Wednesday, 17 April 2019

Everything is not necessary


The nowhere existing unconscious not-being is necessarily inexistent -- absolutely nothing. Only in relation to this un-being it is meaningful to talk about everything. This is how that which doesn't exist becomes a necessary foundation to the existence of that which is, because this is how also that which exists becomes absolute, but not necessary, because only that which doesn't exist can't be stopped from not being.
Even when something is, the nothing isn't. The fact that there is something that exists doesn't change this, whatever that something is. The nothing is real therefore everything can be without limits. This is fundamentally true: The absolute difference between that which exists, and that which doesn't is immediate and absolute. That which is, is not nothing, it is something, therefore, it is the corpus we can study, what we have, because that which isn't can't be studied. Still, the nothing, as everything else, can be thought of, and it can be understood. Actually, it is even easy, if not the easiest thing, because, as a fundamental binary opposite to everything, it is the most simple thing we can talk about with this abstract language of ours tha,t thus allows us to talk about something abstract that doesn't exist as a referent.

Everything is infinite, because outside of it there is only nothing, a nowhere. This hardly consitutes a limit, as it categorically doesn't exist.

Wherever we look, we see something, and for one, we can maybe see space, a distance between things, that lends us something to refer to when we talk about this nothing, like when we talk about darkness as lack of light, the space where something can be, but is not there, not necessarily. That abstract emptiness will hover there pregnant with possibility, without limitations of time and open to more dimensions than what we can think of. There everything is possible, but not necessary.

Of course, it is not so simple when we think of this nothing as a quantum nothingness (one that can be compared to, contrasted to a metaphysical nothing because a quantum state is something that can be imagined not being, but still something), or begin from the dimensionality of the zero. But, all the more, the zero is also a dimension, and as such it, is also a quantum state, and that fundamental dimension is the non-limit that defines everything as limitless also in terms of physics.

We can say that everything thus relates to nothingness, but what do we then  really mean? Perhaps it means that whatever we think, doesn't have to be exactly as we think it is, because nothing is limited to our perception of it. Or maybe it is just something that our abstract language allows, that thus creates this illusion that the nothing has features, when we in fact, we should be talking about non-features. Just as when we talk about the zero dimension, we in fact relate that to the dimensions that are possible because of this nothing. But we can't assume that we know anything about the existing dimensions based on this nothing, because it doesn't predicate anything, it just allows them the possibility, in fact, infinite potential.

We can picture the absolute binary of everything and nothing, and have this singularity of being as opposed to nothing, and contrasted to this nothing, everything becomes singular. Does it then mean that everything is singular? Or does it also mean that, as there thus can be one thing, there can be a second thing, and that, in relation to the first and nothing, it also means that there could be a third, the nothing being always an open possibility, and presents thus a factor that adds infinite potential to everything?

Rendering everything infinitiely complex and thus infinitely relative, like the axis of zero around itself, a paradox of infinite potential, this nihil is a non binding statement, but as such a statement that makes all crimes not necessary, the will free, and our responsibility full. What we make of things is limited by nothing, therefore we are not excused by any fundamental necessity. Yes, it is, thus, a hard line that draws this zero, that holds all light and conceals it, leaving us no right and wrong, but relative preferences to define ethics by our own relations, leaving us to be defined by our own free will or lack thereof, a lack that is just as passive as the zero, and thus allows everything as a limit equal to nothing.

Like choosing to be at the zero state, a non being particle, and thus not even individual. As it is not necessary to be, and your body, however limited, has that option, but that in relation to everything your body allows you. In fact, it is not that being is without meaning because it is relative, but that it is meaningful, because it is as relative as your body. Meaning itself is derived from relations, from context. You could say or do whatever or nothing the next moment, thus making the statement that you have no limits, but if it was truly random , it could be anything, that is so closely related to being nothing, and always an option, but that is equally always a resignation. You resign what you could be in these conditions where it is possible for what you are to be something, and not anything.

