Showing posts with label political animal. Show all posts
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Friday, 30 October 2020

A Lovecraftian Halloween lecture

This talk was given to a select audience in honour of Halloween. So His Lordship thought it fitting to reuse here. Happy Halloween, people!



Hello, my name is Lord Bassington-Bassington and I have an obsessive interest in HP Lovecraft.
If this sounds like an introduction to a support group, it is because I desperately need one. But there is no Lovecraftians Anonymous, only support groups for people who have problems with trifles such as drugs or alcohol. Therefore, you good folks will have to be my support group.

So welcome to my talk.

My plan for the next short half-hour or so is talk a little about how HP Lovecraft created his own version of New England. I will also try to explain why it makes sense to see New England as a sand bank in the Danube. There will also be some discussion of racism, which I hope won’t bother you too much.

I was originally going to assume that most of you have at least a cursory knowledge of Lovecraft, since he's unavoidable these days, especially within subcultures that deal with the occult and esoteric, spiritually and musically.

But in case your life went better than mine did: HP Lovecraft was an American horror writer who died in 1937. He wrote for pulp magazines, only having one paperback of his work produced in his lifetime. He is the kind of writer that under normal circumstances would be forgotten. But his literature has qualities that has made it enduring, and today he is both a thriving part of pop culture, from Metallica to South Park. He is also canonized, a collection of his stories released in the Library of the Americas series, and lionized by writers such as Jorge Luis Borges and Michel Houellebecq.
Lovecraft is often reduced to a caricature: A pulp writer who created jungles of eldritch adjectives, jungles inhabited by tentacled god-monsters who came from the depths of space and once ruled over the Earth.

But while his monsters and gods are undeniably interesting, his most fascinating creation is in many ways his own almost magical reimagining of his own environment. And how he used a quite bourgeois and provincial part of America as a springboard to become a kind of cosmic Kafka.
Many writers of fantastic literature prefer faraway, exotic locations. Lovecraft definitely did try his hand at this. He wrote a story set in the Antarctic, another story set on Venus and a bunch set in the lands you can only access in dreams – possibly assisted by narcotics.
But most of his best stories are set in the world he had right outside his doorstep. Because to Lovecraft, New England was a world in itself.

To those of you who aren’t Americans or Lovecraft obsessives, New England is the area to the north and east of New York on the eastern seaboard of the United States. It encompasses the states of Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Maine, Connecticut, New Hampshire and Vermont.
Lovecraft was a typical genre writer. In his own words, he could never write about ordinary people because he was “not in the least interested in them”. He didn’t write about ordinary things either.
But one of the things he learned from more “normal” literature was realism. The New England locales he writes about are extremely detailed and feel quite real. There’s a reason for this: Lovecraft had a keen interest in architecture and history.

One of his favourite tricks was to create horror by conjuring up a feeling of great age in cemetaries and cellars and other constructions. Luckily, New England is one of the few places in America where you can pull that off since it was one of the first parts of America to be settled.
But while he had a fact-based approach, he of course wrote fiction. And one of Lovecraft’s most famous literary devices was to fictionalize already existing places.

His fictitious town of Arkham, site of Miskatonic University where the infamous Necronomicon is kept under lock and key, is usually considered to have been based on Salem. This didn’t take so much work, as Salem – with its history of witch trials – is already spooky enough.
Some more work was needed on Marblehead, a Massachusetts resort town famous for seafood and regattas. But Lovecraft’s imagination turned this quaint town into the setting of unholy holiday rituals from the time before human beings arose. And again, Lovecraft uses his realistic approach. You can follow the path the protagonist in his story “The Festival” takes into Kingsport/Marblehead.
I did this myself when I went a Lovecraftian pilgrimage of sorts about a decade ago. Yes, I did mention I have problems, didn’t I?

The coastal town of Innsmouth, the location of “The Shadow over Innsmouth”, is in Lovecraft’s own words “a considerably twisted” version of Newburyport, Massachusetts.
While the Starry Wisdom Church in the story “The Haunter of the Dark” is based on a now-demolished Catholic Cathedral in Lovecraft’s home town of Providence, Rhode Island. I walked up towards where it used to stand while a hurricane was raging on the same trip. That was quite an atmospheric experience!

