|Philosophy and Christian Art by Daniel Huntington|
The principal character, Montag, in the 1966 film adaptation of Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451, by Francois Truffaut, says these lines before he dreams a nightmare. After breaking up a sterile grouping of house guests, who on being exposed to literature become fraught with the anxiety of original thought and complex emotions, his work as a book burner turns into a twisted night haunt. Ray Bradbury, author of the book, may have been alluding to much more than a simple prediction of a neo-Fascist regime burning books as did the Nazis, and other demented social movements throughout history. Note the Ancient Library of Alexandria. How much of our conscious memory collective was turned to cinder and dust. With the influx of new media, we are losing our grip on the greater part of human contact, that with the historical mind, descending with the literature of the ages into the fires of mass ignorance.
Waking proof stirs the realms of the collective-creative imagination with inner-brewing mystery.
|Fahrenheit 451 Resurgence by Rusty Kjarvik|
|Fire at the End of the Tunnel by Rusty Kjarvik|
|Sail into the Flames by Rusty Kjarvik|
|The Last House on Earth by Rusty Kjarvik|
|Broken Chinatown Lamp by Rusty Kjarvik|
Behind television predilections
Guessing at the racy night
Caught in a frozen web-tied lesson
To shoot pyrotechnic tides over the urban mind
Digging into a buttressed yurt, cold
excerpt from "One Ambitious Species"
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