Paradoxically, this unnecessity, leaves us, in deed, with the question `to be or not to be?´ and we get to choose every moment according to what we want to be within this context that gives us meaning as opposed to nothing. The context within which we are real by our relativity, the blessed limit between what we are in relation to the infinite potential of imagination that is so close to nothing, because there everything is possible, and where, without a body, a perspective, we would lose ourselves becoming at one with the infinity that opens from nothing. What we are as humans, our relation to the world, and to each other, these makes us something.The nothing does not need to be proven by an act of whim, as if nothing matters, because it does.
 



Sunday, 7 April 2019

That it is all disjointed




Do sigh, draw breath
we are not in a hurry
always

Take time to reach the end
you can't fast forward anything
as nonsense

all is message

every noise that startled you
is as much there as everything else
and the words refer to this,
the same underlying context

the meaning of which
has no outside
other than that abstract
nothing

we can all equally imagine

and everything else
is for us as fragmented
as our perception.

Tuesday, 12 February 2019

So I love



And why I came here, this far?
Separated from you 
--and I miss you so much --
What was it
that gave me this
determination
before I could choose?

-- so painfully severed --

Like I wanted to be born
to just be left alone,
as if a child would refuse
being picked up to loving arms.

-- I would not resist when you touch me ---

Why am I bleeding,
why you have wounds?
Can I just give up
and let you eat me?
Would I then feel the love

-- I need it so much,
is that why I can't have it? --

So I love these scavengers,
pitch black ravens,
wolves at leisure,
-- maybe I can sleep
with a grizzly-bear
until the spring and ferocious
hunger --

the bottom feeders that come to me
when I dive all the way down


in the black water,
peat bog darkness,

like ancient ghosts
pickled in acids
waiting to be reborn
in stead of being
like sacks 
of mummified leather
holding brittle'd fibers
inside

too rigid to caress

I swear, they come to lick
my tears with tongues like tiger's

and in return I tattoo my name
on their lips
with infernal black ink,
my blood and marrow,
it is not decadent to swallow,
and wash down with ash-water

after we burned it all
and have nothing else left
but a scarred heart
and a freely squirming spine

ready to twist
as much as it takes
to do what needs to be done
for another day,

another life
in a future
that will remain
like tomorrow,
not yet here

but patiently waiting
the passing of these moments
and our duty to survive
to be passed on

under the same stars,
here, where talk of the devil
blends with the dust

moved with the wind
that grinds every crust
to the same shreds
that never stop moving.

Or do you have a passion
to stop it moving?
And if so, why is that?

Who are you, then, 
for that?

Why would you want to stop moving
-- so that the wind could take you?

Sad beyond reason
to refuse like that
and resist all but entropy.

Oh, shiver and flake
off and out
casually with the bites of time.

Sent that wish
to have at least been
against merciless odds
for a moment defiant


but sure to give up,
let go and release
the remains
back to the world.

(Even the body was never mine.)

Friday, 1 February 2019

black flag


a flag is an exclamation,
a banner for a manifestation
under which we stand
to manifest

nihil imperat
but out of necessity
we adapt

like water
as set by nature
it runs

and we write
with water
died black
with the pigments
of ink

so that our words
would stay on paper
stating our story
(not his nor her)

sinking to the past,
slightly slower than castles in the sand,
but we are here by an equal right

to construct at will,
each our own,
human together

like our consciousness,
a collective

and it is as by heart
as it is rational

that we come to common cause
from nihil,

pudenda origo,

for those who thought that
going towards god is going as far from the world
and its organic body as possible
and into the abstract dream at the end of history,
well, our flag proclaims freedom from you,
and it is black, because you said white
is supreme.


(c. another great pic by Asta Kaluževičiūtė)