As a sidenote, an effect of this is that there is a tiny genre of Lovecraftian travel guides, online and print. There’s also quite a few online, and a new book is in the works through Kickstarter.
Another Lovecraftian trick was borrowing from other writers' creations, and encouraging others borrow from him. This created a web of cross-references which makes his literature more believable. One reason some people think Lovecraft’s fictional grimoire The Necronomicon is real, is that you find references to it so many places. Surely it can’t be made up?
Lovecraft was also a rationalist, and he could use his knowledge of science to create a feeling of the magical and unreal.

One example is his use of the anthropologist Margaret Murray’s book “The Witch-Cult in Western Europe”. In the book Murray argues that the accusations underpinning the witch-trials in early modern Europe were true, in the sense that witches actuallybelonged to a real pre-Christian religion which worshipped a horned god. This thesis was discredited already in when the book came out in 1921. But Lovecraft saw that Murray’s thesis was a great fictional premise and could use Murray’s non-fiction book to make his own fiction more believable.

Another example was the discovery of Pluto in 1930. Lovecraft used this new planet to great effect in “The Whisperer in Darkness”, published the year after. Here Pluto becomes Yuggoth, from whence comes strange aliens infiltrating the woods of Vermont.
Today, using quantum physics to argue that anything is possible is a new age cliché. But when Lovecraft did this to explain magic in “Dreams in the Witch-House” in 1932 this was groundbreaking.

Nothing says “verisimilitude” like giving your short stories scientific footnotes!
If you want a good model for understanding Lovecraft’s New England, I heartily recommend a story by another writer. The writer is Algernon Blackwood, an Englishman most known for his ghostly stories, and the story is “The Willows”.

We know that Lovecraft was inspired by this story because in his essay "Supernatural horror in literature" he writes gushingly about it.

“The Willows” is a simple story: Two friends are canoeing down the Danube river. They make camp on a sand bank on which there is a thicket of willow trees. During the night they become aware that there is some sort of mysterious, supernatural presence in the willows. This presence is never explained, but gives the two friends a glimpse into a larger, terrifying reality.

My feeling is that in Lovecraft's fictional New England is easier to understand if you look at it in the light of this story. If you think of New England as this sand bank in the Danube, with the waters of the cosmos splashing at its shores, eating away at it and one day perhaps submerging it.
Also, like in Blackwood’s “The Willows” Lovecraft doesn’t necessarily give you more than a glimpse of this awe-inspiring cosmos. Instead he goes for the feeling of alien dread, an overwhelming mystery.

This vision of New England as a haven under attack from outside forces feeds into some of Lovecraft’s own personal quirks. He disliked the modern world, wore old-fashioned clothes and called himself Grandpa Theobald. He was also a Tory, and considered himself a subject of the Queen.

Harmless enough, but another side to this was his racism.
To be fair, pretty much everyone was racist in Lovecraft’s time. That’s not the point. The point is that Lovecraft was more racist than was normal for his time, at times ludicrously so.

So for many Lovecraft fans it’s tempting to try to separate his fiction from his racism. This is impossible. A lot of his recurring themes, such as human mixing with non-human to create hybrids, and invasions from alien creatures, are quite racist themes. And I think Lovecraft’s virulent racism is one reason why these horror stories are as powerful as they are.

There’s been a growing debate in recent years about Lovecraft’s racism. Speaking as someone from a country where one of our most famous writers, Knut Hamsun, was a full-fledged Nazi and collaborated with the German occupiers during WWII, I think I can predict that this debate will eventually end up somewhere constructive.

But back to New England. Lovecraft’s fiction is at its most powerful when his cosmic vision of a vast, cold universe is anchored in a New England that he knows very well. It’s an approach I think can be summed up as “think cosmically, write locally”.

Lovecraft was a lifelong atheist and science advocate. So you could perhaps say it’s ironic that he became an inspiration for occultists and magicians, to the point where you got get people like Anton LaVey, Kenneth Grant and many others trying to create real Lovecraftian rituals and spirituality. Aren’t these people missing the whole point?

