Chapter One and Chapter Three of this book. In it, more or less the above approach to death is covered as MMM = the Memento Mori Mindset.

And in Chapter Ten, I tell about the specific lesson I, LS, got from Castaneda regarding Memento Mori:
As for Castaneda his books above all taught me Memento Mori. This was in the mid 1990s, the lesson was hard to learn but I did embrace it after a while. It took time. But it was worth it, worth the endured angst. Castaneda taught me to face death, sober up in view of this and to assume responsibility for who I am and what I do. For this I am eternally grateful. [Svensson, Actionism, p 91]
- - -

Again, we need to have a conversation about death. This year, next year, always.

And, the above text is an outline of such a conversation.




Related
Actionism -- the Next Big Thing
Painters and Draughtsmen
Painting: Robert Svensson

måndag 30 mars 2020

Världsångesten driver folk framför sig med gisselslag


Det är en märklig tid. Våren är här men en gastkramande ångest har gripit själarna. Detaljer åsido tycks ledmotivet i media vara "död och förintelse". Ångesten regerar, den allomfattande, existensiella världsångesten. Domedag och undergång följer i dess spår.




Dirigerat av media råder ångest. Dödsångest.

Vad kan då jag bidra med i saken...?

Jag kan möjligen lindra den individuella personens dödsångest.

Och då är det så... att man måste konfrontera sin rädsla för döden. I långa loppet kan man då bli kvitt ångesten überhaupt.

Det är en besk medicin. Men den fungerar.

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En persons ångest är ett tidlöst problem och jag har behandlat det förr på bloggen.

Rädsla för döden behandlas genom att konfrontera denna rädsla -- och på sikt besegra den.

Det är tufft men det går. Och det är det enda sättet. Se här.

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Men bortom det individuella då...?

Om vi ser bortom personen och tar oss an världsångesten.

Det är alltså en tid av ångest, samhällsomfattande ångest. Ja världsomfattande. Vi tycks leva i de yttersta av dagar. Civilisationen går under. Tycks media säga. Då kanske denna novell kan passa bra.

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Man kan säga: jag inte bara följer tidsandan... jag skapar den, föregriper den. Ty detta med världsångest och undergång som vi ser idag, där var jag redan i juli 2019. Med novellen Det flammande svärdet.

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"Domedagen är här, gör bot och bättring" tycks vara tidsandan. Hjälper det då att tvätta händerna med handsprit...?

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Världsångesten har folk i sitt grepp. Undergångsstämningar grasserar. Jag ger er alltså den konstnärliga speglingen av detta i sagda novell.

Och den enskildes ångest kan möjligen botas av råden i detta inlägg.




Relaterat
Konfrontera dödsångest
Det flammande svärdet
Burning Magnesium -- presentation på svenska
Typer: Modern man
Redeeming Lucifer: presentation på svenska
Målning: Robert Svensson

måndag 23 mars 2020

Redeeming Lucifer: presentation på svenska


In Swedish. -- Härmed några rader om en bok. Den gavs ut 2017 och är på engelska.




Köp boken på Adlibris

Köp boken på Bokus




Carl Griffensteen är kapten i ryska armén. Vid tiden för det rumänska fälttåget 1917 får han i uppdrag att reka kvarter för regementets stab. Detta för honom till ett slott där han möter en mystisk greve. Efter en middag med fler gåtfulla deltagare får kaptenen ett uppdrag i en främmande dimension. Det hela leder omsider till ett fältslag som kommer att avgöra jordens och himlens framtid.

Detta är handlingen i min roman Redeeming Lucifer. Den är på engelska.

Det är med andra ord en fantasyroman som tar avstamp i vår värld. Det är ett äventyr i en sagovärld, en melodram med historien och astralvärlden som spelfält, med öst och väst och gott och ont i mixen, och med Lucifer i en nyckelroll. Han ska "återlösas" = be redeemed. Det är vad titeln antyder. Det handlar om att dra honom in i ljuset och bekämpa mörkret.

På Amazon.co.uk recenseras boken så här: "Writing in the great tradition of epic quests, this author gives genuine meaning to his theme by his obvious deep historical and esoteric knowledge."

Sist lite produktfakta... Sidantal: 208. Bindning: trade paperback (= mjukpärm). Omslag: Albrecht Altdorfer, "Alexanderschlacht" (1529).




