Mr. Tea

Let's Talk About Ceps
right - the earth is finite. Hell which lies beneath it is eternal.

both are below, and below is darkness

the finite darkness of the earth and beyond it the infinite darkness of the abyss

I like the Greek idea of Tartarus, an extra hell bellow Hell. Reserved for those who dissed the gods, I believe.

(Or Dis'd them even, lol.)
 

version

Well-known member
That looks v detailed on a quick skim, but I want to know *what happened*.

I can't even picture what's supposed to happen. Would it just look like a bloke in robes with his eyes closed or is there a physical component?
 

DannyL

Wild Horses
I can't even picture what's supposed to happen. Would it just look like a bloke in robes with his eyes closed or is there a physical component?

That would be pretty boring, no? The only thing I didn't like about his account was it was very "astral" i.e. taking place in the realm of the imaginary/visionary. Bit disembodied which is a failing of lots of old school/trad Western magick stuff. I'm no expert at all with Typhonian material - what Grant's work is called - but ideally any results would shed light on whatever-it-is you're working with and illuminate you in a new surprising way. I have a leaf through Linda Falario's Shadow Tarot last night and she mentions various "results", synchronicities, whatever you wanna call them - a friend getting a role in a George Romero film, lots of astrology clients, and bringing home a hermaphrodite cat amongst some of them!
 

version

Well-known member
I quickly get lost with that sort of thing as I know next to nothing about it. A bunch of the names and terms he was using in the blog went right over my head.
 

martin

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There was a BBC documentary back in the early '90s about a huge community of people living in the sewers in Russia. There were some political dissidents, punks, heroin addicts and two nerds having a Satanist marriage ceremony down there. No Mayan squid-bats, though.

Didn't early Christian doctrine teach that Hell was literally in the Earth's core? Interestingly, St Brendan of Ireland sailed past Hell rather than katabasing (?) down there. According to him, it was a large volcano, with winged demons flying around above the vent. One of his fellow monks had a filthy thought and a demon swooped down, pulled him screaming out of the boat and flew back to drop him into the volcano. The survivors then met Judas Iscariot, stranded on a rock. Perhaps they should have gone to Death Valley to find the Manson Family hiding out, waiting for the race war to blow over.

 

version

Well-known member
the sewage is there for all to see and it both attracts and repels. You can see the same thing at play in celebrity gossip and conspiracy theories, it's gross and repellent but there's a lurking desire to dive in.

Jumping back to the other thing I was mulling over when I made the thread, this puts me in mind of an OPN interview I read around the time of Garden of Delete where he was talking about Julie Kristeva’s Powers Of Horror:

For me her whole thing in Powers Of Horror is that she’s pointing out this amazing thing about society, which is that although we try to constantly cover up the things that we find grotesque – abjection, excrement, our organs, whatever – we tend to put those in a category of morbid things. They don’t really necessarily have a productive place in society and yet we still have this thing that connects us, we still have this fascination with them. The example I always think about is when you blow your nose or sneeze and there’s that moment where you kind of want to look at the napkin or you do – everybody does it. So in a lot of ways for me this record is about that moment where you just look at the napkin and check it out for a second before you throw it in the trash. You’re kind of told in various stages of your life that you shouldn’t do that in different ways, but that primal feeling is who we are, it’s what the universe is, it’s a factor of life, and she just writes so poetically about that, the confusion between this ineffable, deeply expressive state that we’re bound to and this kind of boring one that we fall into line with, and how they kind of play with each other.

https://www.factmag.com/2015/11/12/oneohtrix-point-never-garden-of-delete-interview/

http://users.clas.ufl.edu/burt/touchyfeelingsmaliciousobjects/Kristevapowersofhorrorabjection.pdf
 

poetix

we murder to dissect
I have the feeling that this was actually inspired by that Vice story:

hairless cats prowl the streets
snails desert their shells
black shoots pierce the concrete –
death from below!

swarm under, death!

you will trip up one day
and fall into the underworld
stalagtites and stalagmites
glistening like gristle

you will trip up one day
on your untied laces
and the souls of the damned
will yodel in triumph

the souls of the damned
will pause in their rotation
and sing like schoolchildren
from their microwave ovens

the facts are compelling
they yodel in unison
the souls of schoolchildren
are 90% gristle

in the fatal urinal
where you trail your laces
they sing out from the plugholes
in minatory gurgles

join us! join us!

you will stumble one day
and then we will have you
straight down the piss-chutes
and into the ovens

black vines grasp your ankles
snails schlupp up your trouser-leg
waving their tentacles
sniffing for gristle

down with the stalagtites
up with the stalagmites
in the ghastly quarter-light
of the eternal Reich

the facts are compelling
they swill down the plughole
the souls of the damned
are ineffably lovable
 

luka

Well-known member
One of the funny things about Nick Land is how sometimes he's pastiching a kind of lurid French Symbolist Gothic, werewolves, vampires, oozing pus, grinning death and sometimes it's neuromancer.

Fluctuating between one century and another.

Not that that's got anything to do with Kate Tempest.
 

poetix

we murder to dissect
I'm oddly proud of it. It's puerile and dashed-off, but it has a bit of vim about it. My inner teenager having a laugh.
 
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