Song-by-Song Continued
I've only got three more songs to critique: "Voiled Karletus," "True Passage," and "Il Mystero del Tempo." I've tried to be brutally honest and objective, and I've attempted to tone down my uncontrollable squeeing fangirliness. Actually, I'd be finished already, but I'm trying to find the literature on Parc Stic and the Temple of the Holy Swarm that Barry sent me a few years back. If memory serves, he mentions something being "voiled" in that essay and I'd like to reference that part of it in my review of "Voiled Karletus."
During my search for the Parc Stic info, I came across some of the letters B and I initially exchanged where he's still talking about Alexander Leviticus Stick as a separate entity and I'm trying my best to catch him in his web of illusion, thus outing him as Brother Stick. Oh, those were the good ole day. Yessirreebobtrail.
There's a chance that velvetsteel may accompany Aunt Tudi and me to England in April. I told her, the more the merrier. Wouldn't it be a hoot if I went to visit Barry surrounded by a the population of a large town? We could stand on stools in order to see each other over the throng and either yell at each other or use walkie-talkies to carry on a conversation.
I don't think he'd appreciate that though. In fact, he may be downright offended. And I don't want to do that. I want to remain in B's good graces.
There's something that's distressing me no end: I've lost my Prodigy "Fat of the Land" CD! At this exact moment in time, I could really go for a Prodigy fix. I guess I'll have to watch Event Horizon and groove to "Funky Shit," which is played during the end-credits. Damn! I can't believe I've lost that CD. I really want to listen to "Narayan" right now.
AH! I found the literature on the Temple of the Holy Swarm, but there's no mention of anything voiled. I must have just hallucinated it. Now that I found the Swarm info, I've saved it on my computer where it will never be lost again Goddess Willing. I'm also posting it here.
What's about to follow is the history of the Temple of the Holy Swarm and an excerpt from a sermon given by Meninges Stick. All of this erupted from that big brain of Barry's.
Temple of the Holy Swarm Founded by Meninges Stick the 25th Lord of the Stic Valley and master of Parc Stic (qv) the Temple of the Holy Swarm is a monotheistic religion wherein God is seen as manifested through large amounts of (preferably small) things- bacteria, flocks, viruses and yeast are all reverenced (and some adherents have claimed the computer virus as another legitimately holy phenomena, although this is controversial). The rituals of the Temple include ritual chastisement with the ‘Meat Hammer of Righteousness’, daily raking of gravel (on the Pathway to the Lord), a diet of fish and fish-by-products (an attempt to wipe out this entire category of creatures whose malign hypnotic influence, the Temple insists, is the chief obstacle to life of spiritual rigour), and the ceremonial use of Toast as a sacramental offering.
Other features include a unusual use of the english language when referring to matters religious (see example below),
The Temple had a brief flowering in the United States with the foundation of Stick-Basin Alabama- a religious community which was dissolved after a series of financial and sexual scandals chiefest of which was the marriage of Meninges to the 14 year old heiress Oitio Mazuhiro (of the Mazuhiro-Yektion hi-tech empire). It was, however, Oitio’s inheritance which allowed Stick’s stunning ‘robotic replenishment’ of the grounds. The most radical landscape intervention since the Parc was laid out by Leviticus Stick over 500 years earlier, and owing something to the automata and sound-producing features of Italian Renaissance gardens, Meninge’s many designs included ‘the Steely Parterre with Fidgeting- Stamen and Head-on-a-Pole’, ‘the Singing Rocks’ (site and means of Meninge’s suicide shortly after the works were completed) and ‘the Grotto of the Hypnotising Fish’. All of which, it need hardly be pointed out, were symbolic of the various doctrines of the Temple.
Excerpt from a sermon given by Meninges Stick at Stick Basin, Alabama:
‘Brothers and Sisters, don’t you know the Rat-Basin of the Lord is filled to overflowing? The Howling of the Lord is soon to come. On that day of Shag-Nasty and Veal Wreckage, that day of Cake-Burying when each of us will taste the bitter Polish resin of the Lord’s displeasure, we will know the Engines of the Lord with Bowel-Knowledge; with Axiom Terror; with Fizzing and with Stricture.
The Lord is not hedged or whimpered; He is not streamed or underpinned
He will pour through your grimblings and mawkings like a Diesel Shed.
He will come amongst you like a Bone Shovel; like a Mantis; like a BirdHammer.
Who will stand aloft when he doth pronounce Mauve Creole?
Who will rake the gravel around the Storm-Drain of His displeasure?
Who will withstand the onslaught of His glaciation?
The EndGame judderings of His Stacked Pronouncements?
Slack brothers, bendable sisters reach into the gunwales of your being and howl
The mightiest hymns of Fact..
Cut into the necks of the sorry Shit-Badgers of your refusal:
Do you want Root Advantage? Salad Possession? Shadow Muscle ?
Active Pick-ups and Jelly-Magic?’