Köp boken på Adlibris

Köp boken på Bokus




Relaterat
Tolkiens verk
Det inlägg från 2017 som presenterar boken på engelska
En annan av mina romaner

torsdag 19 mars 2020

Lästips, mars 2020


In Swedish. -- Det är återigen dags för lite lästips. Det är den vanliga blandningen av sakprosa och fiktion. Ett liknande inlägg finner du här.




1. Fakta / essä

Knut Stålberg. Paris på de älskandes tid (1998). -- Om den romanskrivande demimonden George Sand. Inte helt hopplös bok rent generellt, detta med kulturhistoria speglat i en person. Här speglas Frankrike 1830-1870, romantikens tidsålder, med figurer som Victor Hugo, Franz Liszt mm. Stilen i boken är lite valhänt, "inte helt hundra" -- dvs. Stålberg spänner ibland bågen för högt, han skriver lite yvigt, men egentligen inte så det stör. Summering: jag förmådde inte intressera mig för Sands alla amours men som sagt, att måla upp en tid med en person som fokus är sunt. Det är en bok att läsa, med text i enspalt, inga foton; på så vis (dvs. gällande dess allmänna form / genre / attityd / utformning) en nästan rekommendabel bok.

Peter Haventon och Alrik Söderlind. Stora boken om Saab (2017). -- De första kapitlen är OK ty de är specialskrivna av Haventon. Och behandlar Saabs tidiga historia. Resten är till 90% återpublicerade artiklar ur Auto Motor och Sport om olika aspekter av Saab. Och det kan man vara utan. Ty den efemära, tidsbundna karaktären är för tydlig i dessa texter: provkörning av bil, debattartikel om Saabs framtid osv. Med andra ord, slött av dem att mestadels bara värma upp rester på detta sätt.

Peo Thyrén. Från Noice till nu – du lever bara en gång (2019). -- Har man redan läst Bogerius' bok om Noice är det mesta i denna bok redan bekant. Och Bogerius' text är mer stringent och har färre pinsamma anekdoter. Men OK, Thyréns egen bok är också rätt läsvärd. Bland annat skriver han om när han blev kristen; det var bland annat kompromisslösheten i Kristi attityd som tilltalade honom. Tonvikten i boken ligger på Thyréns musikkarriär. Med Noice, Easy Action och Sha-Boom samt som låtskrivare och producent. Basfakta i målet ges i min recension av Bogerius' bok om Noice.

Marko Smedberg. Krigföring (2004). – Jag vill hävda att boken i stort sett är värd att läsa. Översikten över krigföring till lands, till sjöss och i luften från Napoleonkrigen till idag är koncis och mer eller mindre vettig. – Plus också för att författaren läst och noterat tyska källskrifter. Inte många svenska författare idag erkänner öht existensen av tyska källor. – Dock retar man sig överlag på språkbehandlingen i Smedbergs bok. Det är som ofta i dessa fall (i genren "SMB-böcker, modern svensk krigshistorisk litteratur"...) en likstel, stilblind framställning. Det är en sak att grundkravet för en historisk handbok är ämnesmässig stringens. Och här finns sådan: forskningsmässig koll. Men man saknar stil på anrättningen... Man saknar den ”tight but loose” stil som kännetecknar militärskribenter som J. F. C. Fuller, Cyril Falls och Liddell Hart. Man saknar det uns av personlighet som får en att läsa och läsa om böcker av dessa britter. – ”Krigföring” används enligt uppgift för utbildning av svenska officerare i krigshistoria. Det passar den väl för; de får iaf veta något här. Men inslaget av ”militär mumbo-jumbo” är påfestande. Såsom malandet av angloamerikanska begrepp, såsom detta att inom flygkriget både nämna ”interceptor” och ”air superiority fighter” vilket (som även nämns av Smedberg) är nästan samma sak men de båda termerna måste trots det tuggas. I sådana fall blir militärbyråkratismen väl påfrestande för mig. Dessutom slängs det ofta in meningslösa rader som ”krigföringen blev mer komplex” och ”det är svårt att dra slutsatser om utvecklingen”. – Som sagt, en likstel, stilblind framställning som dock är värdesäkrad genom sitt faktiska innehåll. Någon liknande bok på svenska kommer nog inte att skrivas på bra länge.