Quite the contrary, I think they’re getting the point. Lovecraft wanted to create a new myth for a Godless age, just like Tolkien wanted to create a new mythology for England. And just like Tolkien mixed Germanic and Celtic mythology with his own creations, Lovecraft used science and New England to similar effect.

And that people take Lovecraft’s creations seriously to the point where they try to create real spiritualities based on it is proof that he succeeded.

Perhaps that is the ultimate compliment.





Saturday, 2 May 2015

Dandy revolutionists?

Does dandyism have political implications? While Lord Bassington-Bassington certainly has political opinions, he likes to think that they have little relevance to how he dresses. Even if his taste for the classic might reveal a predilection towards conservatism. And sure, today people assume that if you dress a bit old-fashioned it's because you long for the days when the lord of the manor held sway, peasants knew their place and pheasants lived in fear.

An assumption as stupid as suspecting that all who wear jeans hanker back to the social order during the Wild West.

For men who take an interest in clothes come in all shapes, sizes and colours, from all walks of life and hold all sorts of political convictions. So while perusing an edition of The Communist Manifesto the other day, Lord Bassington-Bassington was pleased to find these comments on the connection between men's dress and revolution in A.J.P. Taylor's insightful introduction.

"None of them (Marx' early disciples) was a proletarian in the new Maxist sense; none, that is, was a factory worker. Their occupations provide striking examples of the class from whom revolutionaries are often drawn. Most of them were tailors - an occupation which gives a man much time for solitary revolutionary reflection and also perhaps an intimate distaste for the upper classes."

"In old England the village cobbler was always the radical and the Dissenter. After all, the lord of the manor had to have his boots made and mended, whatever the cobbler's political opinions."


So how better to celebrate these astute observations than to publish a picture of Russian Futurist poet Vladimir Mayakovsky? Lord Bassington-Bassington first saw this picture when still a puppy, on the back of an LP of Swedish punk and hardcore, and it's fair to say that it has exerted a certain influence on how His Lordship dresses.

Wednesday, 4 February 2015

Words of wisdom


(The dictator in question is, of course, none other than Roderick Spode. Thanks to Mrs. Boyle for the image.)

Wednesday, 3 September 2014

Saturday, 30 August 2014

Greetings from the Free State!

Lord Bassington-Bassington has been on an small pilgrimage to Rijeka, Croatia, following in the footsteps of arch-dandy Gabriele D'Annunzio: The poet who annexed the city and established the Free State of Fiume right after WWI. After all, one isn't a proper neofolk nerd unless one has taken a certain interest in this enigmatic character, and since "nerdy" is one of the most appropriate adjectives to describe Lord Bassington-Bassington, perhaps even more so than "droopy", His Lordship has already visited D'Annunzio's famous Vittoriale in Italy proper. So this time it was time to explore the Fiume Republic.


While D'Annunzio's anarcho-fasco-artisto-dandyist republic only lasted a short while, its influence on local culture lives on today, more than a century later.


Many of D'Annunzio's troops wore fezes, and the fez is still a feature of the cityscape. As in this obvious D'Annunzian reference.


D'Annunzio's sense of style lives on in the local populace.


Even the Toy Museum commemorates D'Annunzio. This exhibit is an obvious nod to his daring airborne exploits.


While some light summer reading is always good, Lord Bassington-Bassington also recommends Italian band Ianva's concept album about the Fiume affair.

Friday, 6 June 2014

Happy Flag Day, Swedes!


It's the national day of the Swedes today. Or, as it's known here at Bassington Manor, Official Solblot Appreciation Day.


Solblot live in Oslo in 2007, at Lord Bassington-Bassington and Lady Mju's stag and hen party. Thanks to the Somersetians for the picture.

It's time to make oneself a drink and listen to some obscure recordings. And shout out: Congratulations, dear Swedes!



Friday, 23 May 2014

Sartorial Anarchism

Anarcho-dandyism in Fascist Italy, as seen in the superb mini-series Il commissario De Luca.



Well, Lord Bassington-Bassington's stance on bow ties should be well known at this time.

As usual, hats off to the World's Coolest Librarian.

