The Soundtrack of Our Lives – Broken Imaginary Time: A Requiem to Civilization
The civilization of the modern West appears in history as a veritable anomaly: among all those which are known to us more or less completely, this civilization is the only one that has developed along purely material lines, and this monstrous development, whose beginning coincedes with the so-called Renaissance, has been accompanied, as indeed it was fated to be, by a corresponding intellectual regress.
René Guénon, East and West (1924)
I am what I listen to– but what to listen to in times of Corona? Maybe it should be the easy and obvious parameters of something gloomy, something dark to soundtrack this surreal episode in a modern history that had installed ‘normalcy’ as a new and obviously fragile concept. But just nothing seems to satisfy the intellect. For all but the hopeless delusionists celebrating spring and life in their jams no matter what, the new reality triggers a natural selection of what you unleash on your soul and senses, a mental chain reaction that causes many of the songs you loved to fall over like dominoes.
The songs of pure introspection fall first, and with them all the iconic names and connotations. Songs obsessed with the individual psyche and sentiments show their insufficiency and deficiency more than ever in the new abnormal, the stiff and childish gush of words of the so-called psychologists, poorly illuminated simple anecdotes that never explored an unknown area of the mind, never discovered even the smallest forgotten corner of a passion.
Then fall the supposedly more demanding and apocalyptic songs, which are covered with the gloss of sophistication and mysticism, but which always remain so vague that it almost looks like charlatanism. A Hard Rain Is Gonna Fall– and then Bob, what happens after stating the obvious? Dylan, the exceptional receiver, who always seems to be caught in the frequencies of prophecy, only able to bring them into a poetic, but not spiritual form.
In the background we hear the ever sexual Jim Morrisson singing about The End– under the influence of Greek mythological potency pills he wants to impregnate his words with meaning, and starts spinning a yarn of incomprehensible gibberish under the pretence of “soul-talk”: grasshoppers, the blue bus, killing his father, fucking his mother- if only he had stuck with Baudelaire.
Indeed, more than ever it is the time of instrumentals and avantgarde for people like me, it allows you to flow and construct freely and without a corset of thoughts and interpretations, without giving much direction. But it also inevitably reaches the limits of every freedom: the ancestral lines of every thought hover in the seduction of free form, a defect that ultimately leads to deconstruction. The free form, open to interpretation, is what the recipient does to it: democratic, arbitrary, and unsatisfactory.
The perfect form would be a naturalistic spiritualism which follows deep-rooted traces and at the same time paves a new path that runs parallely, a naturalism that reaches this world and the hereafter. Only Dostoevsky came close to this satisfying form in his entirety and overall art, otherwise these gems generally exist in a rare and isolated form. The Soundtrack of Our Lives‘ “Broken Imaginary Time” is one of them, a simple and sublime requiem to civilization which is not just rooted in the wordly.
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Panic, fear, social distancing, quarantine, lockdowns, strangely technical draconic measures flanked by a medial, political & scientific cacophony– we are witnessing the confused dance of a doomed civilization, running in multiple directions like headless hens. Societies that clumsily emulated the ant and bee colonies, but could only build highly broken and imperfect versions of these succesful systems which are based unconditional submission and on not fearing death. Beyond all that cacophony and scientific evaluation- be it medical, psychological, economical, political, sociological… – if one thing can be observated with clarity right now, then it is the comprehensive visibility of the phantom thread from which our modern civilization is woven, and the doomed dance into ruin of that civilization, headed by the Far West: America.
“It’s the end of a broken imaginary time / It didn’t stay long / Your famous superficial golden tan”
The noun civilization was first used by the economists of the years which immediately preceded the French Revolution, it’s a young word and concept that didn’t find it’s way into dictionaries before 1835. But no matter how abnormal this civilization is, and how little sense any nostalgia makes in it due to its juvenile nature, it nevertheless claimed to be regarded as THE civilization par excellence, even the only one that deserves the name. Written almost 100 years ago, in his masterpiece East and West (1924) René Guénon gets to the core of Western thought:
„What does the truth matter in a world whose aspirations, being solely material and sentimental and not intellectual, find complete satisfaction in industry and morality, two spheres where indeed one can well do without conceiving the truth? /…/ Indeed, materialism and sentimentality, far from being in opposition, can scarcely exist one without the other, and they both attain side by side to their maximum development; the proof of it lies in America, where the worst pseudo-mystical extravagances come to birth and spread with incredible ease at the very time when industrialism and the passion for ‘business’ are being carried to a pitch that borders on madness”.