2. Fiktion

Fred Hoyle. Det svarta molnet (1957; på svenska 1958). -- Ett interstellärt moln hemsöker jorden. Vetenskapsmän, politiker mm. möter utmaningen. Denna bok är högst rekommendabel. Hoyle berättar både med strikt vetenskap i bagaget och med livaktig dialog och scengestaltning. Han återger dessutom ekvationer och beräkningar för molnets karaktär; det ser man inte ofta i sf, en oskriven regel är där att inte ha med sådant -- men Hoyle struntar suveränt i det och det är jag på sätt och vis tacksam för. Hoyle var astronom till vardags och skrev fiction tämligen sällan men Det svarta molnet är i stort sett värd att prisa. Det är ingen särskilt märkvärdig text men här och där firas triumfer. Stilen är mer livaktig än hos till exempel A. C. Clarke, för att nu nämna en snarlik landsman.

Christopher Priest. Inverterad värld (1974; på svenska 1985). -- Boken stod där i hyllan och kallade på mig -- en svår bok, en hypad bok. Den och andra Priest-verk var nämligen proklamerade som da shit under mitt 80-tal som sf-fan. Den visade sig nu, vid läsning, mer än OK. Läsbar, läsvärd. Krånglig ontologi spelar huvudrollen (jämte huvudpersonen och hans strävanden i en gåtfull stad) men allt är berättat med ledig stil. Inga ekvationer...! Men Priest återger förvisso en del invecklade geometriska koncept i ord, utan siffror. -- Detta är som Ballard, vidareutvecklat på egen hand. Inte en bok att aktivt söka upp men den levererar -- för den som vill ha metafysisk sf med föredömlig stil, underhållande och lagom tjock, 240 s. Den läses ungefär som Clarkes novell Mörkrets mur: invecklad metafysik står i centrum men denna bok är faktiskt lättare att förstå än den.

Fritiof Nilsson Piraten. Diverse. -- Jag har nu för första gången någonsin läst texter av Piraten. Det visade sig vara helt OK. Man möts av sådant som konservativ världsbild, nöjaktig stilmässig verkshöjd, ingen påträngande tragik (även om han kan se tillvarons tragik också). Det är ett författartemperament ungefär som Frans G. Bengtssons, dock är jag personligen färdig med Bengtsson, Piraten ger mig mer just nu. -- Den stilmässiga briljansen kan till exempel ses i inledningen till Bock i örtagård, om ett smörgåsbord, dock är det ingen i sig schangdobel fest som skildras, bara ett vanligt smörgåsbord på ett stadshotell som Piraten får ut det mesta av i sitt inledningskapitel. -- Bock i örtagård var den i ordningen andra boken, den var OK, dock gillar jag mer novellerna, som Högvilt om en engelsk lord som kommer på besök hos en medelklassig svensk, denne bjuder lorden till ett hotell som han lurar lorden är hans herrgård; det tyckte jag var roligt. Andra nämnvärda novelltitlar, roande skrönor som överlag känns rätt äkta, är Afrika; Yankee fashion; Fallet med de svarta fötterna; Kapten Anton. -- Jag jämförde nyss Piraten med Bengtsson. Ett annat skånskt jämförelseobjekt kan vara Hasse Alfredsson. Piraten slår även denne; Alfredsson ska nämligen i sina romaner alltid vara så pretentiös och seriös, ha sådan uppenbar tragik; effekten blir konstlad och tillgjord. Piraten däremot har lagom tragik. Han går den perfekta balansgången mellan "för pretto" (= Alfredsson) och "för raljant" (= Bengtsson).

Olof Svedelid. Anmäld försvunnen (1972). -- En rätt rekommendabel svensk polisroman. Svedelids första om Roland Hassel. Påminner om Sjöwall-Wahlöö fast utan vänsterismen. I så måtto är denna som en tidig motsvarighet till Hans Holmérs serie om Loppan (första självbetitlade romanen 1990). Dvs. en kunnigt skriven och säkert berättad polisroman utan vänstervriden predikan (det där som Sjöwall-Wahlöö annars hyllats för). Läs Svedelid, läs Holmér, iaf dessa två titlar (Anmäld försvunnen; Loppan). Loppan är något starkare eftersom huvudpersonen bland annat är socialt mer framgångsrik, såsom hos damerna, medan Hassel understryks vara en lite stukad figur och det känns rätt uttjatat. -- De nyssnämnda Sjöwall-Wahlöö är förstås inte dåliga de heller; utan kommentar kan jag rekommendera dessa titlar av dem: Mannen på taket, Brandbilen som försvann, Den skrattande polisen, ja möjligen även Terroristerna som var den sista i serien.