Wednesday, 4 December 2013

A styling challenge

Corduroy jacket are not just hard wearing - they can also be hard to wear. This is the reason why an olive green cord jacket has been haunting the wardrobe here at Bassington Manor for a few years now. There is nothing wrong with the jacket itself, quite the opposite in fact: Its manufacture is excellent, as it was snached at a sale at a Hackett supplier in London. The problem is how to wear it. How do you accessorise a cord jacket?


As the reader can clearly see, the jacket is a bit too much "geography teacher". Now, teaching is a noble profession, and Lord Bassington-Bassington occasionally finds himself giving lectures (or at least waving his paws and going "woof woof" a lot). But on such occasions, His Lordship tends to prefer tweeds.

So what can be done to liven up this jacket? Perhaps it would be an idea to match it with a fair isle sweater (from Cordings) and a knitted tie (picked up for a couple of euros from a Swedish webshop that was changing its collection).


Ummm, what was that about "geography teacher" again?

So here's another idea: Fill the jacket's lapels with badges and other neofolk bling for a slightly post-punky look.


Again: No. The badges don't work at all. Perhaps they would work better if they advertised the Socialist Worker's Party and FNL Solidarity or something. And then we're not even in teacher territory anymore, we're in leftist teacher territory. Not to belittle the great leftist teacher Lord Bassington-Bassington was exposed to in younger years, but they werem't exactly style icons.

While there are certainly leftists that can out-dress anyone on the right, Lord Bassington-Bassington is more comfortable with a more conservative look. So perhaps the jacket can be saved by a touch of tweed - a reassuringly reactionary fashion statement?


No. Njet. Nein. Nie. The pocket hankie and bow tie don't work at all.

But there must be a simple fix, an all-round accessory that can elevate any outfit. Perhaps...


Well, there we are. Perfection! Winthrope always helps out.

Wednesday, 4 September 2013

Wednesday, 3 July 2013

Racial supremacy

This film makes Lord Bassington-Bassington wonder if someone has found some old notes from His Lordship's forebear, Hans B.K. Günther – the slightly demented gentleman better known as "Bassen-Günther." In fact, the only thing separating this film from the late Hound's bizarre ramblings are the lack of mumblings about the international Beagle conspiracy.



But then, there are films such as this. Which show pure poetry in motion.



This clinches it! "Bassen-Günther" was right! Basset Hounds are the master race.

Bassetocracy now!

Friday, 10 August 2012

In defense of traditional marriage

As a somewhat Conservative fellow, Lord Bassington-Bassington is a staunch supporter of the institution of marriage. But unlike some Conservatives, His Lordship has virtually no objections to same-sex couples being joined in matrimony, as long as certain traditional standards are upheld.

Lord Bassington-Bassington could come up with some lengthy explanation of why His Lordship feels this way. Such an explanation would mention how extending marriage rights to same-sex couples will strengthen their unions, let sexual minorities express their love, undermine the most negative aspects of gay culture, and so on. In short, make society more stable and life better for everyone. But truth be told, what it boils down to is what can be seen in this picture from the marriage ceremony of Mssrs Smalley and Bonnette.


For Lord Bassington-Bassington, the real question of same-sex marriage is this: If we can't have same-sex marriages, how else are we going to get weddings where both parties wear bowler hats?

And what could possibly be more traditional than the wedding picture below?


The wedding pictures are reproduced with permission from the happy groom and groom. Many happy returns, gentlemen.

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

Happy birthday Sweden!

This post is because it's Sweden's national day today. And because you need to buy Solblot's debut album. And because Lord Bassington-Bassington likes displays of patriotism.


The video is from a small impromptu performance at the album's launch party, by the way. It's very similar to when Solblot last played in Oslo.

Monday, 23 April 2012

Saturday, 31 March 2012

Ode to oi!


Lord Bassington-Bassington has always had a soft spot for Oi! music and for skinhead culture, but for several reasons has not immersed himself completely in it.

(Frankie Flame sharing the secrets of life).


There are several reasons for this. One is that the Bulldog is an unofficial symbol of these scenes, so Basset Hounds quickly feel out of place. Another is that Lord Bassington-Bassington isn’t very working class (indeed, His Lordship tends to not do any work at all, but due to blatant racial discrimination Bassets can't sign on the “dole”).


