Showing posts with label islamic insights. Show all posts
Showing posts with label islamic insights. Show all posts

Thursday, 29 May 2014

Of Muslims and Micro Presses


Danish journalist and explorer Knud Holmboe (1902-1931) must have been an all-round interesting chap. Having travelled widely in the Arab world, Holmboe joined the small trickle of Westerners whose spiritual search led them to embrace Islam. On this one can have many opinions; while a staunch Caninist, Lord Bassington-Bassington has certainly never hid his interest in Islamic spirituality.

And anyway, anyone wearing a Fez in 1920s Copenhagen is an instant hero of His Lordship.

Mr. Holmboe was also a poet, and this side to this interesting gentleman's life leads us into the second part of this post. For a selection of his poems have recently been translated into English by Lord Bassington-Bassington's friend Mads Peder Lau Pedersen and published in an edition by micro press (what other word can there be for something smaller than the small press?) Valentine & Valentine. For aficionados of the weird it will come as no surprise that one of the Valentines of the name is none other than Mark Valentine, accomplished author in his own right.


The collection, entitled Yellowing Leaves and published in 25 copies were of course sold out immediately.
But the pictures above aren't published just to rub the noses of the Chronicles' readers in the fact that Lord Bassington-Bassington has something they don't. Rather, it is to bring to your attention a press so small that it doesn't even have a website. So how does one keep abreast of their limited releases?

Sending an email to Mr. Valentine at ‎markl dot valentine at btinternet dot com might help. Tell him the droopy-eared one sent you.

Friday, 12 October 2012

Personalised or personality-less


Recently, Lord Bassington-Bassington found himself chained outside a cinema in the West End of Oslo. As a consequence, His Lordship had plenty of time to watch workers leave their offices, and reflect on their appearance. And what struck the good Hound was how pervasive the trend of wearing suits without neckwear had become.

This is a bad idea. The reason is that men's business suits tend to be made of dark and, let's face it, rather drab material. The reason for this is, of course, that men prefer to look... well, masculine. And that businessmen prefer to look like… business. This is fine. But it is also why neckwear is so necessary.

For it is through the choice of ties, bows, cravats, pocket handkerchiefs and similar accessories that one injects individuality into the suit. It is the matching of tie and hankie, or the more dapper bow tie that shows your personality through the rather uniform look of the business suit.

Thus, remove the neckwear (and hankie) and you remove the personality.


It is perhaps ironic that it is when you dispense of the tie that you actually achieve the corporate drone or conformist look that you're desperately trying to avoid. It gets even worse when Nordic men try to unbutton the top two or three buttons of their shirts, a look that one needs darker complexions to carry off. A typically pale Nordic chest should, as a rule, never be inflicted on one's fellow citizens.

While Lord Bassington-Bassington is obviously above working, having a job is nothing to be ashamed of (after all, somebody has to take care of certain important matters). Fitting in is no sin either. So embrace the fact that you are wearing a suit by complementing it with accessories that show your personality. And celebrate your gender.



If you don't want to take Lord Bassington-Bassington's word for it, listen to our old friend Major Hoad lecture on the subject.



And if that isn't enough to convince you, here is famed Soho tailor Mark Powell musing on ties:


“I'm all for individuality but not wearing a tie with a suit just isn't cool. People think wearing a suit with an open shirt is somehow anti-uniform. It's not. It's cheesy TV presenter.”

(from this article, which is admittedly rather cheesy too).


There are, however, times when a suit without silken accessories would be acceptable. One example would be if you are a devout Muslim and find yourself praising God at an Islamic holy site. As certain Hadiths proscribe the wearing of silk for men (though like all Islamic teachings they are hotly debated), and Islamic holy sites tend to be located in climes where a woolen tie would simply not work, skipping the tie is perfectly acceptable on such occasions.

Wednesday, 22 February 2012

Fezzy feline


There's been a bit of a Luciferan vibe on the Chronicles lately, and Lord Bassington-Bassington thinks there's time for a bit of balance by plugging an Abrahamic creed instead. So what could be better than a feline in the ultimate Islamic headgear, incidentally also providing proofs that some cats truly match their human companions?


