Woke to the words (and it is only ever words which wake me):
be prepared to be
on your way
on that last day.
The same shone first (and if ever anything wakes me it is only light).
Shone first, shines within, and this same light will shine out at last.
The word wordless when these, wordless, have many sayings
yet little string to hold them.
So how is it, wordless and stringless, they have their world strung together?
A day out with friends in 1990
Silent super 8 film.
As the ways
of chivalry,
so the current ways of doing commerce will one day be arcane. The mysteries of the round table were also the tabulations of exchange. And in days to come, should those days arrive, then the mysterious manner of knighthood may be at least as distant and at least as impenetrable as the current urgency of exploitation and electronic usury and the leverage of false scarcity.
Yet the troubadour sung trail of the chivalrous is a dream which still marks our trail. The city is mustered around heraldic banners and its names are heaped atop of old stories, and those squeezed out, paled, redrawn, elaborated and once more forgotten memorials still run their course within our consciousness.
Maybe these stories, sunk just below that which can be approached in the presumptions of rationality, are actually those forms around which the new myths of finance and banking take shape?
It all comes down to a moment when the red knight, the green knight, the white knight, and black knight commingle in a quantum affray. The white sheep are black sheep, the black sheep are white, they cross the river and reverse, they cross the river and reverse: the black sheep are white sheep, the white sheep are black.
I stand at the Cripple Gate, a solitary beggar awaiting sustenance from trade. Elusive trade of the city, my rags speak me as a poor traveller, a stranger. My manners are alien.
Grand towers arise, sparkle and glory, the king-in-deed. The architecture is sovereign in expression, and its role is to make beggars stand at a gate through which royalty will never pass.
Ownership is a drapery
and the deep is an act of the imagination
which cuts
a hole in the drapery.
I see through a hole the clouds. The enormous volume of these clouds, stretched height and length, give to the panorama an assurance of the land’s enormity.
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John Constable, “A Cloud Study, Sunset,” ca. 1821. |
And the volume of the land below, stretched and pushed, still conclude in the vastness of rock below. The visible land drapes across an invisible mantle.
The roots underneath and the clouds above and my time as a smeared volume running between.
There is a mereness to the meeting.
We can peek; these the meek scales, these the timings we cannot attain; these are journeys already made, the length which continues
beyond and outside of the seen moment.
Our imagination is continually absconding from the tumult of dimensions, but vastness is the duty of imagining.
Here is the urban drapery.
Here is the studded surface of attentiveness.
The chemical and the electronic gather as the armed do muster in the feld and as castle formed the manor. The robes of the legendary are not long enough to cover our immodest awareness.
Often the shallows are as impenetrable as the deeps.
Often the greatest depths will flit away without note, entirely insubstantial.
Often the surface of a building will stimulate one’s memory. Memory is another drapery.
The imaginable shallows are a drapery of heavy grief, sometimes lifted in order to flirt with the disowned and unseen depths.
Vastness is the calling, the horrified call. And response to the call devastates chronological time.
These devastation are moments of transition.
We are in transit.
We are devastated
therefore the drapery has been lifted ruffled cut
or otherwise
disturbed
other-wise is
and will be therefore
the irruption in moment.
Non-time in time and no-place in this place. Therefore the irruption of moment in moment is this
and this is forever transformative.
That old saw,
Eternity
is that which hides.
This cut-out cup holds infinity,
so therefore this container is infinitely larger than the infinite
although that which holds the infinite is not necessarily eternal.
It is a hollow cup which holds a deep draught,
the longer the drink the emptier the cup.
To quaff forever is to taste the eternal
vanishing.
Cup and liquid may be infinitely present and yet
we thirst.
Where our foot falls, the step on ground rolling with the walk
then this step sounds
resonant below, going
into ground, rolling away
to stop
This stillness spills returning silence.
Our walk grounds ashore the beach,
foot falls from deep and far.
This to and fro of sand.
I am beached in the glisten of glass
milling its depths.
My shadow blows its coolness across heaps,
the ground remains of my ancestral skeleton,
and the shadow of my shadow is hot.
A great heat melts dust
to sudden flood.
A shape is formed,
something like a cup
in which the eternal hides.
Everything reflects.
Reflection is a division.
All light is divided all ways, in this manner is the spectra perceived.
Perception is an analysis of the reflection, a division further divided.
We daily partake of the infinite in this manner.
(( Neither is there a smallest part of what is small, but there is always a smaller (for it is impossible that what is should cease to be). Likewise there is always something larger than what is large.
— Anaxagoras ))
By reflection the world is infinitely and minutely and exquisitely constructed.
The construction is light infinitely reflected, light reflected from light.
Reflection is our manner of infinite perception.
Our infinite perception is entangled with many qualities of the spectra.
Matter is the mannerism of reflective perception, a spectrum of qualities.
In the spectrum of qualities consciousness is reflected.
Consciousness knots together reflection. Light multiplied by light.
The eternal, that which holds the infinite, is subject neither to division nor multiplication and therefore it is beyond perception.
The eternal is open to awareness via an infinite reflection. From what may such an incomprehensible force reflect? Its own light, which we the knotted reflection cannot perceive.
Primordial language generated as an awareness of incomprehension.
A sheer surface of mute return, this word as the first reflection.
Reflection, refraction, perception; first consciousness as a knot woven in an infinite drop.
A light which balls around itself; in this curling motion the finite is invented. Therefore by perceiving the falling the falling does not go on forever.
The curl is the first shape of creation.
