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Excerpts from Aesthetical Sermons
by Joris PlanckA venue for sharing the complicated and indulgent philosophy of Joris Planck.
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Ep. 10 Invocation to Polyhymnia
0s · PublishedEpisode 10 will showcase one of Joris' invocations that sporadically appear within his sermons.
His "Invocation to Polyhymnia" is both a poem and an act of devotion to the muse of meditation, pantomime, and eloquence.
Transcription of Joris:
"I sing the praise of Polyhymnia:
Dame most dower, dame of word and dance,
Who has the cheeks of cherubs and the arms
Of nereids about the jagged rocks.
Thou art the power that can o’erswell the mouths
Of poets. Thou art she whose pantomime
Convinces us that even silence speaks.
Thou art my muse most favored. And, by your robes,
Of alabaster white and honeyed thread,
Do I commit my song. Your fatted mouth
From which spill words exuberantly, is a fount—
Nay, cataract, in a prehistoried land
Which floods the basin of a verdant wood.
Lift not thy finger thus if it's to hush.
Seal not thine orifice, unless it is
To stop yourself from growing more thine waist.
Instead give us your guidance to escape
This savagery to lands where dwell the men
And women who speak lovely as thou art.
Let's drink to lands like these. Let's drink and sing
To beauty and things beautiful, for what's
The point of beauty if we’ve no words to praise it."
Dame most dower, dame of word and dance,
Who has the cheeks of cherubs and the arms
Of nereids about the jagged rocks.
Thou art the power that can o’erswell the mouths
Of poets. Thou art she whose pantomime
Convinces us that even silence speaks.
Thou art my muse most favored. And, by your robes,
Of alabaster white and honeyed thread,
Do I commit my song. Your fatted mouth
From which spill words exuberantly, is a fount—
Nay, cataract, in a prehistoried land
Which floods the basin of a verdant wood.
Lift not thy finger thus if it's to hush.
Seal not thine orifice, unless it is
To stop yourself from growing more thine waist.
Instead give us your guidance to escape
This savagery to lands where dwell the men
And women who speak lovely as thou art.
Let's drink to lands like these. Let's drink and sing
To beauty and things beautiful, for what's
The point of beauty if we’ve no words to praise it."
Ep. 9 Sermon on Familiar Stories
0s · PublishedEpisode 9 gives us insight into Joris Planck's belief in the gods of mythology.
The excerpt is taken from his "Sermon on Familiar Stories," which tackles the epic task of weaving together every story under the sun.
Transcription of Joris:
"I wonder, should we maintain a perverse belief in these gods of old once sung of in metered hymn and marbled relief? They were as various as my moods and just as lackluster about mankind. Their intention has never been to inspire faith, nor even love, nor even fear: fear in their elemental power and aloof disposition. Love for their brute hegemony and painted faces. The dryads perhaps we love. Yes, their tantalizing limbs are too beautiful to be ignored. But faith? We would be fools to believe the gods' antics were meant as lures for the faithful. We should sooner celebrate the mutability of stone.So, wanting nothing from us (for no thing could we offer to counterbalance their extravagance), why shouldn't we abandon these ancient gods as we have all other things natural? Why shouldn't we plug our ears with sounds of ourselves and stare ever wide-eyed at mirrors? I've no answers. None at all! All I have is a broken mirror with which I returned home from a voyage to a serene grove tangled with a collection of delicate orchids and razor-pointed bromeliads. There, in that bower of bliss, at risk of losing myself to eternity, I remembered narcissus, and, concluding that only by way of a stream's reflection could I transform into a flower, I smashed the glass instrument against an all too fixed and unchanging stone thereby ridding myself of its unorthodoxy."
Ep. 8 Sermon on Companionship
0s · PublishedEpisode 8 excerpts a moment from Joris Planck's "Sermon on Companionship," wherein he considers how much time he wastes.
We'll be challenged to decide if we, the listeners, aren't somehow implicated in his metaphors.
Transcription of Joris:
"Watching my chickens, the overbearing gravity of wasted time oppresses me. Then again, seeing anything overwhelms me with this sentiment. Why, I could have mentioned clouds dissolving, or wind carrying outrageously engineered seeds as they parachute wildly to mock the Mother Earth, who is all too desperate to cultivate each and every one.By Jove, and it pains me to speak in such frank words, my mind cannot conjure a single thing that doesn't sag with the appalling avowel that time is wasting away savagely, inexorably, and, in a desperate attempt to dissuade me from discovering its accelerating atrophy, it searches frantically the endless corridors of memory for some thing, some image, that may challenge this intellectual blockade. But there is nothing there, Mind! Mind, thou art too proud. Search no more. For the very action of thought is wasted time that might be better spent tossing tulip heads at the chickens. No, we must spend no time in the masturbatory practice of thinking, for masturbation is a tautology, and tautology, like the work of undergraduates, turns my stomach.