Okay. I guess I'll finish up the song-by-song tomorrow. Then I'll email it to Barry and ask him to provide for me the lyrics to Haunted Box. I already have lyrics for Cormorant and Stic Basin. And I have an idea on how I want to present the album lyrics on the newly refurbished site. I see more work in the not-so-distant future.
During my search for the Parc Stic info, I came across some of the letters B and I initially exchanged where he's still talking about Alexander Leviticus Stick as a separate entity and I'm trying my best to catch him in his web of illusion, thus outing him as Brother Stick. Oh, those were the good ole day. Yessirreebobtrail.
There's a chance that velvetsteel may accompany Aunt Tudi and me to England in April. I told her, the more the merrier. Wouldn't it be a hoot if I went to visit Barry surrounded by a the population of a large town? We could stand on stools in order to see each other over the throng and either yell at each other or use walkie-talkies to carry on a conversation.
I don't think he'd appreciate that though. In fact, he may be downright offended. And I don't want to do that. I want to remain in B's good graces.
There's something that's distressing me no end: I've lost my Prodigy "Fat of the Land" CD! At this exact moment in time, I could really go for a Prodigy fix. I guess I'll have to watch Event Horizon and groove to "Funky Shit," which is played during the end-credits. Damn! I can't believe I've lost that CD. I really want to listen to "Narayan" right now.
AH! I found the literature on the Temple of the Holy Swarm, but there's no mention of anything voiled. I must have just hallucinated it. Now that I found the Swarm info, I've saved it on my computer where it will never be lost again Goddess Willing. I'm also posting it here.
What's about to follow is the history of the Temple of the Holy Swarm and an excerpt from a sermon given by Meninges Stick. All of this erupted from that big brain of Barry's.
Temple of the Holy Swarm Founded by Meninges Stick the 25th Lord of the Stic Valley and master of Parc Stic (qv) the Temple of the Holy Swarm is a monotheistic religion wherein God is seen as manifested through large amounts of (preferably small) things- bacteria, flocks, viruses and yeast are all reverenced (and some adherents have claimed the computer virus as another legitimately holy phenomena, although this is controversial). The rituals of the Temple include ritual chastisement with the ‘Meat Hammer of Righteousness’, daily raking of gravel (on the Pathway to the Lord), a diet of fish and fish-by-products (an attempt to wipe out this entire category of creatures whose malign hypnotic influence, the Temple insists, is the chief obstacle to life of spiritual rigour), and the ceremonial use of Toast as a sacramental offering.
Other features include a unusual use of the english language when referring to matters religious (see example below),
The Temple had a brief flowering in the United States with the foundation of Stick-Basin Alabama- a religious community which was dissolved after a series of financial and sexual scandals chiefest of which was the marriage of Meninges to the 14 year old heiress Oitio Mazuhiro (of the Mazuhiro-Yektion hi-tech empire). It was, however, Oitio’s inheritance which allowed Stick’s stunning ‘robotic replenishment’ of the grounds. The most radical landscape intervention since the Parc was laid out by Leviticus Stick over 500 years earlier, and owing something to the automata and sound-producing features of Italian Renaissance gardens, Meninge’s many designs included ‘the Steely Parterre with Fidgeting- Stamen and Head-on-a-Pole’, ‘the Singing Rocks’ (site and means of Meninge’s suicide shortly after the works were completed) and ‘the Grotto of the Hypnotising Fish’. All of which, it need hardly be pointed out, were symbolic of the various doctrines of the Temple.
Excerpt from a sermon given by Meninges Stick at Stick Basin, Alabama:
‘Brothers and Sisters, don’t you know the Rat-Basin of the Lord is filled to overflowing? The Howling of the Lord is soon to come. On that day of Shag-Nasty and Veal Wreckage, that day of Cake-Burying when each of us will taste the bitter Polish resin of the Lord’s displeasure, we will know the Engines of the Lord with Bowel-Knowledge; with Axiom Terror; with Fizzing and with Stricture.
The Lord is not hedged or whimpered; He is not streamed or underpinned
He will pour through your grimblings and mawkings like a Diesel Shed.
He will come amongst you like a Bone Shovel; like a Mantis; like a BirdHammer.
Who will stand aloft when he doth pronounce Mauve Creole?
Who will rake the gravel around the Storm-Drain of His displeasure?
Who will withstand the onslaught of His glaciation?
The EndGame judderings of His Stacked Pronouncements?
Slack brothers, bendable sisters reach into the gunwales of your being and howl
The mightiest hymns of Fact..
Cut into the necks of the sorry Shit-Badgers of your refusal:
Do you want Root Advantage? Salad Possession? Shadow Muscle ?
Active Pick-ups and Jelly-Magic?’
Okay. I guess I'll finish up the song-by-song tomorrow. Then I'll email it to Barry and ask him to provide for me the lyrics to Haunted Box. I already have lyrics for Cormorant and Stic Basin. And I have an idea on how I want to present the album lyrics on the newly refurbished site. I see more work in the not-so-distant future.