last night I closed my eyes
keeping very still, I climbed aboard the spaceship
soaring through all the colorful layers
carefully observing the textures and shape of sound
noticing that what I once beleived is inside
is actually out!
How foolish.
Everyone was there, dancing.
Even the devil and the all the angels.
I awoke, snarling like a giant serpant.
A hissing, spitting tiger.
lurking in my private night chamber.
the essence of all things,
held and sealed tight within
Jubilation, I have died and am now risen
the goal is accessing the space between
The realm of Lunatics, the spirits of the dead.
Here the trees themselves are alive and are listening.
My eyes are wide open, jaw cleched.
Staring at the space between.
Breathing open the gate
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Riding the invisible rocket.
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Super.
I have an intuition similar to this one, meaning that things are defined by their very in-betweenness.
Start by going from the quantum, to the molecular, to the biomolecular, to the organelle (what many believe is actually an ancient bacteria on an aside), to the cell, to the tissue, to the organ, to the organ system, to me, then you, our families, and then the social body.
As you go from one of these things to the other, you conflate or deflate depending on which way you go, but at the very least, from going from one to the other, you have to enter a space that essentially contains nothing simply because as one thing ends, it stops, and then something else begins. Surely this has to be the case, as we know that these things are not the same in content nor in form, so they really don't bleed into each other, at least not completely.
So again, as something ends, it essentially becomes what it is not, from whence something else begins, and so on and so forth.
The crazy thing is that this blankness, this in-betweenness, I feel somehow contains all the information necessary to define any one of these things, because the only way I can know something, is to know its absence, or what it is not.
In effect, I tend to reject the conventional idea that we know something because of what it is.
I claim that all of these things are more defined by what they are not. Reality, by its very nature, is relational and comparative.
So again, to know is to look in-between.
I think this has more umpf if you think of the consequences of their formations.
So thinking about it vitally is a good way to understand what I mean: we don't know what animates life, yet it is in one sense the workings of all of these things together, of their interaction, of their interaction at their points of contact, or absence, otherwise their in-betweenness.
So in a related sense, this blankness plausibly contains the information that animates life.
If you don't like vitalism, you can think of any system in this way, whether mechanistic or probabilistic. Things have to hinge or correlate in order to work, and its in that hinge or correlation that that thing becomes relevant, or if you will, REAL.
:)
You can also consider it graphically: imagine an x and y axis, and think about a leaf. The leaf's material content starts at 1 on the x axis, as it is one leaf. If you move along the y axis, or along the leaf towards it's edge, that line starts curving downward, until is reaches the y axis, or zero on the x, meaning that the leaf's content ends. Here, there is a gap, and then something else starts up again, the air, another leaf, etc, rising towards one on the x axis until it reaches its full content, and then coming back down again to nothing, and so on and so forth.
I'm not sure what this last example demonstrates, but it is part of this intuition.
In the end, this is all very Hegelian in fact, and marvellous in nature.
:)
And to those that say all I am doing is recognizing a frivolous created and imposed duality, I tell them it is a dialectic, which brings forth generative properties, in essence becoming infinite the minute you move in any direction, the pulse of reality if you will.
Reality largely imposes on me, not the other way around.
Yikes, this break from working was fruitful I think.
ha! a break from working, eh?
some might call the above piece of writing "work", but hey... whatever makes your picnic, chum.
Indeed, I became aware of this inbetweeness especially in the music. Where things not heard or insinuated somehow open up a whole other range of inaudible musical substance.
And that place truly is the source of it all.
Man it sounds like jibberish but that's the only way to describe it.
I admire dudes like Carlos who seem to be able to access information via linguistic reasoning that I (being a gnostic) need to experience direclty in order to understand.
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