So let us to our afternoon practice. The chickens can see we have already gathered the tulips. They have just formed their defensive phalanx. They anticipate the first launch of blossoms, and dart wild eyes at us. They pretend annoyance, but they are such poorly trained actors."
Ep. 7 Sermon on Aesthetics
0s · PublishedEpisode 7 showcases a passage from one of Joris Planck's many sermons on aesthetics.
Joris asks himself if his art is bettered or worsened by education.
Transcription of Joris:
"Sometimes I wish that I were a precocious practitioner of aesthetics able to justify having never enrolled in university or having ever proffered an art debased by learning. I would spit on education and all others instructing me to read this tome or to open my eyes to that masterpiece. My creations would be unsullied by the overbearing insufficiency accompanied by that confession that at one point my work was not as good as it is now. My confidence would soar, and my image would forever be etched in history as a monolithic know-it-all, perennially aged, never pink-skinned, and woefully unschooled. A decrepit and acerbic old monster to whom the world looks for unblemished sagacity and sublime, horrible foreshadowing.But as it is, I must only dream of such accolades, the reason being that I never tire of taking notes on lectures given by the spring jay, nor of tracing the maple’s leaf. No, I am condemned to a life of learning, incorrigibly lustful for the next lesson to which I might be treated. It is a sad thing, indeed, that I must remain this quintessence of blushful spring and virility, never inspiring terror in even the most skittish of my fellow citizens."
Ep. 6 Sermon on Strolling (part II)
0s · PublishedEpisode 6 presents us with a second clip from Joris Planck's early work, the "Sermon on Strolling."
In this passage, he recounts a story wherein he adopted a practice of walking in a group.
Transcription of Joris:
"I have of late partaken in a procession of playfully costumed and coiffured paraders, who on occasion flood my street in a monsoon of pageantry and vociferations. Their language is incomprehensible, but that has not stopped me from joining their rank and file. Though to be sure, my reasons for joining are vague...Despite having processed with them some 3 dozen times, their unwillingness to accept me has not waned. The children accost me with insult, and the elders appear annoyed. But not once have I been asked to leave, and so I remain glued to their number as it wends its way through lovely stands of animated aspen and beech.
When we reach a common area, some race to the rockier perches, while others the grassy sprawls, where their fill is eaten and their heads butted ceremoniously. When I attempt to lecture them on economical markets, they call me a traitor and blasphemer. When I read them poetry, I am lampooned.... This I cannot say for sure, as I understand not a word they speak, but I know they think it. Still, though my presence remains anathema, I continue to join them whene'er they pass, and it is always hours later that I discover myself in a town or region completely foreign to me, disappointed and delirious."
Ep. 5 Sermon on Strolling (part I)
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In episode 5, we hear the first of 2 clips from Joris Planck's "Sermon on Strolling." We hope to shine some light on what Joris thought when he took walks.
Transcription of Joris:
"My friends, by which I mean my thoughts suggest leaving my incommodious apartment to visit some public venue or market square. Where wears are whimsically strung betwixt wooden post and lintel, and shrieking children confuse every tall individual within arms reach as their parent.... They tell me to visit manicured gardens where I might espy the governors family eating paté. They tell me to meander the artist quarter to have my silhouette torn from thick paper. And love. Those thoughts, those invasive friends, demand I court and be courted, woo and be wooed. That I might flourish and sire offspring, thereby extending my influence beyond and futurewards.
Well... go into society? Perish the thought, by which I mean send that friendly inhabitant of my mind to the block so as to cleave its gregarious head from its overburdened shoulders. Does it tire of the thicket, bright with irritated chickadees? Or of the stone piercing through the meager soil? What reason have they to forsake such dilemmas for society... But, the moment I move to expel these friends to leave me with my thoughts, I remember that these friends are my thoughts, and I stop, for I daren’t be left alone without them."
Well... go into society? Perish the thought, by which I mean send that friendly inhabitant of my mind to the block so as to cleave its gregarious head from its overburdened shoulders. Does it tire of the thicket, bright with irritated chickadees? Or of the stone piercing through the meager soil? What reason have they to forsake such dilemmas for society... But, the moment I move to expel these friends to leave me with my thoughts, I remember that these friends are my thoughts, and I stop, for I daren’t be left alone without them."
Ep. 4 Sermon On Natural Philosophy
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In episode 4, we hear a clip from Joris Planck's "Sermon on Natural Philosophy." In it, Joris seems to waver on his opinions of science and what it "offers."
