Day 2

July 8th 1822
Death of Percy Bysshe Shelley

If Win­ter comes, can Spring be far behind?”
– Per­cy Bysshe Shelley

Per­cy Bysshe Shel­ley was a cen­tu­ry-and-a-half too ear­ly. Futur­is­tic Shel­ley, the first mod­ern artist: pro­lif­ic, prophet­ic, and torn from us far too soon. Dead at 29, Shel­ley, more even than Lord Byron him­self, was the pro­to rock star. In life, in work and in death he exud­ed rebel­lion, con­front­ed and sub­vert­ed social mores, and brought forth rad­i­cal ideas still dis­tant. Ideas of non-vio­lent resis­tance, veg­e­tar­i­an­ism and free love are all con­cepts still unac­cept­able to many even today: Shel­ley was far more shock­ing, chal­leng­ing God and State, the very foun­da­tions of soci­ety. Poor Shel­ley, and poor us. For we need him now. We need him and his athe­ism now more than ever before… his par­tic­u­lar brand of athe­ism, that is. Shelley’s was a deeply spir­i­tu­al, hea­then athe­ism – in con­stant cel­e­bra­tion of the nat­ur­al world, in con­stant rejec­tion of the God as Over­lord. His works teemed with thoughts more eas­i­ly suit­ed to essays, instead there­in tak­ing the form of ecsta­t­ic epic lyric poet­ry. He demand­ed that his poems be read with the seri­ous­ness of polit­i­cal tract. Por­ten­tous­ly, Shel­ley him­self declared that “poets are the unac­knowl­edged leg­is­la­tors of the world.”

Shel­ley hums with dis­con­tent. He was the black cloud of objec­tion who fore­saw a com­ing storm of civ­il unrest still near two cen­turies away. He’s not just pro­to-rock star: he was pro­to-Tran­scen­den­tal­ist, pro­to-Beat­nik, pro­to-Peace Activist. The futur­is­tic mind­sets that Per­cy Shel­ley played with antic­i­pat­ed by scores of years the duty-bound defi­ance of Hen­ry David Thore­au, and the mar­tyr-like non-vio­lence of Mahat­ma Gand­hi and Mar­tin Luther King, Jr. And yet his unpar­al­leled high ide­al­ism ensured that Shel­ley was nev­er a mere naysay­er: he offered an entire­ly new way, replete with alter­na­tives. For all his crit­i­cisms of this unjust world, he wrote in equal mea­sure of its aston­ish­ing beau­ties. Moved to his very core by cer­tain oth­er poets and artists, Shel­ley cel­e­brat­ed and mythol­o­gised them as heroes, prof­fer­ing them to the wider world, hold­ing them aloft as rich evi­dence of oth­er exotics whose par­al­lel visions of the earth vin­di­cat­ed the extreme man­ner in which he viewed life. And so, on this the sec­ond day of the SydArthur Fes­ti­val – where­in we seek to cel­e­brate vol­canic minds – let’s hon­our Shel­ley in that same exul­tant spir­it that he would hon­our others.

Few 1967 musi­cal pro­tag­o­nists ven­tured any­where near the ‘Euro­pean Son’ raga-la-ma of the J. Cale-peri­od Vel­vets – only the tumult grind of this Faine Jade dit­ty and The Vejta­bles insane ‘Shad­ows’ 45 comes imme­di­ate­ly to mind. So today let’s cel­e­brate Faine Jade’s mas­ter­piece ‘It Ain’t True’, and do search out the mar­vel­lous con­tem­po­rary accom­pa­ny­ing film, in which he is trolled by a Nico looka­like upon her very own DESERTSHORE.

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