Yet another reason is politics: As His Lordship is ”neither red nor racist”, as they say in skinhead circles, he prefers to avoid the associations with extremism (of the right and left varieties) that often comes with these scenes. And anyway, you get enough political nonsense when you like neofolk music.


One of His Lordship's most beloved recent aquisitions on the vinyl front is The Way We Feel, a seven inch by Dutch Oi! veterans Evil Conduct – featuring the intriguing Frankie Flame, probably Oi! music's only pianist. Together, they have produced a tribute to the really important things in life: Brogues and crombie coats.



We take the liberty of reproducing the lyrics.

Brogues and crombies

I don’t care when people stare
At the clobber that I wear
High street fashion, overpriced
Imitations, oversized

Brogues and crombies, I like to dress in style
Brogues and crombies, I wear’em with a smile
Brogues and crombies, always dressing smart
Brogues and crombies, girls say I look the part

Sometimes people take the piss
Anti-fashion, that’s what it is
I’m no fuckin’ city-gent
They’re too dumb to understand

Trends they come and trends they go
Your life looks like a fashion show
Manipulated, makes you spend
That’s why I won’t follow trends


Words to live by!


Lord Bassington-Bassington’s home town of Oslo will probably never be a hotbed of Oi! Music. Which is probably just as well. But with the help of aforementioned Mr. Flame, local band The Whalers have created a nice little tribute to Oslo. It was originally released on a rather charming self-produced CD back in the 1990s, but has now been re-issued on a beautiful little piece of vinyl.


Tuesday, 28 February 2012

A notice from His Lordship

While Lord Bassington-Bassington tends to find the hairless apes populating planet Earth amusing, there's no denying that this rock orbiting the Sun has its share of idiots. Some of these idiots are members of the dogmatic left (and no, we're not talking about worker-dandies or other sensible leftists) whose idiocy can lead them to produce blog posts like this.

So to make matters perfectly clear (readers of normal intelligence can just skip the rest of this post) here's a short statement from Lord Bassington-Bassington.

I AM NOT A FASCIST.

Thank you.

More entertaining posts will appear soon.


Thursday, 1 September 2011

Norway, Home of Giants

Like many Norwegians, Lord Bassington-Bassington has become noticeably more patriotic since the terrible events of this summer.

So in order to increase the understanding and appreciation of Norwegian culture throughout the world, and perhaps increase support for Norwegian-style politics in other countries, His Lordship would like to call his readers' attention this classic documentary.

While an very insightful introduction to Norwegian culture, parts of this documentary might be a bit outdated. For example, the Soviet Union has a different name these days. And ski technology has taken a few leaps in later years.



Part 2 and part 3 also come recommended.

And what better way to illustrate this little ode to Norwegian culture than by a picture of Gustav Beowulf of Lulubelle in a fit of patriotic fervour?

Monday, 15 August 2011

A melancholy welcome back


It’s been hard to know what to put in this first post after the summer hiatus. Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you will know that Norway was hit by an instance of terrorism, the worst act of violence in this country since World War II.

The terrorist from Utøya is a megalomaniac, interested in bizarre ideas and obsessed with European style and European culture. In other words: superficially so similar to us here at the Chronicles that to make us very uncomfortable. This nearly made us kill off the Lord Bassington-Bassington Chronicles altogether. Things that were fun on July 21st feel less fun now.

But then again: If terrorists manage to make us queasy about what we love, then the monsters have won. And we refuse to let terrorists win.

Norway feels different now. There’s a new respect among citizens, a new community among people who have different ways of being Norwegian. Some of this will pass, like the roses that still adorn Oslo but are in advanced stages of decay. But some of this community will be indelible. Nations are forged in tragedy. This is one of the experiences that will forever be a part of what it means to be a Norwegian.

Once the shock that the acts were not perpetrated by Islamists had passed, it made a lot of sense. As anyone with any insight into the Norwegian far right will know, they are pretty much useless at organizing, writing, recruiting, debating or doing things that normally go with political activity. What they are quite good at, though, is murdering defenceless kids. Whether these kids themselves help far right groups, as the victims of the 1981 Hadeland killings, or happen to have a skin tone not to the liking of the far right, like Benjamin Hermansen, seems to make little difference. And let’s not even begin to discuss the sexual proclivities of some of these far right leaders. Any young person the far right has access to seem to be at risk.

