In Angela Yuriko Smith's poem "Lost Generations," the people of the title are flying through outer space, their mission to populate the galaxy. They come to grief when they fall into a black hole. They and the greater humanity they represent reach outward: this is a mission of hope and positive purpose. They are to be progenitors of a new star people.
Contrast this with the despair and negative purpose of the three previous fictional works by men, "The Last Bonneville" by F. Paul Wilson, "Night Fishing" by Caitlín R. Kiernan, and "A Ghost Story for Christmas" by Paul Cornell. In Mr. Wilson's story, his title character, Dwight Bonneville, has encountered an outer abyss. In reaching outward, though, he has gained the means by which to prevent his fellow men from doing the same. He enforces the quarantine of Earth, imposed by "Our Owner." He heads off "the mission of Man" as in Angelo Yuriko Smith's poem. Bonneville is at cross purposes with her "lost generations."
In "Night Fishing" and "A Ghost Story for Christmas," the lead characters fall inward into their own abysses. There isn't any reaching outward at all, or if there is, their reaching is thwarted by their own inward purposes. Both men are more or less in despair, separated from themselves, from God, and from the rest of humanity. Instead of in an outward star, they have black holes within themselves.
There may be autism in Mr. Cornell's lead character. There may be solipsism behind Mr. Kiernan's. I have written about the worm ouroboros, or uroboros, as Camille Paglia spells it. Ouroboros is solipsistic. It completely encloses itself and is wrapped up in itself. The image of ouroboros is of a snake swallowing its own tail, like the hoop snake of folklore, or Friedrich August Kekulé's dream of the benzene molecule. (That's Kekulé, not Kukla, and Kukla is the clown, not the dragon.)
So ouroboros takes the form of an open circle. In the middle is a hole, a void. The solipsistic person is also a self-enclosing circle. Inside of him there may very well be a void. A two-dimensional representation of a black hole, the star that swallows Ms. Smith's "lost generations," is also circular. Although it's called a hole, it isn't really a hole. It's not nothing actually but everything, all swallowed up and smashed together. In the movie The Black Hole (1979), the star of the title is actually a hole, the entrance to what we would now call a wormhole. Inside that hole, the surviving characters have a diabolical vision in the form of the red robot Maximilian swallowing up and encasing his master Reinhardt. At the end of the wormhole there is a bright light, as in a near-death experience. The characters fly through a chrystaline Gothic archway to reach it and emerge, reborn, on the other side.
Information does not escape from a black hole. We know nothing of what lies inside. In contrast, a black hole knows everything of what lies outside of itself, for everything falls into its limitless mass. Nonetheless, you could say that, because it is completely enclosed on itself and wrapped up in itself, a black hole is a solipsistic star. It is the star of its own show. Its favorite movie is The Black Hole, which is about itself.
As I said before, "Lost Generations" by Angela Yuriko Smith stands apart from the stories by men so far in the Cosmic Horror Issue of Weird Tales. Their visions of cosmic horror are more or less the same, a combination of Fort and Nietzsche, an inward kind of horror of ownership and abysses. Hers is outward, with no Nietzsche or Fort in sight, the cosmos itself, in the form of the black hole, being the source of that horror.
Original text copyright 2024 Terence E. Hanley
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