Books against Time is the motto of Counter-Currents, which is the webzine that reaches deepest into the literature of the past from the right of our cultural spectrum. I owe my introduction to Evola, Spengler and Bowden to the work Greg, the editor, has done toward the end of preserving the best thoughts of our keenest minds.
Since Ann suggested I submit something to Greg a half year ago, I've been hoping I would come up with a nonfiction piece that would make Greg's grade.
If you have not read it, I wrote Iron and Paint in an hour and a half on Saturday the 27th of February, after spending all night at work mulling over the impression that had saddled itself upon my mind back on Wednesday, when Mescaline Franklin took me with him to photograph a piece of Western history slated for the all-devouring dustbin of ignorance.
I e-mailed it to Greg and he got back to me within an hour, having decided to run it on Monday and asking for a photo from Mescaline, which is featured in the article.
If you have not read Iron and Paint, or would like to see the photo, click on the link below.
One thing I should have added, about the horses, is their attitude, which jumps out at me in the photo. Jackson's horse is impatient for battle, and Lee's mount hangs its head somberly, its rider cursed to survive the end of his Age, unlike the hero at his side.
James, from my rebel ancestors, thank you. Ishmael.
You are welcome, sir.