3. Detta

Slutligen en samling snabba lästips inom genren spionage och underrättelsetjänst... -- Trepper, Röda kapellet. Skriven av chefen för sovjetkommunismens spionage i Tredje riket. Läsvärd. – Kummenius, Kontraspion för fem länder. Finländare som fångade ryska spioner under AVK. Han bidrog även till Stig Berglings infångande. Inalles bra läsning. – Wright, Spy Catcher. Kontraspionage i England 1950-1975. Man var infiltrerade av Philby, Burgess, Maclean och Blunt, och Wright deltog i att rensa upp här. – Treholt, Ensam. En norsk förrädares memoarer, rätt läsvärd. – Nordblom, Industrispionage. Väldokumenterat avslöjande av Sovjets 1980-talsspionage i Sverige. – E7, Jag är spion. Bok från 30-talet, en engelsk frilansande spion som verkar i Sovjet, Italien mm. Dokumentär skildring, dock ställvis med stilbriljans som en roman. – Wennerström, Från början till slutet. Memoarer av en förrädare på toppnivån = överste i svenska flygvapnet. Och förräderiet åsido, visst var han smart. Och kunde skriva. – Härmed en länk till Anders Sundelins Wennerström-biografi från 1999.




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Sundelins Wennerströmbiografi
E.7: Jag är spion
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Jim Ballard

torsdag 12 mars 2020

Dharma Town: Cathedral and Surroundings


These are images from my own town... my model city, my private diorama. Call it Antropolis, call it Dharma Town, call it whatever. An earlier exposition was this one [text in Swedish].




So, what do we see...?

We see a cathedral. And a red palace and a white. Etc.

My town. Peopled by diverse figures. And trafficked by spiffy cars.

We also have a park with a tiger statue. Ride the Tiger in the spirit of Evola...! [Hereby a review in Swedish of Evola's book in question.]

Below, a gallery of pictures. With pertinent captions with links and stuff. Enjoy.



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1-2. The cathedral of Dharma Town, dedicated to the worship of the Spiritual Superman.


3. Overview.


4. The architecture of this diorama goes from modernist to the left to increasingly traditionalist on the right. In pic we see Manderley, a modernist house.


5. Tiger Park [link to Swedish post] with palaces in the background.


6. In front of his White Palace, Ritter von Epp. Sports car aficionado, reader of early Heinlein.


7. Guards Barracks with mustering of guards detail.


8. Tiger Park [link to Swedish post].


9. Street scene.


10. This is Jack Steelnack, "the Steeler," a renowned Dharma Town citizen. And here is an interview with him.


11. To the left, the mysterious couple Signe and Orvar. They always prowl the cities of Dharma Town, unknown why. However, among other things I know that they are fans of the author Gordon Dickson.


12. Ride the Tiger monument [link to Swedish post].


13. Steelnack, red palace and red limo.


14. White Palace, premium car, Ritter von Epp.


15. Café Existence, a focal point for meetings and discussions over a cup of your favorite brew.



16-17. Manderley.




18-20. Views.




Related
Good Reads: Gordon R. Dickson etc.
Jack Steelnack Interview
Heinlein Revival
Antropolis: Place du Carrousel [lots of pictures, text in Swedish]
Evola: Ride the Tiger [review in Swedish]

torsdag 27 februari 2020

Story by Me Published


A new short story has been published in Terror House Magazine. It's a humorous take on going to Hell, a weird fantasy about deviltry and striving. And it's written by me. And here it is.




I often write about people going to Hell, meeting an infernal master. It's in my Swedish novel Till Smaragdeburg, it's in the English language Redeeming Lucifer.

And now, a short story of mine on the theme. Entitled A Trip to Hell.

It's kind of humorous. But it's not a complete send-up of occultism.