Islamic cat etiquette as demonstrated by Sheik Nazim.


While Muslims tend to have problems with canines, cats hold a special position in Islam, especially within Sufism, as is elucidated in this article.

Thousands of Sufi stories include cats; lovely stories such as shaykh Ashraf's Madrasa cat, which helped the teachers to bring order to the school, even sacrificed itself for the sake of the dervishes-(disciples), or the tale of the Sufi master from Baghdad, Shaykh Abu Bakr al-Shibli (d. 945) who was seen by one of his friends in a dream when he passed away, On being asked what Allah had done to him, he said that he had been granted admission to Paradise, but was asked by Allah if he knew the reason for this blessing. Shaykh Shibli enumerated all his religious duties but none of his acts of piety had saved him. Finally Allah asked him, ‘Do you remember the cold day in Baghdad when it was snowing and you were walking in your coat when you saw a tiny kitten on a wall shivering with cold, and you took it and put it under your warm coat? For the sake of this kitten We have forgiven you.’


Lord Bassington-Bassington feels quite certain that The Gentleman of Providence would have enjoyed this story.

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Headwear explained



Alhamdulillah! The most stylish of headwear is now de-mystified. Thanks to Mr. Huseby for the tip.

But, good heavens, someone's even created a poster with a Basset puppy wearing a fez! Lord Bassington-Bassington needs to take a break now, as his brain is imploding.

Monday, 9 January 2012

Mellow Mullah



(Illustration by Kim Holm).

A few Saturdays ago the evening here at Bassington Manor included a small Tiki party, and as Lord Bassington-Bassington is quite fond of mixing these drinks His Lordship saw fit to create a special one for the occasion. And as Bassington Manor was visited by His Lordship's beloved Mullah the theme of the drink was a given. The Mellow Mullah was born.



This drink is based on the Happy Buddha, but rejiggered to fit better with the teachings of the Seal of the Prophets. Or at least the teachings of the Seal of the Prophets as preached by the Mad Mullah Hastur, the Islamic scholar who, in a daring act of itjihad, declared bacon to be a fruit – and hence quite halal. The good Mullah's fatwas tend to be like that, and that is why His Lordship tries to follow them, well, religiously.

Mellow mullah
12 cl guava nectar
1,5 cl Rose’s Lime Cordial Mixer
Lime juice*
0,75 cl Cointreau
4,5 cl Mount Gay Rum

* Making one's own guava juice might be a bit ambitious (though Lord Bassington-Bassington is planning on trying) and the guava nectars available in colder climates tend to be on the sweet side. To balance this, add a small amount of freshly squeezed lime juice. The drink should be sweet but also tangy and fresh.

Pour all the ingredients into a cocktail shaker filled with ice, shake well and strain into a suitably grotesque Tiki mug packed with ice. Garnish with a sprig of fresh lime and wheel of fresh guava. Enjoy, and reflect on how much better the world would be if more people followed the good Mullah's fatwas.

Friday, 26 August 2011

Neofolk lookbook: Engagement edition

Hans Rosenberg is a Swedish gentleman who has, through his publishing activities, already made an appearance in the Lord Bassington-Bassington Chronicles. But when word reached Lord Bassington-Bassington that this friend had gotten engaged, His Lordship decided that the time was severely overdue for a new neofolk lookbook. For not only is Mr. Rosenberg an all-round superb character, he is also one of Sweden’s snappiest dressers. And as this little lookbook will show, his bride to be is in the same class.



Uniforms look best when one is actually entitled to wear them. And as Mr. Rosenberg is a Home Guard officer, his position certainly carries this privilege.



On the other hand, if one is a charming lady, uniform etiquette is less important.



And while a professing Christian, Mr. Rosenberg – being a sensible fellow – has of course realized that the followers of the Prophet Muhammad has the upper hand when it comes to headgear.



And as with many people interested in neofolk, one can suspect that the couple have seen a Laibach video too many.



Well, there's little more for Lord Bassington-Bassington to say, except to howl a heartfelt congratulation.

