10.11.18: Is The Art Orchestrating All This?


“Rome falls nine times an hour”
–Terence McKenna


I was not planning to write something today, but then I just said to myself, “Self, write something today.”

Here, as foreshadowed, is a link to my interview with Syfy.com about my experiences working for Marvel Comics & writing “The Punisher”. Bonus points if you picture Joe Pesci reading all my lines.

But seriously, the interviewer decided to just run large blocks of my spoken answers verbatim, preserving my speech pattern. So it really starts to sound like an old-time mobster or hitman or professional wrestler ruminating about “the business” over a whiskey; which I quite like.


USA Today, a theoretical news source, wants to know: do YOU think that’s a skull in the center of Hurricane Michael?


I will give you a few actual quotes from the article, as to spare you from the pop-up/auto-play horror that is their website:

“In a sort of Rorschach test for weather forecasters, some saw the image of a skull at the center of the now-Category 4 hurricane, which has sustained winds of nearly 130 mph as of early Wednesday.”

Because legitimate weather forecasters now base their predictions on medieval augurs.

And the article, which is not a joke article, goes on to show “evidence” that perceived skull images have a correlation with particularly bad hurricanes.

Now: I have no problem with divining augurs and seeing resonances in things (I do so, at least half-seriously, all the time). But this is USA Today, which also recently, I believe, ran an editorial from Donald J. Trump on some topic or another. Does the regular audience for USA Today need to get any more paranoid and irrational by making them see skulls in the middle of hurricanes?

The article closes thusly:

“Twelve hours later at about 8:30 p.m. ET, the skull had morphed into a sort of smirking smiley face. Or maybe you see something else in the satellite’s blots.”



Speaking of medieval times, 53-year-old jousting reenactor Peter Barclay recently died while attempting to spear a paper plate. Barclay, also known as Master Terafan Greydragon, had his lance hit the ground—where it flipped, and fatally stabbed him in the chest.

Barclay’s brother is the president of the Society for Creative Anachronism.


I do want to leave you with some psycho-babbly to think about; or else, how would taking this momentary periodic pitstop into my mind be really worth your time?

Do attractions, affairs, infatuations—in some perverse way—only really exist to provide inspiration for the art? The art, the thoughtforms, which are “eternal.”

An affair produces a love song, a pop hit that soon is everywhere, and lasts for decades as a classic—it outlasts the relationship, it outlasts the emotions & even “genuine” memories.

(And this doesn’t even have to be romantic in nature; reference Dracula author Bram Stoker & actor Sir Henry Irving.)

I think a type of memory—a thoughtform—does survive in the ether. But it may or may not survive in the “real” form, the original form.

Is the myth, the delusion, necessary to create the art? And to create things beyond art?

Is the Art (movies, culture, and so forth) orchestrating all this??? To create itself???


And now for Beck.

Have a good Thursday.