The curl instantiates infinite light, invents its finitude, and insinuates eternity.
A pluripotent cell
holds in restraint certain possibilities.
This a non-genetic adaptation which even so is added to generation after generation. (The stably heritable phenotype resulting from changes in a chromosome without alterations to the DNA sequence.)
That temporal adaptations can be passed in intergenerationally by means other than culture.
That culture itself may nonetheless be an expression of previous temporal adaptations,
Play and play amongst species cannot be dismissed as a means of moulding the response. The moulded response may inspire a change over time, and this inside time and biology may be passed on.
Play “pass it on”.
Altruism as play.
When play is logistically difficult altruism may not be.
When altruism is generally not required playfulness most certainly will be.
When altruism is not required play can now become apparent.
Bacterium love to share.
Seeded information transcends species barrier.
Altruism and play are instances when both social and species barrier may be blurred without the requirements of predation or consumption.
Pass it on.
Any one species may be found.
Any one species may be found as a moment.
Any arrested moment may be found as species yet species may be found to be community, an instance of trans-entity in cooperation.
The shape of the cell is a multiplicity.
The shaped community is a collection.
Temporal adaptations are held in an a-temporal pattern.
Myths tell stories literally told in the blood, even as those blood stories can over time become become distorted by a miasma of fantasy.
Phantasms of bad blood.
The brutalism of biology as competing communities whence competition is stripped of its playful core.
If the telling of blood cannot participate in the playful community from which it came, the pluripotent cell as original ground, then there is a “must” inherited also. The “must” of it wallows in this strange fug of species domination and predation.
Illusion as an adaptation to timelessness within the strict grain of time, this humourless game.
A temporal adaptation called utility.
Use value denies that everything is given and this may be useful, for a moment.
What is it which changes a culture, what is which changes an inheritance?
Collective unconscious may provide a flow of good order, running still even beneath fug, miasma, and illusion.
Individually and communally there is a response to the flowing order. A revelation which can be transmission, unlearnt learning.
Knowing is always recognition and this occurs before it is cultural elaboration.
Deep memory is always prior to a rational or competitive testing.
Testing is not telling.
What you know you know as participation.
It it is the telling of an original moment which is a-temporal and dynamic. Time without time within an instant.
As a dog returns to its own vomit
so I return to the infinite.
As a dog will try to eat its dinner
several times over
so I am sure that there is taste in here
a food of goodness and divine savour
except the meat has fallen off the platter
this gross overspill of stuff
matter and the awkward rhyme of splatter.
So an infinity can be located in materiality.These innumerable grains of sand, the shy stand of number which will forever evade the count.
Infinite number as material presence must yet be held.
Infinity rests within that which can hold it.
Only the eternal might bracket and cup an infinite.
If such materiality which is infinitely going on is not held, even in miasma or mist, then such infinite matter as we apprehend
is
a bootstrapped reality pulled up by its own become.
Hoopla!
Then it is nothing. Infinity is materiality encountered through nothing and that nothing through which the infinite falls is eternal.
Presence of nothingness, the infinite partakes thereof.
And infinitely that which is nothing shares its own lack of substance, materially and presently, and thus the eternal moves thought within the potent of here and this.
By material expression
awareness and substance
can be found as an infinite operation within the present tense.
The given, given even of nothing, becomes something. Something is now nested within its own fecund void, which is eternal.
The eternal is greater than the infinite, even as it may only be detected within the infinite movement of substance.
Here and this snares thought and perception. Awareness is entangled with the infinite materiality of finitude.
This entanglement is connection made via regard, such connection as modelled in the neural pathways. Entanglement evokes consciousness.
Consciousness is not necessarily made, not necessarily called forth, and consciousness does not necessarily pre-exist the regard by which it is noted. Even so, consciousness does appear to be necessary. It is the entangling agent.
The agency of the woven.
So, the key
as subject approaches subject.
So, as subject approaches subject they seek an exchange.
So, as subject approaches subject we seek an exchange.
In this gifting it is required that we match the quality and tenure of our giving, one given to another given, the singular subject matched by singular subject.
So, if there is to be an exchange, the gift is a manner of summarizing the quality of energy within that exchange.
So there is an exchange, a gifted exchange, and a key fits together these energetic exercises.
So an object.
An object thus collates the subjective.
An object thus is the communicating function.
Stars
Trees
Stones
Keys
So the parent is an object to provide objects.
So the functional energy here is to allow the energy to function.
So this figure we call parent can be translates as; they that collate subjective experiences.
So they that collate subjective experiences are the pre-archaeology of this singular subjectivity; this singularity of experience which always stands counter to the summary.
The singularity of experience is subjectivity, the deep reality of our consciousness which always stands counter to the object which represents it.
Even so, singular subjectivity must be communicated.
So the must be communicated seeks an object through which it may bypass its own singularity.
And so this figurative object is the funnel through which subjective experience is directed.
The subject to subject experience becomes a gathered weight.
Thus weight and point provide new pattern, a pendulum swing, a new key for this melodic array.
“A liturgical object is one that carries over meaning from pre-birth times.” [E.Rhode]
Thus the figurative is redrawn, or drawn back, in order to reveal a subject.
So a revealed subject, pivoting around a liturgical object, draws subject subject and object through an exchange of gift.
An exchange of gift gives not gift for gift but reveals a further pattern of possibility.
So subjective communication, acting on the pivotal possibility of the object, is an adaptation of the diminished object.
A further pattern of possibility has caused the key to vanish.
A phase transition.
The diminished object and the subject singular become