It isn't -- for it presupposes other realities than our ordinary, everyday world.

Enjoy.




Related
Redeeming Lucifer: A Novel
An Interview With Jack Steelnack
World History -- A Short Summary

fredag 14 februari 2020

Om Eld och rörelse


In Swedish, about my 2007 debut. -- För 13 år sedan gav jag ut min debutbok. Eld och rörelse.




Eld och rörelse innehåller noveller.

Jag gav ut verket på eget förlag 2007.

Hela boken presenteras här.

Och hur du laddar ner pdf:en från Dropbox beskrivs här.

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Vad har jag att tillägga i ämnet idag då?

Inget annat än att jag nu offentliggör det som först var tänkt att bli omslaget. Se ovan.

När det kom till kritan fixade jag ett annat omslag. Ett mer återhållet. Ett med mindre känsla av "död och natt och blod".

Men nu så... nu har jag äntligen fullbordat det ursprungliga omslaget. Så pass att det kan illustrera detta inlägg.

Bilden sammanfattar bokens titelberättelse ganska bra tycker jag. Vinterkrig, smyga i skogen, en något nihilistisk känsla över det hela. Yla i natten, pansar och blod...

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I tillbakablickens karga sken är det ibland så att en författare inte längre står för sin debutbok. Särskilt om det är en egenutgiven sådan.

Men så är det inte med mig. Jag står ännu för mitt debutverk, ord för ord...!

Jag tycker till och med att det bara blir bättre med åren.

Men det är väl bara jag. Ladda ner boken och se efter själv.




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Mer om boken
Motpol recenserar
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tisdag 4 februari 2020

A Dream


I sometimes dream at night...




A dream. I am visiting my brother Robert in Uppsala. It’s a kind of dorm house, many people sharing it. They point down a meadow or lawn, go there they say, the door over there goes to Rob’s room. So I go down this slope, greensward in the sun and a door ahead, nice to meet your brother...

The next scene I’m in the room and there’s a complete change of atmosphere. The room is empty, it isn’t even a room, just an empty space of scaffolding. Dark, stormy skies all around. It all says “empty, nobody home” like nothing on earth. Bringing this message home: “Your brother is dead, you can’t visit him anymore. You can’t go to Uppsala and see him.”




Related
My Portrait of Rob
Timeline Secret History
Heinlein and SF
The dreamy pic illustrating this is of course painted by Rob... and more of his fantasy art can be found in this post.

söndag 12 januari 2020

An Interview with Jack Steelnack, Part II


I recently published an interview with "Jack Steelnack, the Steeler". Now for Part II of this talk with a New Age superman.




Q: Who are you anyway...?

A: I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end. I am the Chakravartin: the ruler of the chakras, the seven rotating energy centers of the body. I am the reborn spirit previously expressed in Plotinus, Bach, Wagner. I am conscious intent, pure intent. I am the unstoppable fire. I am devoted, faithful, zealous – sworn, old faithful – true blue, true to the end. I’m divine, angelic, spiritual, eternal, heavenly, holy – transcendent, anointed, consecrated, hallowed – exalted, sanctified, beatific, blissful, glorious – godly, omniscient, sacramental, sacrosanct, transmundane. I’m the embodiment of elation, euphoria, happiness, joy, rapture – of beatitude, blessedness, delight, ebullience – enchantment, enthusiasm, exultation – fervor, frenzy, inspiration – joyfulness, paradise, ravishment, trance, transport, seventh heaven. I’m esoteric, arcane, mystical, mystic – hermetic, hidden, inner, occult – profound, secret, sibylline. I’m the eternal golden braid of perennialism, incarnated in the 21st century. I’m here to smite evil-doers, dolts and blockheads and to strengthen the forces of light. I’m here to battle materialism and ideas of this and that, like man’s descent from apes; for, man stems from gods, not apes. At least men of my type, the Aryan type. I’m here to imbue the Western world with fanaticism and devotion. I’m here to shape up the West, put it on the road to glory, zealotry, enthusiasm – yea, verily, even to frenzy and monomania. I will make the whole Faustian world into one concentrated ray of will-thought, like a holy flame, a glorified laser beam. The whole culture will be the crucible of a spiritual alchemy mixing fire and movement, will and thought. Thus we will create the First Human Civilization, dedicated to art, science and spirituality. One of our first projects will be to terraform and colonize Mars.

