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Star Wars
In memory of Melvin J. Lasky, editor, 1958-1990, of the CIA-funded journal Encounter:
"Once called as lively, and as bitchy, as a literary cocktail party, Encounter published articles of unrivalled authority on politics, history and literature."
— Obituary in the Telegraph
Lasky died on Wednesday, May 19, 2004. From a journal entry of my own on that date:
This newly-digitized diagram is from a
paper journal note of October 21, 1999.
Note that the diagram's overall form is that of an
eight-point star. Here is an excerpt from a Fritz Leiber story
dealing with such a star, the symbol of a fictional organization:
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Time traveling, which is not quite the good clean
boyish fun it's cracked up to be, started for me when this woman with
the sigil on her forehead looked in on me from the open doorway of the
hotel bedroom where I'd hidden myself and the bottles and asked me,
"Look, Buster, do you want to live?"
....
Her right arm was raised and bent, the elbow touching
the door frame, the hand brushing back the very dark bangs from her
forehead to show me the sigil, as if that had a bearing on her question.
The sigil was an eight-limbed asterisk made of fine
dark lines and about as big as a silver dollar. An X superimposed
on a plus sign. It looked permanent.
....
... "Here is how it stacks up: You've bought your
way with something other than money into an organization of which I am
an agent...."
....
"It's a very big organization," she went on, as if
warning me. "Call it an empire or a power if you like. So
far as you are concerned, it has always existed and always will
exist. It has agents everywhere, literally. Space and time
are no barriers to it. Its purpose, so far as you will ever be
able to know it, is to change, for its own aggrandizement, not only the
present and the future, but also the past. It is a ruthlessly
competitive organization and is merciless to its employees."
"I. G. Farben?" I asked grabbing nervously and clumsily at humor.
She didn't rebuke my flippancy, but said, "And it isn't
the Communist Party or the Ku Klux Klan, or the Avenging Angels or the
Black Hand, either, though its enemies give it a nastier name."
"Which is?" I asked.
"The Spiders," she said.
That word gave me the shudders, coming so
suddenly. I expected the sigil to step off her forehead and
scuttle down her face and leap at me—something like that.
She watched me. "You might call it the Double Cross," she suggested, "if that seems better."
— Fritz Leiber,
"Damnation Morning," 1959 |
From last year's entry,
Indiana Jones and the Hidden Coffer,
of 6/14:
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From Borges's "The Aleph":
"The Faithful who gather at the mosque of Amr,
in Cairo, are acquainted with the fact that the entire universe lies
inside one of the stone pillars that ring its central court.... The
mosque dates from the seventh century; the pillars come from other
temples of pre-Islamic religions.... Does this Aleph exist in the heart
of a stone?"
("Los fieles que concurren a la mezquita de Amr, en el
Cairo, saben muy bien que el universo está en el interior de una de las
columnas de piedra que rodean el patio central.... la mezquita data del
siglo VII; las columnas proceden de otros templos de religiones
anteislámicas.... ¿Existe ese Aleph en lo íntimo de una piedra?")
From The Hunchback of Notre Dame:
Un cofre de gran riqueza
Hallaron dentro un pilar,
Dentro del, nuevas banderas
Con figuras de espantar.
A coffer of great richness
In a pillar's heart they found,
Within it lay new banners,
With figures to astound.
See also the figures obtained by coloring and permuting parts of the above religious symbol.
Lena Olin and Harrison Ford
in "Hollywood Homicide" |
Finally, from an excellent site
on the Knights Templar,
a quotation from Umberto Eco:
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When all the archetypes burst out shamelessly, we plumb the depths
of Homeric profundity. Two cliches make us laugh but a hundred cliches
move us because we sense dimly that the cliches are talking among
themselves, celebrating a reunion . . . Just as the extreme of pain
meets sensual pleasure, and the extreme of perversion borders on
mystical energy, so too the extreme of banality allows us to catch a
glimpse of the Sublime.
— "Casablanca: Cult Movies and Intertextual Collage" (1984) from Travels in Hyperreality |
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