This murder of Norway’s youth by the far right was the third instance in the last decades. It is the responsibility of every Norwegian to make sure there won’t be a fourth time. This we know, even if we are still unsure about what this will mean in practice.

But to begin with, we'll just welcome you back to the Lord Bassington-Bassington Chronicles.

Saturday, 18 June 2011

Radical dandyism



While it’s hardly a secret that Lord Bassington-Bassington has sympathies with what could broadly be termed the political Right (in its more moderate forms, he eschews extremism). But His Lordship has always steadfastly refuses to let squabbles about such inconsequentialities as politics or religion stand in the way of enjoying life.

So His Lordship was most enlivened by stumbling across one of the most entertaining left-wing blogs he has ever seen. Dear readers of the Chronicles, meet the Worker-Dandyist International. This excellent blog provides a left-wing analysis of current society that is surprisingly similar to Lord Bassington-Bassington’s own views, something which only strengthens His Lordship’s opinion that sensible people come in all political and religious persuasions.



While the Worker-Dandyist International has a consistently high quality in its post, Lord Bassington-Bassington, being a hound after manifestoes of all sorts, was especially taken with its Worker-Dandyist Manifesto.

Some of its highlights:
“4. We define our Dandyism, in essence, as simply making as much of an effort as possible with the limited resources availabhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifle. An effort in sartorial flair and individuality, an effort in civility, social responsibility and courtesy, and an effort in communal culture, welfare and hedonism. Our definition of Dandyism will most certainly conflict with the pompous elitists’ definition of Dandyism. Of course, we embrace and encourage popinjays, peacocks and coxcombs but we shall dispense with the conceitedness associated with such terms in favour of community and kindness.”

“5. The Worker-Dandy opposes sweatshop labour, child labour and forced labour. If you paid £5 for a new skirt then someone, somewhere has been paid, at most, pennies to manufacture it. The Worker-Dandy will never knowingly contribute to such exploitation.There are many ways and means of dressing well. Slavery is not one of them.”




And as a long-time skeptic, Lord Bassington-Bassington simply loved this point:
“9. Worker-Dandyism is rational and therefore vehemently opposed to quackery. Pseudo-science is a leech that feeds on humanity both economically and physically. Reflexology, homeopathy, magnet therapy, etc., are all bunk. Snake-oil salesmen have always exploited the gullibility and desperation of the sick for financial ends and, while people are free to dispose of their earnings as they please, when people are discouraged from seeking proven medical treatment in favour of junk remedies we regard this as tantamount to criminal assault.”


Ladies and gentlemen, whatever your own politics, you are cordially invited to enjoy the Left, possibly at its best, but certainly at its best dressed.

Now, why does this it seem that this superb slice of socialist soul-pop should be playing in the background while looking at the website?

Wednesday, 27 January 2010

Neofolk, politics and "metapolitics"

(UPDATE: Our good friend The Dodologist has expanded on this theme a bit further).

Politics is a boring and complicated subject, and Lord Bassington-Bassington prefers to avoid boredom and complication. But these Chronicles write a bit about neofolk, one of Lord Bassington-Bassingtons favorite musical genres, and in neofolk political disclaimers are increasingly necessary these days.

This sad situation has come about because two groups of people are trying to portray the neofolk scene as some sort of fascist conspiracy. Yes, it's ridiculous, but still worth taking seriously, and Lord Bassington-Bassington feels the need to share some thoughts with the readers of these Chronicles.

Forms of music that are outside the mainstream tend to attract people that are outside the mainstream. Therefore neofolk, like musical subcultures such as hardcore punk, black metal and power electronics/industrial, has an overrepresentation of people from various unusual backgrounds – be they radical rightists, radical leftists, members of new religious movements or sexual minorities. Go to a neofolk performance, and there’s bound to be a far higher percentage of homosexuals, Satanists, traditionalist Catholics, communists and neo-fascists than at your typical U2 concert.

