May is Zombie Appreciation Month – 2012

It makes a lot of sense.  The young do not buy into the Christian myth that Constantine created 1700 years ago to lead his troops into battle against the whole world, the non-Christian world.  The Roman Empire’s war against nature, the adoption of a numeric calendar for the army over a lunar calendar for crops is one clue of that.  

It makes sense in the last century or two that Christianity’s decline in Europe and North America parallels the letdown myth, even-ing out myth with zombies to offset the Constantinian delusion about himself as God the Father and his murdered son Crispus rising from the dead.That old man-made Emperor created myth has kinda outlived the spec script, jumped the shark so to speak.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zombie

A zombie (Haitian Creole: zonbi; North Mbundu: nzumbe) is an animated corpse brought back to life by mystical means, such as witchcraft. The term is often figuratively applied to describe a hypnotized person bereft of consciousness and self-awareness, yet ambulant and able to respond to surrounding stimuli. Since the late 19th century, zombies have acquired notable popularity, especially in North American and European folklore.

Zombies are the logical offset of a dying religion myth. God surrounds you in May. Only the Roman Empire types can’t see nature in May and have to kill Jesus one more time on an altar and drink his blood one more time…and of course be saved one more time yadda, yadda, yadda.

May is the perfect month in the northern hemisphere to illustrate the end of the fear of death, fear of hell, fear of living caught in a delusional “Christian nation” tortured myth and against the free will challenge to live a life without zombies myths and zombie keepers.  Park your brains at the door I believe is the status of all the good faithful of Benedict XVI’s cult church amidst the present ruins of Christianity.

  

May is when nature comes alive after winter.


Belief in zombies is a realisitic belief in what happens physically after death. The spiritual thing has always been a different can of beans for tens of thousands of years in the human culture. In a way zombies are a symbolic step to let go of the present culture myths and embrace whatever turns you on.


The ghost stories of Jesus, the zombie thing, is a perfect match and offset to the power and beauty of the Lord Creator of Nature with a capital “N”.

There is a God and he/she/it is Nature!

Dance!


Enjoy the living flow of nature.

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Secular Saint - William Blake

To see a world in a Grain of Sand,
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

I am not certain what to say about William Blake as poet, painter, engraver and printmaker. He was in his own league in his lifetime 1757-1827, with idiosyncratic views, on everything from nature to religion. His lack of formal education did not stop his self-education from reading all his life. From a long line of dissenters, he was for the most part pro-bible and anti-Church of England.

It is perhaps because he did not have a formal educated cookie cutter view of the world, that he was able to expand and populate his own personal universe with things of his own importance – interpretation of the classics, religion, words and art.

I periodically run into him in an arts section of a newspaper announcing this or that exhibit. You are always bound to see a new picture book published of his curious etchings and then there is his poetry for which his fame truly lives on.

He seems to have one foot in the past. His etchings were thought by many to be old fashioned, same as those of his original teacher under whom he was an apprentice. He made a fairly good living for most of the stretch of his life. You would perhaps have to classify him as rising but modest middle class in that aristocratic hierarchy of British Pre-Victorian importance and view of the day.

He does not quite fit in with the Romanticism of the time. Though he lived as a contemporary of the Enlightenment, he no doubt had strong pro views on the American and French Revolutions, his opinions remained in the background of classical themes. His real world, lived most of his life, in a stinking crowded ever-growing London.

As I child he learned to draw from stone and plaster classical statues as subject matter. In fact, looking at some of his later works I see a movement and flow that rises right up out of classical scenes not unlike the friezes of the Parthenon that he would not have been familiar with.

What holds the body of Blake’s work together is his view of the world and no one else’s view. What he saw as a child, aged ten, in light reflecting in a tree were perhaps angels as he claimed or the delusions of a child in full imagination of self within his own small secure turf, a private piece of the universe. The words of his poetry or his religious beliefs are condiments like salt and pepper that flavor all the rest of the world’s basic parts of belief and language.

I see some of his art works as being ultra-modern or even having a strong touch of Art-Deco in them from the early twentieth century. He surely captured the classical theme and also too with his spin of Biblical and Christian myth. The experts are still dissecting and reconstructing their own spin on the spins of this or that decade ever since his demise. They did not give him much recognition in his lifetime. His fame is born of human hindsight. That and the commodity equation of the value of his works.

He left no diaries. His biographers dig through public records and pinpoint him on a historical timeline for a few brief seconds out of every year he lived. The rest is speculation, conjecture and third party gossip. Such is life. He lived grandly of mind within the realm of his life and only shards of that full life of an artist remain alive in the energy and forms of surviving work.

Because he disliked and distrusted religious dogma and stuck with a kind of cultural Christian adherence on the fringes of that once great religion, I dub him as a Secular Saint in the This Cultural Christian’s Hall of Fame.





The words to his poem Jerusalem are part the unofficial national anthem of England sung at many sporting events.