Monday, November 14, 2022

Our world is a cracked bell that no longer sounds

- Goethe

Circled with a bright edge

 'And yet it is true it is true. In the destructive element immerse.'... He spoke in a subdued tone, without looking at me, one hand on each side of his face. 'That was the way. To follow the dream, and again to follow the dream- and so- ewig- usque ad finem....' The whisper of his conviction seemed to open before me a vast and uncertain expanse, as of a crepuscular horizon on a plain at dawn- or was it, perchance, at the coming of the night? One had not the courage to decide; but it was a charming and deceptive light, throwing the impalpable poesy of its dimness over pitfalls- over graves. His life had begun in sacrifice, in enthusiasm for generous ideas; he had travelled very far, on various ways, on strange paths, and whatever he followed it had been without faltering, and therefore without shame and without regret. In so far he was right. That was the way, no doubt. Yet for all that the great plain on which men wander amongst graves and pitfalls remained very desolate under the impalpable poesy of its crepuscular light, overshadowed in the centre, circled with a bright edge as if surrounded by an abyss full of flames. When at last I broke the silence it was to express the opinion that no one could be more romantic than himself.

Conrad, Lord Jim

Thursday, June 16, 2022

On Love


From "The Shortest Shadow", by Alenka Zupancic, p.174-175.

Wednesday, May 25, 2022

Eternal Return

I think the eternal return is comparable to when you have a wisp or grasp of an idea or a sentence and it flies away from you and you know if it has any importance or resilience, it will come back, perhaps in a more distilled or complete form. It takes a certain amount of faith, and to fear losing the grasp of concepts sometimes invokes anxiety. But the mere fact that robust concepts are structured to be remembered tells me that we live in a world that operates as gyre, a magical sorting hat. Our agency is delusional, yet when coincidences, synchronicities, and signs surface unexpectedly, my faith in the path (Way) redoubles.

Wednesday, May 4, 2022

Notes on the Third Section of Alenka Zupancic's "The Shortest Shadow"

P.126: 

"God is this radical negativity."

P.127:

"To will nothingness" and "to will something" becomes a hinge such that the structure collapses in upon itself and one is left in depression. The depressive desires nothingness, yet to achieve that desire is to feel the pain that there is nothing to will, like the spirit of gd leaving the body.

 P.133: 

This third eye is in fact the envelope, a double helix with another circle or helix traced inside the center, pure potentiation or non-negative difference.

P.135:

The donkey brays "Ya-Ya" as the beat generation said "yes yes yes" to everything, to piss and shit and fucking indifferently. These blind affirmations are as useless as negations.

P.136:

To affirm is to "set free what lives." This happens by virtue of the eternal return. The gyre spins and at the point of inscription, for the duration of an infinitely short moment, the Real is set free to make its mark.

P.145:

Break on the break. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FFKMtv8tU0U

P.148

Discussion of the metonymic object of desire. This connection between words and desire (as opposed to metaphor) is integral, and relates itself to the fable of What the Tortoise Said to Achilles. This pulsation of perpetual desire is in fact Eros, akin the pulsation of orgasm or the hair flip of a squirrel's tail that is in heat.

P.153

Beyond good and evil is the eternal return.

P.160

"Dead things are looking at us," and the vitality of detritus, squalor. (cf. Jane Bennett)

P.173

"We see the difference between the object and the Thing without ever seeing the Thing." This is the function of parallax.

p.174-175

Zupancic' theory of love.

Thursday, April 28, 2022

That Wonderful Inconsistency

 “Do you want to be a gentleman, to spite her or to gain her over?” Biddy quietly asked me, after a pause.

“I don’t know,” I moodily answered.

“Because, if it is to spite her,” Biddy pursued, “I should think—but you know best—that might be better and more independently done by caring nothing for her words. And if it is to gain her over, I should think—but you know best—she was not worth gaining over.”

Exactly what I myself had thought, many times. Exactly what was perfectly manifest to me at the moment. But how could I, a poor dazed village lad, avoid that wonderful inconsistency into which the best and wisest of men fall every day?

“It may be all quite true,” said I to Biddy, “but I admire her dreadfully.”


- Dickens, Great Expectations

Khora, the womb and formless interval, the matrix of possibility

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kh%C3%B4ra 

All the light that does not blind us resides within the soul

Monday, April 11, 2022

Wednesday, April 6, 2022

If/then

The capacity for rationality is best expressed by the ability to perform networked and causally dependent if/then logic. If/then logic demonstrates an understanding of timing, sequence, chained prognostication. I once had an ex named Anna G who appeared to not be able to plan beyond the moment.

reversal as negation