Broken Imaginary Time is very likely one most spiritual compositions you will ever hear, and it’s beauty lies in its simplicity, which uses the few words of a truth not instrumentalized for a reason, and reaches true intellectuality by including the superordinate and metaphysical. It is not sentimental hope. It is not the typical evangelical blurb about universal salvation through apocalypse and its psychopathic conclusion to therefore force apocalypse and work towards it. It is not another vague, pseudo-mystical spirituality of the new age, based on the rejection of one’s own irrelevance and punishment, a false castle built with many new roman-greek words, words like “tradition”, which derives from ‘tradere’, the latin word for trading. You need to know almost nothing else to recognize where this civilization’s journey is going, and how it was determined to go there. But, “unfortunately, being own to the Europeans is that they cannot easily find things that are not modeled after the usual manner of the Greeks and Romans, which they took as patterns”, Germany’s greatest poet and thinker Johann Wolfgang Goethe concluded.
“When It comes down to dust / You’re such a lightweight after all / You’re such a nobody at all”
Intentionally or not, the album cover reflects Broken Imaginary Time‘s naturalistic spiritualism: here we do not see the band as icons and not as monkeys of any kind, but rather in death masks equalizing almost all features. A much needed reminder of that death will get us all, a fact that the materialist and sentimentalist cannot accept. The album cover is at the same time as a visualization of the Abrahamic concept that is to be found in all three continious religious books: Human is made of clay. And indeed, science comes to agree on this theory, which easily includes subordinate scientific achievements such as the theory of evolution- just not as that “what holds the earth together in its innermost elements“, as Goethe’s Faust immortalized the eternal search.
Like the inflationary evoked concept of ‘democracy’, a subordinate thesis and instruction can and should be one of several foundations, but not the sole scaffold and enchantment of a society and its knowledge. Deprived of an overarching concept and entity, democracy was often used and abused to serve depravity, it was made responsible for many invasions and crimes under the disguise of exporting it to the “uncivilized, barbaric world”, which is another trait of globalism. But the spiritual and intellectual value of a singular foundation, which is primarily based on individuality and the freedom to vote equals to: near zero. However, the risk of confusion, chaos, and implosion lies simultaneously on the other end of the scale, the end we are collectively inhabiting currently.
Broken Imaginary Time ends with the typical American cacophony that tires us for so long now, that of a perpetual excitement and indignation superficialized as ongoing broadcast nobody had asked for. Only the last words of we do comprehend over the pastoral organ sound: “bombs” and “of mice and men”.
You’re such a lightweight after all.
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It was the great American galleys transported to our continent. It was the immense, the profound, the incommensurable peasantry of the financier and the parvenu, beaming, like a pitiful sun, upon the idolatrous town which wallowed on the ground the while it uttered impure psalms before the impious tabernacle of banks.”Well, then, society, crash to ruin! Die, aged world!” cried Des Esseintes
Joris-Karl Huysmans, À rebours (1884)
by Saliha Enzenauer
“Broken Imaginary Time” is from The Soundtrack of Our Lives’ third album Behind the Music (2001)
Amazing article, what a great read. So thought provoking and focused. Congratulations!
Excellent 👌
Hi Octavio, thank you so much for taking the time to post a thoughtful comment on my article, I appreciate that my friend. Shawn’s awesome curations and recommendations certainly work in the most difficult times since they’re nourishing & demanding, especially Tony Conrad hit the mark with me.
Very interesting Camus quote, but I would throw in that it seems to outdate with the role of religion further digressing (or degenerating) in the West.
“many masks are being removed” that is one of the few delicious sources of observance right now, although I cannot help myself but point at the absurdity that the masks are being removed while simultaneously we are collectively starting to wear masks. Oh, the ridicule and irony!
This is fantastic on so many levels. I’d buy every book you write.
Thank you
Amazing article, I feel like it’s putting all the things in words that I often felt, but could never express. In wonderful words! I admire your work.
Thank you
Where to start?…
Prodigious article, Saliha. Congratulations !
First, I get your point about “dark and gloomy” music. Strangely, those songs aren’t working at the moment. Currently, I am much more attracted to abstract genres – ambient, shoegaze, drone, minimal techno, etc. Many of Shawn’s recent recommendations are goldmines for these times.
René Guénon wasn’t wrong. Millionaire businessmen and materialists are suffering from severe withdrawal syndromes. Luxurious clothing stores, elitist clubs and extravagant restaurants where those people unfolded the “air of superiority”, are currently closed.
More than ever, the digital age and extended confinement are awakening the inner world of people. Personalities, trends and ways of thinking are coming out- many masks are being removed.