This is fine. In fact, it's more than fine. For this strange mix of eccentric and extreme personalities is not only an integral part of what makes neofolk interesting, but also a big part of what makes life itself interesting. Lord Bassington-Bassington hasn’t the slightest interest in limiting himself to associating with people he agrees with on every subject under the sun. Heck, he can’t even agree with himself half the time!

What is not fine is that certain people want to use neofolk to promote their own political agenda. And as mentioned above, two groups in particular are starting to cause problems for people who just want to enjoy some music.

The first group is composed right-wing extremists, the political heirs of Roderick Spode.



(Roderick Spode, amateur dictator and P.G. Wodehouse character)

These extremists see that some elements within neofolk are sympathetic to some of their ideas – and yes, there are a few neofolk bands and fans like that. So, desperate for anything to latch onto, they claim that neofolk as a whole is sympathetic to their ideas. The word "exaggeration" doesn't even begin to cover it.

This situation is particularily bad here in Scandinavia, where certain tin-pot politicians have explicitly (and, strangely, publicly) made clear their intention to infiltrate various underground music genres, including neofolk, and use them as an arena to make their politics more palatable to the public. This is called “metapolitics”, and is essentially a way to spread your political ideals without being explicitly political.

So if you are an artist, record company or similar who operates in the underground, and someone from Scandinavia offers you a concert, a record deal, distribution deal, review, interview or something similar, chances are that you might find yourself part of some “metapolitical” campaign. To make matters worse, these people have proved that they have a very – let’s be diplomatic and call it “alternative” – approach to concepts such as copyrights, moral responsibility and simply telling the truth.



(While not a big fan of T-shirts, Lord Bassington-Bassington nevertheless thinks this one is very appropriate).

This “metapolitical” strategy will fail. Not only will it fail, it will create (and has already created) the opposite effect of what it is trying to achieve. Instead of spreading the extremist ideas, the "metapoliticians" will create a backlash. Examples are anti-racist statements from leading bands, extremists being banned from concerts, and political statements like the one you are reading right now.

But sadly, the “metapoliticians” will still be able to cause problems for normal neofolk lovers. Especially because they work in tandem with the second group, which is composed of scholars or anti-fascist watchdog groups who overemphasize the fascist elements within neofolk to make themselves seem interesting, insightful and important.

One such scholar is Ukranian political science student Anton Shekhovtsov, who has had a few otherwise excellent people take his shoddy work seriously. There is a long tradition of anti-fascists and scholars who do good jobs of monitoring and understanding right-wing extremist parties, but go haywire when they try to understand musical subcultures. But Shekhovtsov is a particularily bad example.

Shekhovtsov’s approach seems to be to use modern definitions of fascism, especially as put forth by the eminent fascism expert Roger Griffin, on neofolk.

Griffin’s understanding of fascism is summed up as follows:

Fascism is a political ideology whose mythic core in its various permutations is a palingenetic form of populist ultra-nationalism.

The strength of Griffin’s thinking is that it is flexible enough to allows you to see that fascism sometimes mutates, and when brown shirts or bomber jackets don’t cut it anymore fascists will think of new ways to sell their ideas. This is why fascists spend so much time and energy coming up with new things to call their ideology.

The weakness of Griffin’s thinking is that it can take you to where Anton Shekhovtsov is: A place where people who don’t say fascist things, don’t do fascist things, aren’t members of fascist groups, or indeed have anything to do with fascism, can still be labeled fascists if you don’t like them. And if you, like Lord Bassington-Bassington see problems with slapping heavy labels like "fascist" on young people (a label which can have serious consequences for peoples' lives), then you probably won’t be reassured by Shekhovtsov’s approach to ethics in research. “There are no ethical issues involved,” as he commented when Lord Bassington-Bassington tried to argue with him.

In such a climate, where both fascists and scholars (however shoddy) of fascism seem to consider anyone involved with neofolk as a potential fascist, it’s important to make clear where one stands. So this is where the Lord Bassington-Bassington Chronicles stand: Lord Bassington-Bassington is a caninist, and his political views tend to be very moderate. As they say in skinhead circles, he is "neither red nor racist". Human racism, he thinks, is kind of silly, as the true master race is white, black and brown.



