Monthly Archives: February 2013

H.G. WELLS – The Sleeper wakes (1899)

THE AWAKENING

But Warming was wrong in that. An awakening came. What a wonderfully complex thing! this simple seeming unity—the self! Who can trace its reintegration as morning after morning we awaken, the flux and confluence of its countless factors interweaving, rebuilding, the dim first stirrings of the soul, the growth and synthesis of the unconscious to the subconscious, the subconscious to dawning consciousness, until at last we recognise ourselves again. And as it happens to most of us after the night’s sleep, so it was with Graham at the end of his vast slumber. A dim cloud of sensation taking shape, a cloudy dreariness, and he found himself vaguely somewhere, recumbent, faint, but alive.

The pilgrimage towards a personal being seemed to traverse vast gulfs, to occupy epochs. Gigantic dreams that were terrible realities at the time, left vague perplexing memories, strange creatures, strange scenery, as if from another planet. There was a distinct impression, too, of a momentous conversation, of a name—he could not tell what name—that was subsequently to recur, of some queer long-forgotten sensation of vein and muscle, of a feeling of vast hopeless effort, the effort of a man near drowning in darkness. Then came a panorama of dazzling unstable confluent scenes….

H.G. Wells, The Sleeper wakes, http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/12163

DAS ERWACHEN

Warming behielt nicht recht, der Schläfer erwachte. Der Mensch, dieses komplizierte Wesen, kann sich kaum erklären, was vor sich geht, wenn er aus tiefem Schlaf allmorgendlich in den hellen Tag zurückfindet. Welche Phasen durchschreitet seine Seele, von den ersten unbewussten Regungen über das dämmernde Bewusstsein bis zum klaren Erkennen seiner selbst?

Grahams Pilgerreise aus der ungeheuren Nacht zurück in den Tag schien über Abgründe hinwegzugehen und Epochen zu dauern. Gigantische Träume, die zu der Zeit furchtbare Wirklichkeit waren, hinterliessen in ihm die verwirrende Erinnerung an seltsame Geschöpfe in einer Landschaft, die es auf diesem Planeten nicht gab. Einen deutlichen Eindruck hatte er von einer gewichtigen Unterhaltung, von einem Namen – er konnte nicht sagen, von welchem Namen -, der später wieder auftauchen sollte. Auch an das Gefühl einer hoffnungslosen Anstrengung eines Menschen, der sich dagegen wehrt, im Dunkel unterzugehen. Dann kam ein Panorama von verwirrenden, unruhigen und unklaren Szenen.

H.G. Wells, Wenn der Schläfer erwacht, München: DTV, 2005, p. 21

Ulver Statement

Ulver is obviously not a black metal band and does not wish to be stigmatized as such. We acknowledge the relation of part I & III of the Trilogie (Bergtatt & Nattens Madrigal) to this culture, but stress that these endeavours were written as stepping stones rather than conclusions. We are proud of our former instincts, but wish to liken our association with said genre to that of the snake with Eve. An incentive to further frolic only. If this discourages you in any way, please have the courtesy to refrain from voicing superficial remarks regarding our music and/or personae. We are as unknown to you as we always were.

Metamorphosis EP, 1999