Friday, 1 April 2011

Draconian ties



Madder rose is a dye made from the plant Rubia tinctorum (pictured above), and has a rich tradition of providing colour to clothes. It now seems to be making a comeback in menswear, with several gentlemen’s outfitters offering outstandingly beautiful items. But the finest examples of madder-coloured accessories seem to come from Drakes of London.

This particular bow tie is perhaps the most beautiful Lord Bassington-Bassington has ever seen.



While this tie is not far behind.



As is clearly demonstrated by the pictures above, the madder dye seems to work especially well with red colours and paisley patterns, one of the greatest gifts the Orient ever gave the Occident.



And speaking of the Orient and the colour red: As a long-standing admirer of the culture of the Indian subcontinent Lord Bassington-Bassington almost fainted when his lordship laid eyes on this scarf. It is based on an old design retrieved from Drakes' archives and is a tribute to the arts of one of the most interesting civilizations India has ever played host to, namely that of the Islamic Mughal empire.



It even has canines!

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

A most welcome form of Islamisation

While some people obsess about a perceived Islamisation of the west, Lord Bassington-Bassington tends to take a more relaxed stance, focusing on the advantages of being lightly enriched by Muslims.



And a few days ago, His Lordship decided to Islamise his head by ordering his first fez hat. Like any piece of clothing worth owning it has a rich and conflicting history, and we at the Chronicles would like to point our readers’ attention to this interesting treatise on the matter.



As this picture by the remarkable artist Shag clearly shows, the fez is an indispensable part of proper nightlife. But it is also possible to wear a fez in a variety of ways, as demonstrated by this auxiliary member of Slovenian Industrial group Laibach.



In fact, His Lordship can't really think of any outfit that doesn't work with a fez. This will be an interesting autumn indeed.

Sunday, 11 July 2010

Norway - now a civilized country

Now that Norway feels the threat of Islamic terrorism, Lord Bassington-Bassington, who counts a notable convert to Islam amongst his forebears, feels it is proper to keep one's focus on the important things that immigration from Muslim countries have brought to Norway. For most of the challenges that come with such immigration are easily cancelled out by the fact that Norway now has a decent cricket team. Something that Lord Bassington-Bassington dares say would not have happened if it were not for the fact that some Pakistani (and other Asian) chaps decided to bring some sporting civilization to Norway.

So in the spirit of Mr. B's world cup song, The Chronicles bring you a picture of Mr. Mehtab Afsar, captain of the Norwegian cricket team. This picture will surely help steel our readers through the vuvuzela music festival currently happening in South Africa and on TV screens everywhere (Lord Bassington-Bassington has rarely been happier that Bassington Manor does not have a television set).



And what better way to celebrate the heartwarming phenomenon that is Norwegian cricket than listening to The Duckworth Lewis Method's ode to the Pakistani cricket legend Mohammad Javed Miandad Khan?





(Picture stolen from the Facebook page of the Norwegian Cricket Union. Support this splendid initiative!)

Now, all Norway needs is an elephant polo team, and we can start calling ourselves a proper country.

Wednesday, 17 March 2010

Sufi haiku


With our support for Caninism, we might not be very religious here at Bassington Manor. Still, we believe that any blog worth its salt should have its own Mullah. And indeed The Chronicles does.

The Mullah goes by the name of Hastur, and though he likes to title himself as “the Mad Mullah” and we do not like to question his wisdom, the good Mullah’s fatwas (religious advice) seem both sane and sensible to us. And as long as our Mullah issues fatwas that suggest we join English clubs and purchase fine footwear, we stand solidly behind him.

Recently, the good Mullah proclaimed a competition to honour him (and win the picture at the top of this post, created by the wonderful Tini Malitus), and we here at the Chronicles jump at the opportunity and thought we’d go for a poem. No, not the unique genre of "gothic slam poetry" we’ve developed here at Bassington Manor (more about that later...) but rather something more more traditional. That is to say, a combination of two traditions, namely by Japanese haiku and Sufi poetry.

