Archive for March, 2014

Deus Ex Distorsio

not the string played but sympathetic resonance
not the game’s play but its “color”
not the story’s mimesis but its voice over
not the life lived but its historical account
not the  stone but the idea of the stone

 the homing in to the dark space
the removing of the essence to get at the fluff
the study of the interstices, the emptiness between sorrows
the elemental subtraction of all significance to deal, finally, with life

Not the Rock but Sysiphus’ climb back down the hill!
Life is actually about the times when we are not obsessively pursuing
The work/punishment with which we saddle ourselves.
Placed on this rock and given life we commence immediately the struggle
To hang on to it and continue throughout our days.

R.M. Rilke – The Man Watching

Whoever was beaten by this Angel
(who often simply declined the fight)
went away proud and strengthened
and great from that harsh hand,
that kneaded him as if to change his shape.
Winning does not tempt that man.
This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively,
by constantly greater beings.

You remember??? I was 14 when they informed me that the hero in the Ants vs Grasshopper story
was NOT the Grasshopper :-( I am still in abject denial!!!!

Concepts distort rather than reveal reality – William James – j baudrillard cool memories of simulacra –
representations of reality destroy reality. each picture, video, story or verbal representation of
a world 
confines and constricts us to and within a subset of reality.  Each is a spoonful of water
from the river 
that we can never step into again, but, more importantly, one missees the river,
viewing only the 
stepped-into selection and its surroundings. Hearing only the splash of your
feet and croak of the frog 
within your local perspective. Because to conceptualize you must
abstract and to abstract you must 
select what is represented. Selection engenders rejection.
Thus the abstraction is a distortion of 
reality – Poetry is a distortion of reality –
Music is a distortion of reality – Recouinting events is a 
distortion of reality.
(because of its lack of dimensionality it forms an imperfect picture of the 
nature of the actuality.

Je pense donc je fausser

But, WAIT!!!! Poetry (not an abstract idea of poetry) IS reality – prosody; therefore I am.
In the beginning was the word (here a frission, and the sound of hamster snoring, give a
sprinkling palpability to things lurking just outside the cosmos of our sublunary ken.

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