Wednesday, 30 January 2019

Vox Clamantis In Deserto

How important it is to know you are not alone? I can tell you: very. In the solitude you slowly shed your humanity, I know this, become an animal ready to run at sight of those apex predator beasts that you just alienated yourself from. The willful exile, they call it, the punishment for being the insolent that trespassed, yes, and stumbled on some things that touched you somewhere so deep you'd rather forget such stigma, hold on to your purity and innocence rather than integrity, because everyone you touch with this black acid will tell you, you did this to yourself. If not already contaminated by original sin, you can't just say you were innocent to begin with. Well, they also say you must suffer to be an artist... "Art, Camus claims, is not owned by the privileged, and a literature that encompasses everyone is a stronger art. `In the face of so much suffering, if art insists on being a luxury, it will also be a lie,´ he said. He continued that `if there is any man who has no right to solitude, it is the artist. Art cannot be a monologue… Art advances between two chasms, which are frivolity and propaganda.´ Towards the end, Camus noted that `all greatness, after all, is rooted in risk. The time of irresponsible artists is over.´ In a line that has stayed with me, Camus cuts to the core of what great art must aim for, regardless of its author or ken: `[t]he aim of art… is not to legislate or to reign supreme, but rather to understand first of all.´ Art does not seek to dictate the rigid laws of a society; instead, it must seek to try to capture something true about the world it conjures up. Camus goes on to condemn art crafted purely out of hate. We must do the opposite of hatred, which, as I said after Trump’s election, is not love, but empathy, understanding." (This is from an outstanding literary essay by Gabrielle Bellot: On Danticat, Camus, and the Art of Exile)
Yeah, it is not a fucking luxury to write yourself a sentence that condemns you to an absurd isolation you can't talk about without sounding fucking crazy. Yes, maybe a bit tongue in cheek, biting it to forget the pain you are about to inflict on yourself as you describe the way to reach the absurd desert integrity will lead you if you don't fucking submit... It is fucking selfish, you understand, to ask for the poison that ends it, now hand it to me, I want nobody to follow, I don't want to map this pain, to continue the melodrama of a drunken lunatic howling, the vox clamantis in deserto. And just like that the circle is closed, the ascension led back to where you started; the hysterical animal at the mercy of nature.
Maybe you learned something, you became an altered animal, one with a sense of self, of trajectory, a purpose as long as you can live with the pain, and don't succumb to fear knowing that the dangers are real out there in the open and you go naked.
(Pic by Asta Kaluževičiūtė)

Monday, 31 December 2018

What comes after Capitalism/Post-modernity?

This is a quick piece written after a Bloomberg Opinion article gave me inspiration enough to rise from the hangover that probably immobilizes most after hard parties of the New Year: What comes after Capitalism? "Beginning with the breakup of the Hapsburg Empire, Slobodian’s lucidly written intellectual history traces the ideas of a group of Western thinkers who sought to create, against a backdrop of anarchy, globally applicable economic rules. Their attempt, it turns out, succeeded all too well in our own time. We stand in the ruins of their project, confronting political, economic and environmental crises of unprecedented scale and size." So it is quite right, and just the right time, to ask what comes after Capitaism, as Capitalism wasn't the end of history after all, but another condition that precipitates a change accordingly, and Capitalism was accompanied with the philosophy of Post-modernism, both offering the same de-constructive iconoclasm, "fall of meaning" as William S. Burroughs called it, (symbols fall like dead leaves on the streets, smell of burnt film in the air) and nobody seemed to see a way out of it. Well, we fucking see what we want when the push comes to shove, and we find a way out when it comes to survival, and that way is the way of incredulity, Nihilism, diligent and meticulous scientific reasoning that tells us the only way out of this existential crisis is to let the idols fall and trust no image, because the image was clearly false. Time goes on, we evolve, and now is the time to not believe in invisible hands guiding the markets for greater good; there are no such things. For everyone alone taking up the system is too much, and if we can trust something, we can trust the pressing need to survive, that forced the ancient people in primitive (anarchistic) societies to cooperate.
(The Troll that wonders how old he is by Kittelsen)
And remember, nihilism isn't about hopeless pessimism either, when understood correctly this fundamental distrust in myths and besserwissers who claim to know all for everyone is based in scientific rationality, and the scientific uncertainty principle is all encompassing. It gives us radical optimism on the darkest hours just before midnight; we don't know that all hope is gone either. Political Nihilism is not business as usual, it is a practical philosophy much like that of Spinoza's, and guided by cynicism, like dogs, we will bite the feeding hand if it delivers poison, and become wild and ungovernable to be free and open for a new future we make for ourselves.

Friday, 28 December 2018

Pirate song, but I must ask, what's wrong in fucking around if you don't break families and use a condom? And Pirates under the black flag were freedom fighters, yes? All for a better more free social organization. There's a Ghost of Chance (book by William S. Burroughs) that it works and we can high-jack the system and change it to make it ours.
Fleurety: Animal of the City