Q: I see. However, there’s one thing I wonder: you speak about Will-Thought, you speak about willpower and vision – but – other gurus have spoken about this.

A: Name one.

Q: OK, I can't expressly do that. But -- others before you have spoken about Faustian grandeur, the victory of the Light etc. Like Goethe and Jünger.

A: Yes they did. And I adore those two. I base some of my thought on their thought. That’s what traditionalism is all about. That’s the gist of Perennial Thought: you adhere to an undying, eternal line of thinkers having all seen the Eternal Light. Like Plato, Plotinus, Goethe, Jünger. It’s an eternal golden braid, an eternal golden cord being weaved forever and ever.

Q. I see.

A: Good. For the other way around, a creed that would be totally original, would be incomprehensible. Whatever thought you adhere to you have to relate it to thinkers gone before you. I mean, we of the Faustian mindset tend to be prophetic, we tend to be the proclaimers of something original. That’s part of the style, the spear-driven approach of Faustian man, ever since his appearance in the 15th century earthly culture. But as for me, as a Perennialist, I also admit that I stand on the shoulders of giants. It’s just my particular mix of metaphysics, morals and politics that is unique. It’s an amalgam of the important strains of human thought, sorely needed right now to drag the West out of the quagmire it’s in.

Q: A unique mix from a unique man. You’re angelic, you’re divine; that, you said earlier in the interview. This prompts the question: are you god?

A: In a way. An old way of meditating has the mantra, ‘I am god’ in order to unify your consciousness with the all-consciousness. In this respect I am god and so are all the other spiritually conscious white me. I’m a superman, a divine being, at the same time acknowledging the Absolute, ‘the top God,’ the Creator. However, God is a merger of Will and Thought striving for the light and so is man; therefore, man is divine, he ‘is’ god. Such a man-god might not be able to create out of thin air – like God – but he can do a lot, a lot more than a dejected materialist man, a virtual ape-man, an Untermensch... a mere Elementarwesen, drugged by food, drink and sex and unable to control the storm of thoughts and emotions besetting him.

Q: Is that so...?

A: Indeed. A conscious, perennially anchored Steeler is a god because of (1) having an eternal soul (2) having specific bodily proportions, being created in god’s image; he is this, he wilfully acknowledges this. To be a god in physicality, a physical angel. ‘A man is a mortal god, a god is an immortal man.’ This is the Leitmotif of our age, of the New Age, of the age I’m ushering in – for I’m the man, I’m divinely led... I am Pure Divine, Crystal Clear, Cosmic Consciousness. I’m having the divine approach in life, I’m enchanting everything, I’m seeing the invisible, seeing Beyond the Beyond, seeing beyond the conditioned. Fathoming the unfathomable. – Man is now becoming god. Man is ‘a god in being’. ‘God-realization’ is man’s most noble goal.

Q: Mmm, I see. You have an unusual theological anchoring.

A: Oh yes, I have. Like stressing the wisdom of the saying, ‘God Helps the One Who Helps Himself’: this is applicable both to persons and nations. In the latter case it means: God helps the nation that helps itself, that is willing to summon up its will to remedy its own situation. So this is the current Western condition, we have to help ourselves before we can aspire to hegemonic status. There’s no use complaining about the wrongs we have suffered; we must help ourselves! No one will help us taking that first step toward grandeur.

Q: So you are god leading the West to greatness...?

A: God with a lower case ‘g,’ yeah, that’s me. We’re walking on a golden road led by me. It was Destiny that brought me here. I will reshape the world in my image. I’m the sun and the stars, the earth and the wind, the fire and the air, and the emptiness encapsulating them all, the shûnyatâ... I am the Aesir gods, the Olympian gods, the Celtic gods... just look at the heavens, and I’m there. Listen to the wind whispering in the woods; I’m there, I’m in it; I am that ever-present immanence. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end. I am the one who was, who is and who is to come; I am that I am, from everlasting to everlasting. I am wholeness and holiness, health and healing, life and love and joy forever.

Q: I hear you.

