Preserving the Culture

What do you listen to? What do you read? What art moves your soul? None of these are rhetorical questions, really reflect on them deeply. If you’re advocating for a better tomorrow and only win a burned out husk of a civilization – what did you actually win?

This is now the state of the world we’re in collectively. Those of European ancestry have both everything to lose and everything to gain. First and foremost, it needs to be stated what our culture is. To the best of my understanding, it is a thoughtful and deeply aesthetic examination of the mathematical patterns that naturally occur within this world.

Personally, I’m something of a musician, and have been since childhood. My first instrument was the clarinet, an instrument that I felt profoundly “uncool” for playing. Yet, I felt a paradoxical satisfaction when I played it well. Later, I moved on to piano, then finally picked up an electric guitar once I started high school.
Since then, I’ve put in the practice, played with different bands, sold my gear, bought new gear, became frustrated and uninspired and sold most of my gear yet again, only to get new gear and start playing again. If you’re a musician, you might understand this strange and mercurial relationship with music, if you’re not, it may seem psychotic.

Now, how does the above tangent relate to culture and art? Observation and pattern recognition.

There is absolutely no people on the face of the Earth who have synthesized raw passion and obsessive analysis the way Europeans have. Whether it be Albrecht Durer’s A.D. 1500 self portrait or Antonio Vivaldi’s Lute Concerto from the 1730s. Both exquisite beauty and extraordinary intelligence are exemplified in these works. Although these two examples are unique, they are not rare. There is an unparalleled concentration of Chartres Cathedrals, Beethoven’s, Bechamp’s (Pasteur was a liar), and Douglas Mawson’s spread out through Europe.

We are the descendants of artists, scientists, philosophers, physicians, mathematicians, explorers, musicians, and engineers. Everything that the vast unwashed masses clamor over like bilge-rats on a sinking ship to pillage came from us. The stately and beautiful plantations of the South occupy a great portion of the continuity of that legacy, too.

Most of us could only imagine how regal the Antebellum South was. And, it would be utterly ridiculous to claim that non-Southerners had anything to do with its’ construction. I come from a long line of skilled tradesmen. Intelligent men who found their way into construction due to their initial station in life, yet were destined for more than back-breaking manual labor. Pride of quality craftsmanship is a subtle nuance that only those with intelligent and deliberate analysis are capable of. The aesthetic features of plantations were created by master carpenters and master masons trained to a European standard of Old World craftsmanship.

I’d conclude by saying that whatever you do well, do it to the best of your ability. We all preserve the artistry of our culture in our own unique work and carried out to the best of our individual capability. And, not necessarily in the Christian context of pridefulness. It takes intense soul-searching to know what talent and artistry the Good-Lord bestowed within you. It is your purpose as a man to find it and share it with the world.

As recent events have bore out – it is easy to destroy. It takes nothing less than communion with God in order to create something beautiful and inspiring.

-By Dixie Anon

P.S. Southern rock still lives!