Transcription of Joris:
"Why should I care for the sciences, which blast my otherwise illiterate hours with images and scream light upon my gloom. And what of this tedious landscape it proposes? Should we not protest? Aseptic laboratories and perfect mathematics offer a vision of purgatory or worse. I say, show me a mathematics frequently tormented by a trickster god, who adds five daffodils together to make 15, and then shall I take interest in your bleak numerology. But I daren’t frighten my daffodils by bedding them beside beakers and equations.
But do I speak too soon, for what exquisite loneliness this science has to offer, and upon such brilliantly chrom-ed plates — consider: a house on the moon! Why, I can think of no other meditation on solitude more arousing. Imagine, a perpetual horizon of black and grey. Surely such is an existence unparalleled in the history of aesthetics. A tantalizing power science offers. An envious power. Ah, I find myself once again oppressed with envy...."
But do I speak too soon, for what exquisite loneliness this science has to offer, and upon such brilliantly chrom-ed plates — consider: a house on the moon! Why, I can think of no other meditation on solitude more arousing. Imagine, a perpetual horizon of black and grey. Surely such is an existence unparalleled in the history of aesthetics. A tantalizing power science offers. An envious power. Ah, I find myself once again oppressed with envy...."
Ep. 3 Sermon On Whimsy
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In episode 3, we will hear a passage from Joris Planck's "Sermon on Whimsy." Plus, we will hear some feedback from you our listeners!
Transcription of Joris:
"Sometimes I imagine myself some relation of mercurial puck. Perhaps a melancholy uncle who delights not in faerie politics, but the gainful exploitation of their eldritch pastimes of counting winged creatures and wheezing upon too too pollinated air. I would happily take up those less then glamorous occupations of flower disposal and tree maintenance. And while my dainty companions argued over the distribution of magical powders or the intensity of our pixied auras, I would dip hither and thither amongst the mossy stumps, cataloging the growths of imperialist molds.
Insects would come to see me as the Francis of the faeries, and I would repay their adulation with lectures upon wistfulness. In fact, wistfulness would be our only repast, for no food would we handle, our hands sticky from weaving garlands out of resinous foliage. But happily we would all surrender to starvation, with smiles upon our faces, an homage to our starry goddess' horning."
Insects would come to see me as the Francis of the faeries, and I would repay their adulation with lectures upon wistfulness. In fact, wistfulness would be our only repast, for no food would we handle, our hands sticky from weaving garlands out of resinous foliage. But happily we would all surrender to starvation, with smiles upon our faces, an homage to our starry goddess' horning."
Ep. 2 Sermon On Respiration
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In episode 2, we will hear a passage from Joris Planck's "Sermon on Respiration."
I hope to provide some pragmatic insight into this passage, but I wouldn't hold your breath if I were you.
I hope to provide some pragmatic insight into this passage, but I wouldn't hold your breath if I were you.
Transcription of Joris:
"Grim, grim, and ever grimmer grow the weary days as they assault me with their vulgar passings. And with them go all hope of ever catching my breath. I swear, if the air could grow hands from out of its vaporous nothingness, I'm most certain that those moist claws would reach their awful talons around my wrinkled neck and finally achieve what would seem like a decade long conspiracy of the atmosphere's to suffocate me. Why it seems the very sea and air have switched places, and I am to drown as I stand upon dry land. What have you against me, ye clouds and gases? Why anoint my already disappointing open-eyed hours with invisible hatred? And if you must, then at least offer me sweet flavors in which to drown. May the humid gasps I strain be tinted with peppermint oils and orange blossoms. May I at least drown in purple aster, buttercup, and bluebell. But do not, oh I beg of you, do not mock my profane obsession with liquids by depriving me of their sublimest state."
Ep. 1 Sermon On Ethical Action
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For this inaugural episode, we hear a sample from the "Sermon on Ethical Action"
Transcription of Joris:
"Do not envy the trees. They are forced to share the company of other trees indiscriminately. A neighborhood of stoic monoliths, a cathedral teeming with wooden clerics. Notwithstanding the lurid nakedness of their boughs in drearier months, they are an aristocratic lot with sugary blood, dressed in whatever is fashionable that season and crowned with gossiping robins, and only entertaining the attention of those capable and willing to endure being blasted with gales or sharing quarters with insects. A condition reserved for saints and not the commonplace of humanity. But we are the commonplace of humanity! Not one amongst us earns the crown of sainthood, not one should dare claim such a title, and if one rises amidst the crowd of mediocrity, declaring himself modeled upon ministerial morality, then rise the gallows and condemn him to a saintly end. For he proclaimed himself envious of the trees and their saintly way of life and must therefore be strung up amongst them."
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