The cover art of the album immediately caught my attention, it’s beautiful and disturbing at the same time. The lyrics of the song have a total synchronicity with everything you analyzed in the text. It all reminded me about one quote of Albert Camus´ “The Plague”:
“In the early days, when they thought this epidemic was much like other epidemics, religion held its ground. But once these people realized their instant peril, they gave their thoughts to pleasure. And all the hideous fears that stamp their faces in the daytime are transformed in the fiery, dusty nightfall into a sort of hectic exaltation, an unkempt freedom fevering in their blood.”
Besides, I agree with Mark, “Brothers Karamazov” is the greatest novel of the 19th century, and this is where Dostoievski captured an unseen form of spirituality.
Finally, your article is a wonderful dive into art, politics and society. This is what makes Vinyl Writers an outstanding website, an elixir for readers around the world.
Octavio,
That quote you shared about epidemics from Albert Camus’ The Plague is a perfect parallel to the current coronavirus crisis. My favorite Camus is his most autobiographical Happy Death and his collection of short stories Exile and the Kingdom. I’m amazed Brothers Karamazov had a powerful, profound effect upon you too. The conversations between the characters Ivan and Alyosha are complex, disturbing, philosophical, provocative, and timeless.
It´s absolutely real, Mark. “The Plague” started to resonate with me on these particular days. Great picks !. I need to re-read his collection of short stories.
“Brothers Karamazov” is a masterpiece. Agree, the conversations between the brothers are mind-blowing. I admire the way in which Dostoyevski scrutinizes on their thoughts, strengths and weaknesses…
Faust (Goethe) is one of my favorites in its, as you said, “eternal search” for “what holds the earth together in its innermost elements.” Goethe was, indeed, one of Germany’s most perceptive poets and sophisticated thinkers.
It is the most amazing and universal book ever written for me, unparalleled. Faust indeed is ‘everything’. It is still astonishing to me that it is a poème en prose, such a work entirely in verses and rhymes. What a masterpiece
Also agree that “America” (United States) is the apotheosis of all the excesses of economic exploitation, globalist imperialism, and materialism.
Saliha,
My interests and studies in literature and philosophy make your essay engaging, fascinating, and intellectually intriguing for me because you examine multiple layers in the history of Western thought. Your analysis of art, music, politics, society contains depth and detail through its discussion of Goethe (he is correct in his assessment that European “civilization” for centuries was an imitation of ancient Greek and Roman culture), Dostoevsky (I agree with you that he was one of the few writers to achieve what you describe as “naturalistic spiritualism”, especially in his masterpiece Brothers Karamazov, in my opinion the greatest novel of the 19th century), René Guénon’s East and West (his critique of capitalism, consumerism, industrialization in the 1920s), and the character Des Esseintes in À rebours (“Against the Grain” or “Against Nature”) and his disillusion with the “modern” in 1884.
This essay asks important questions and is a thought provoking read.
Thank you for your comments, and I’m flattered that you liked the article. When I was 15, I spent my money on a beautiful leather-bound edition of Dostojevski’s complete works with over 20 volumes. That was one of my best investions, I cannot tell you how often I have read through them all, and how profound the effect on me was.
A fantastic and very stimulating article, congratulations!
I also laughed out loud once, think I’ve never read a better description of Jim Morrison “Under the influence of Greek mythological pills he wants to impregnate his words with meaning”
Brilliant!!
I actually like Morrison, but truth had to be told…
Beautiful song and – WOW.
Although the The Soundtrack of Our Lives – Broken Imaginary Time: A Requiem to Civilization is somewhat new to me, your unpacking of its insights is nothing short of brilliant. Weaved deep within the fabric of so-called Western Culture is a very unnatural and inhuman expression of a society. Rene Guenon made our hearts stop by expressing what so many feel in his The Crisis of the Modern World, a “civilization that recognizes no higher principle, but is in reality based only on a negation of principles, is by this very fact ruled out from all mutual understanding with other civilizations”. And you already know the result. A constant and unending conflict with other societies and within itself for all that the “abnormal and perverted civilization” can not find within its pursuit of the material. Thank you for this.
Thank you – he truly made our hearts stop, a revelation… I think it’s important to mention the sentimental along the material, since critisizing materialism got somewhat fashionable, but the two things cannot exist without each other, nurture each other. So for me, the critique of sentimentalism was the true revelation here, one that I always felt, but that I never saw laid down so perfectly. The “negation of principles”- don’t we always come back to the one historical negation and deception? And isn’t it Mephisto in Faust that says: “I am the spirit that negates. And rightly so, for all that comes to be. Deserves to perish wretchedly; ‘Twere better nothing would begin.” Goethe certainly knew.
Mindblowing. I have to read this over and over to fully understand, what a source this article is.
Extraordinary.