So this short Sufi haiku is our humble contribution. We call it "Mevlana mullah".

Mevlana mullah
Skirts swirling, beard twirling
The head of a pin

This might not perfectly adhere to the formal rules of a haiku, but our love and devotion for our Mullah transcends all man-made boundaries. Lord Bassington-Bassington would like to express his desire to join his Mullah in the whirling dervish dance, his ears flapping to the glory of Allah.

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Meetings with remarkable libraries*

Sometimes life is like literature - like a weird tale, or magical realism.

"Are you interested in Sufism?" asked The World's Coolest Librarian, one of the humans that Lord Bassington-Bassington really admires.

His Lordship's ears started flailing as he excitedly nodded "yes", his love of Islamic mysticism being hard to conceal, so The Librarian continued his tale.

It seems that an uncle of The Librarian had been a Sufi, a follower of Hazrat Inayat Khan. The uncle had now passed on, and his library was too large for even the Librarian to take care of. Could Lord Bassington-Bassington perhaps help in giving some of these tomes a new home?

So a sleeting, snow-covered morning, Lord Bassington-Bassington and Lady Mju found themselves outside a large and very normal-looking house in a normal-looking Norwegian suburb. Which is very fitting, of course: Sufi masters are supposed to be found in the unlikeliest places. They then spent a few hours rummaging through a large, cold house with bookshelves bursting with numerous volumes of esoterica. The house itself was a treasure trove, filled with traces of a life spent in the pursuit of mystical wisdom and transformative love.

Lord Bassington-Bassington would like to pay his respects to this remarkable man by printing some notes on the ideal life from Inayat Khan's In an Eastern Rose Garden:

"When speaking on the subject of ideal life, the words of the Prophet of Islam may be quoted, where he says, 'Every soul has its own religion.' This means that every soul has a certain direction, which it has chosen, a goal to attain during life. This goal is a certain ideal, which depends on the soul's evolution."

- Inayat Khan


Lord Bassington-Bassington sincerely hopes that this particular man, upon leaving this earthly existence, felt that his own soul had attained its goal, and would like to lift a glass of ruby-colored port to his memory.

And speaking of In an Eastern Rose Garden, an excellent edition of this book is now a part of the library here at Bassington Manor. Along with a box or two of other Sufi wisdom, Christian mysticism and Runic lore. To mentions some of the more mainstream subjects.

While books are always a pleasure to know, they are but earthly possesions. What Lord Bassington-Bassington and Lady Mju are most thankful for was the privilege of experiencing this strange house. The Chronicles would therefore like to share some pictures from the visit with its readers.

(EDIT: And as it turns out, it's The World's Coolest Librarian's birthday today. Congratulations, Sir!)







(* Apologies to Mr. Gurdjieff for the title of this post).

Monday, 9 November 2009

Society News: His Lordship joins club!



(Society page writers: Yell "STOP PRESS!" now. The rest of you, please read on.)

In one of the most important social events of the season here in Little Storping-in-the-Swuff, Lord Bassington-Bassington has been accepted into the New Sheridan Club. He also has the pleasure of escorting his better three-quarters, Lady Mju, and friend Mr. Anthony Wakeford Esq. into the club. The club, which is slightly reminiscent of His Lordship's beloved Heretical Cellar (which has a gathering this coming Thursday, society page writers take note again), is a project right after his own heart.

Of course, one can ask why Lord Bassington-Bassington would apply for membership in the first place. His Lordship resides in Little Storping-in-the-Swuff, outside of Oslo, Norway, while the New Sheridan Club is in London, England. So his chances of attending one of their club nights are, sadly, rather slim. And even if the membership fee is just five pounds a year for overseas members, this could be seen as a waste of money.

Because of these hard facts, and as Lord Bassington-Bassington's tastes in menswear are well known, some would undoubtedly accuse Lord Bassington-Bassington of joining the New Sheridan Club just to be able to buy and wear a pair of its "Brolly Roger" club cufflinks (see pictures below). But while the club cufflinks are undeniably spiffy, this is far from the truth. The truth must, as it often must, be sought in religion.