(The real master race!)

But, as he doesn’t think he has the monopoly on what people should think, he also supports freedom of speech and freedom of assembly. In short: Democracy. Not because democracy is so great. But, as it says in one declaration Lord Bassington-Bassington supports:

He does agree than no one has invented a better political system than democracy – but still doesn’t like it.

Because Lord Bassington-Bassington sees democracy as the lesser of many evils, he rejects all anti-democratic and totalitarian systems. He is therefore an anti-fascist, an anti-communist and firmly against all mixture between religion and state, be it a state church or an Islamist theocracy. One of his main hobby-horses is freedom of religion, which of course includes the right to freedom from religion.

Furthermore, despite being old-fashioned and grumpy Lord Bassington-Bassington supports things like gay rights (as long as homosexuals follow certain traditional norms). Actually, despite thinking fur-less, tail-less half-apes are slightly silly, Lord Bassington-Bassington still thinks they are entitled to human rights (this also applies to women).

And as for being enlisted into any sort of extremist political or "metapolitical" project, Lord Bassington-Bassington prefers to take his cue from that most eminent of bipeds, Mr. Reginald Jeeves.

Thursday, 12 November 2009

Magnificent manifestoes

History is full of fiery manifestoes that - well, manifested - some ideology or other. As a pup, Lord Bassington-Bassington was quite taken with The Futurist Manifesto of F.T. Marinetti, only to quickly realize how insane it was. "Demolishing libraries?" Well, try to demolish the bookshelves here at Bassington Manor, you scallywag, and see how well that goes!

Futurism is plainly passé. These days, discerning canines such as Lord Bassington-Bassington need more sensible manifestoes. Such as that provided by the superb publication The Chap, to which His Lordship naturally subscribes (being married to an upstanding feline has its advantages).



The Chap isn't just a very entertaining magazine, a parody of lad magazines, it is also a rallying place for those who find a world of tracksuits and SUVs less than appealing. And its ethos is very well put forth in The Chap Manifesto. This manifesto should be read in its entirety, but the short excerpts below (with permission of The Chap's editor, mr. Gustav Temple) gives you a taste of its brilliance.

The Chap Manifesto
Society has become sick with some nameless malady of the soul. We have become the playthings of corporations intent on converting our world into a gargantuan shopping precinct. Pleasantness and civility are being discarded as the worthless ephemera of a bygone age - an age when men doffed their hats to the ladies, and small children could be counted upon to mind one's Jack Russell while one took a mild and bitter in the local hostelry.

Instead, we live in a world where children are huge hooded creatures lurking in the shadows; the local hostelry has been taken over by a large chain that specialises in chilled lager, whose principal function is to aggravate the nervous system. Needless to say, the Jack Russell is no longer there upon one's return.

(...)

The Chap proposes to take a stand against this culture of vulgarity. We must show our children that the things worth fighting for are not the latest plastic plimsolls but a shiny pair of brogues. We must wean them off their alcopops and teach them how to mix martinis.


While The Lord Bassington-Bassington Chronicles are proudly Basso-centric, this blog does have a certain weakness for other life forms - humans and felines being the most obvious. And, of course, dodos. One of Lord Bassington-Bassington's dearest associates is The Dodologist, an upstanding fellow who has just published an English translation of his Dodo Declaration.



Lord Bassington-Bassington has pored over this Declaration, and declares that it provides more guidance than a floor-to-ceiling stack of postmodern tracts. As the excerpts below reveal.

The Dodo Declaration
The Dodologist is a project in the spirit of the dodo. While reality runs its course around us, we drink our tea and take note of the sufficiently unimportant with our virtual fountain pen.

(...)

The Dodologist is male and middle aged, rude, annoyed and elitist. He does agree than no one has invented a better political system than democracy – but still doesn’t like it.

The Dodologist is a self declared reactionary, but realizes that the best thing about the past is that it is past. It's not that they did everything well back then, but the past being past means we can focus on the good stuff.

And at least they didn’t have gangster rap. Or “psychics” solving crimes on television.


If you need more guidance than these two manifestoes can give you, then there's something wrong with you.