A: I’m the hero of the new age; a myth, not a man; energy, not matter. I am total man, absolute man, responsible man, vîra, Sonnenmensch. An avatar, an expression of the Aryan collective unconscious – the personification of man, the glorious embodiment of mankind, the incorporation of an eternal archetype. A space-age spiritual superman. A numen, a power, a living god. Faustian Messiah and Palearctic Preacher, the last court of appeal of metaphysics, now and forever. A chosen one. An alchemically changed man, having gone from nothing to something, from lead to gold by wanting it, transfiguring himself with willpower and vision.

Q: Interesting. We will now move to more tangible subjects. So I say: what’s your societal ideal? How will a Steeler society look like?

A: I’m the inaugurator of a holistic society – a traditionally footed society having initiation and division of labor; not like a materialistic society, like the current one, having class struggle as a lodestar. Initiation means to be led by masters, magicians and psychics in contact with extraterrestrial and cosmic forces. We’re creating a new man, we’re helping him to be realized: Homo Noeticus, the spiritual, holistic man of the future, a man possessing paranormal abilities. Magician Man, Total Man. -- We're spiritualism fighting materialism. And I guess the final battle is soon about to be fought.

Q: How will the war be fought then?

A: With intuition. With instinct, clairvoyance, divination; with ESP, feeling, foreknowledge, inspiration, premonition. With presentiment, innate knowledge, second sight, sixth sense. It will be fought with divine madness and possession; with inebriation and inspiration. It will be a spirit war, a magic war. The essence of the war will be psychic – for this, the coming war, is but an aspect of the ever ongoing frequency war we’re already in.

Q: They call you arrogant.

A: That I am. I’m unleashing a storm of energy, arrogance, self-pride, ardor, zest and vigor over the lands.

Q: Who are you, actually?

A: I am spirit, not matter... a shaman, not a clerk...

Q: You speak about tradition and the need for it – traditional patterns, traditional values et cetera. But isn’t change the defining character of the universe?

A: No. Things change, but according to eternal patterns. ‘Omnia mutantur, nihil interit’: everything changes, nothing perishes...

Q. What number can the universe be summed up in?

A. One. In line with the perennial strain of oneness, unanimity, wholeness, accord, concord – of harmony, identity, integrity, sameness, singularity – of uniformity, union, unity. In one word: Unus Mundus.

Q: What’s the ideal for 21st century man?

A: To be pious, saintly, devout, sanctimonious... to be devoted, reverent, sacred, priestly.

Q: On what grounds do you state that?

A: On the grounds of being the top Faustian preacher, revivalist and evangelist. The leading missionary, evangelizer, seer, auspex, augur, clairvoyant – the leading diviner, forecaster, magus, medium, oracle, predictor – the leading prophesier, reader, soothsayer... I see things in my dreams, I see them in my waking hours. I reveal; my word is divination, revelation, manifestation... I’m a perfected master, an accomplished soul, free from samsâra. I’m a Superman, a Man-God, Total-Man, Magician-Man. I’m in contact with Being, with Sein; I’m not just something something Seiendes. I see the eidos unmediated, direct, without the encumbrance of the material objects.

Q: Then you are god...!

A: I told you so... I’m spiritual, divine, sacred, devotional, holy – asomatous, nonphysical, rarefied, refined, supernal; I’m coming from on high, I’m ethereal, I’m celestial... I’m out of this world, having come to affect this world.

Q: OK.

A: So I say: believe in God: spera in deo. Have no fear, just believe. If you believe, anything is possible. – ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind, and your neighbor as thyself.’ – And, ‘Help yourself, then God will also help you; believe in yourself, then God will also believe in you.’ – Men who are created by God should live in accordance with the will of the Almighty. You can’t do anything unless your will and vision are in harmony with the nature of God.

Q: OK.

A: As the poet said: “I am the Holy Flame, burning all materialism to ashes..." I'm melting the glacier of nihilism...

Q: OK. Do you have any parting words for my readers?

A: I do... It’s about matters of the heart, which I haven’t mentioned yet. But I’d say, listen to your heart – the heart chakra is a stargate, a portal of compassion leading to astral realms. So stay in your heart. As they said in Metropolis: ‘the mediator between head and hand must be heart’...




Related
Part I of the Interview
Target: Mars
Ernst Jünger -- A Portrait (2014)
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Painting by Robert Svensson