In matters such as this, His Lordship relies on the advice of his Mullah, the famous "Mad Mullah" Hastur of The Little City Between The Many Mountains, to steal a phrase from the Dodologist.

In one of his many fatwas, the good Mullah underscored the importance of supporting the English economy in these dire times, so that purchasing fine English footwear, eating in English restaurants and – in a wider interpretation of the Mullah’s fatwa – joining their clubs, is a clear religious obligation.

So His Lordship is not joining the New Sheridan Club just so he can buy the club cufflinks. It is for religious reasons, darnit!

(And anyway, the club ties are pretty spiffy too...)

Monday, 1 June 2009

Bassetological Research





While sniffing around the back streets of London in search of obscure books, Lord Bassington-Bassington stumbled upon this print from 1881. The print clearly shows notable forerunners of the Bassington-Bassington family, and diligent genealogical study has revealed their identity.

This is not only a saga of canine achievement and failure, but also of how many of humanity’s ideas are borrowed – or even stolen – from their four-footed companions.

Ortega Y Basset

To the far left can be seen Spanish Philosopher Ortega Y Basset. Ortega Y Basset has since been eclipsed by his near-namesake, Ortega Y Gasset, who stole all his ideas. Y Basset, outraged by this, sued Y Gasset, but fared badly in court.

Y Basset’s testimony, which went something like “woof woof howl ahroooo!” was not taken seriously by the judge. It probably did not help his case either that Y Basset, in a fit of despair, chewed up his lawyer’s expensive leather briefcase. The case was eventually dismissed by the court.

After giving up on philosophy, Y Basset started La Basserie, a Barcelona-based restaurant dedicated to his culinary novelties. The Basserie’s signature dish was chicken sashimi, a dish which proved badly suited to the Mediterranean climate and gained the local nickname “Salmonella Surprise”. The dish did not only spell the end of the Basserie, but also of Y Basset himself.

Despite dying a broken Hound, Y Basset is fondly remembered today as a forerunner of Caninism.

Winthrope "Bassie" Bassington-Smythe

Number two from the left is Winthrope Bassington-Smythe, or “Bassie” to his friends at the famous Drones Club of London.

Bassington-Smythe was originally offered the starring role of a TV series, which was to bear his name. But when it turned out that Bassie wasn’t very good at jumping down into wells to rescue drowning children, he was substituted with a collie (a female, none the less!) and the show renamed “Lassie”.

This defeat nearly broke Bassie’s spirit, and when he later lost the audition to become the face of Hush Puppies he became very depressed, his ears drooping to new levels.

Bassie later moved to Latin America, where he tried to establish himself as a dance teacher. But while trying to show his new dance, the “Bassie Nova” to a small group of students, Bassie tripped over his ears and broke his neck.

Hans B.K. Günther, "Bassen-Günther"

The hound emerging from the door, clasping a strange phrenological instrument, is Hans B.K. Günther. Founder of the Jena-based Institut für Bassenforschung, Günther gained the nickname “Bassen-Günther” for his insistence on the racial superiority of the pure-blooded Basset Hound. While the Basset is clearly a distinctive race, with its own charming quirks, “Bassen-Günther” took this notion to extremes, pioneering the slogan “If it ist not ein Basset Hound, it ist just ein Dog”. His mania for racial purity might be the reason that certain Bassets today have health complaints.

Günther’s theory that Viking “Dragon head” ships were really “Basset head” ships gained a following among certain Nordic romanticists and right-wing crackpots, but wasn’t taken seriously by scholars. Günther dealt with lack of acceptance by claiming that academia was dominated by Beagles: Superficially similar to Basset Hounds, but entirely different in essence. Günther eventually decided that Beagles were not canines at all, but shape-shifting beings from Sirius, the “Dog star”, who turned into Germans when nobody was watching, and conversely that all Germans were really Beagles.

“Bassen-Günther” ended his life in Switzerland, in a quiet sanatorium. And like Ortega Y Basset, “Bassen-Günther” saw his ideas stolen by a human.

Bazzyli Bassinski, a.k.a. Muhammad Bassad

Born in the Polish hamlet of Lwoof (close to Lvov), Bazzyli Bassinski was originally determined to become a Catholic priest, but was disappointed to learn that the teachings of the Church hold that canines do not go to heaven. Bassinski’s crisis of faith led him to study various religions, and in Alhazred & Sons, a dusty bookshop in Damascus, he came across a book of tafsir (Qu’ranic exegesis) by the medieval Islamic scholar Abu al-Qasim Mahmud ibn Umar al-Zamakhshari.

Al-Zamakshari’s insistence that animals who are loved by human beings will live in the hereafter led Bassinski to embrace Islam, taking the name Muhammad Bassad. Bassad thereafter became a prolific calligraphist, dipping his long ears in ink to use as a pen.

Like so many others of the Bassington line, Muhammad Bassad saw his ideas copied by a human: In his case, Muhammad Asad. But Asad, always trying to emulate the perfect manners of the Prophet, paid his tribute to Bassad, albeit in an oblique way (perhaps owing to the sad prejudices many Muslims harbour against canines). In Asad’s wonderful translation of the Qu’ran, the second footnote to the eighty-first surah is an obvious tribute to Muhammad Bassad.

Lord Bassingstoke

To the far right can be seen Lord Bassingstoke, responsible for convincing Ernest Shackleton’s first polar expedition to use dog sleds pulled by Bassets. This stupendously stupid idea caused such unimaginable tragedy (several upstanding members of the Basset community had to amputate their ears) that this expedition has been excised from all history books.

Lord Bassingstoke, now the laughing stock of the world, retreated to a small mansion outside of London to write a series of travel books. Sales of titles such as “To Bassmania and Back,” “Bassel – the Swiss Capital” and “To the Bassporous Strait Without a Jacket” were hindered by many reviewers’ (correct) claims that the author could not have visited the places he wrote about.

Further humiliated, Lord Bassingstoke died penniless and alone, after trying an old family recipe for chicken sashimi.

To the extreme left in the picture can be clearly seen forebears of Lady Mju, who already then clearly showed a certain ambivalence towards the Bassington-Bassington-family’s tendency to have bizarre ideas.

Help in identifying them would be appreciated.

Wednesday, 7 January 2009

Hommage à Asad (updated)

While many people of the Muslim faith harbor prejudices against canines, Lord Bassington-Bassington is on good terms with several upstanding Norwegian Muslims.

By one of these, Shoaib M. Sultan, general secretary of the Islamic Council of Norway and author of an excellent blog (in Norwegian), he was recommended a translation of the Quran by Muhammad Asad.

While Islam teaches that a translation of the Quran can never be an adequate substitute for the original Arabic, this being the language of God’s original revelation of its contents to Muhammad, Mr. Sultan regards Muhammad Asad’s translation of the Quran as the best substitute available. And having looked at several other translations, Lord Bassington-Bassington can only agree.

One reason why Asad’s translation is so good might be his obvious passion for his work.

Muhammad Asad was born Leopold Weiss at the dawn of the 20th century, in Poland. The restless Jew converted to Islam on his journeys as a journalist in the Arabic world, and later became a Pakistani ambassador to the United Nations. Always an outsider, a Jew in Europe, a European in Arabia, and combined with his outstanding penmanship and scholarship this gave him unique insights into the nature of both Islamic and Western civilization.

In this short video this remarkable gentleman expounds on his theory of why desert-dwellers are disposed towards monotheism.



Sadly, Asad’s translation of the Quran is out of print and quite dear (though His Lordship has a birthday coming up in a few months), but luckily the entire text is published on the Internet for easy reference.

Muhammad Asad is also the author of The Road to Mecca. The book is a record of Asad's odyssey into the Arabic world, its mentality and religion, and is a book that deeply touched Lord Bassington-Bassington when His Lordship read it exactly a year ago today.

Which is the reason for this post.




UPDATE: An Austrian film company has produced a documentary about Asad. Lord Bassington-Bassington is really looking forward to seeing it. The trailer can be enjoyed below.