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09 June 2012

Chios

I was recently on the Greek island of Chios,
which is just off the coast of Turkey.



I've lived in Turkey,
and been to several places in Greece,
but I had never been to Chios before.

Chios, like other islands in the area,
has been invaded and settled over time by several
different powers,
including the Greeks, the Persians, the Italians,
and of course the Turks.

Because of the island's vulnerable, coveted geographical location,
the people built up cities that were natural fortresses,
like this one, the medieval village of Mesta.
This is its outer wall:



The houses in these village/fortresses are built so close together
that you have to look for the hole
or chink
in the fortress, so the speak,
where you will find the entrance:


And then you walk through narrow passageways


that ultimately open out into fabulous central courtyards



The most fascinating of these medieval villages was Pyrgi,
also built so to protect itself:


But the remarkable thing about Pyrgi is the amazing designs 
on the buildings there.  It's almost like graffitti,
but controlled into fabulous patterns.

It reminds me, in a small way,
of the island of Bali,
a land where art and living work collaborate continually.

But in Pirgi, the artwork comes from very humble means.
It begins with putting plaster on stone walls,
then digging it off into different designs
using spoons:


This people of Pyrgi began doing this to their houses 
a few hundred years ago.  The more geometric patterns
come from that time.  The most recent designs
date back fifty years or so, and they are more
elaborate.  The result is a most definitely Greek
village that might have been imagined
by
Dr. Seuss & Gaudi:











. . . ah, it is so wonderful to see
what the human compulsion
for self expression.

There will, I believe, always be
some form of art.  And it is most fabulous
when our art is also the place
where we live.



(all photos by Makropoulos)

28 August 2010

Some Current News That Coincides With My Recent Channelings and Articles



I really want to thank
anyone 
who follows this blog
with any 
regularity.

I know it's damned hard work.

What's even harder,
is this:

Working a regular job
while this stuff
keeps pouring through.




Some of my entries are pure channelling,
some is pure
intellectual work
done by my poor
feeble mind
as it puts together the pieces
I've been studying 
for a very, very long time.
If you follow the logic that I am channeling,
I mean:
seriously channeling,

then I'm also recognizing texts

done by previous channelers.

I'm putting together
a huge 
puzzle.


You must be patient.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

In the meantime,
check out these recent newstories
that bring some 
interresting correlations
when read along side my recent
more intellectual
entries



Space Squid Takes Sci-Fi Back to Clay-Tablet Age






And two that are not directly related,
but
I just like it because I see
an indirect relation
to other stuff I wrote in the last six months:






(I'll probably have more to say about that last one.  looks a bit like a skin disorder,
doesn't it?)






15 August 2010

read the letter


I'm an absolutely miserable blogger.
When I write,
I write in abundance.
When I don't write it's because my mind is
a blank,






an empty page waiting for the words to form.
Blankness is frustrating.
Sometimes it's far more useful
when a creator at least has
a mold,
a model
of some kind
in which to shape
the message.


* * 



Remember when paper looked
like that?
When the challenge of writing was not
to produce meaning,
but rather,
to produce shapes within a prescribed space?

I really loved learning to print because
it was like artwork;
it was also a little like
playing bumper cars,
or something like that.
My pen was the car,
bumping from hard line to hard line
passing through the dashed line,
grateful that it was there to guide me on my course.

There were certain letters I loved 
to produce:

SSSSSSSSssssssss

GGGGGGggggggg

AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa

RPRPRPRPRPrrrrpppp

fabulous shapes that arched through those lines
in such interesting ways.


I loved looking for the points of balance:
the two corresponding curves in the
S,
the slopes of the
V

There was something else about those letters
that I love the most: 
I really felt they were shaped
like the sound they made.
I felt that writing them was the act
of finding an exact graphic representation
on the sounds I made in my mouth.

So too was the case with

XXXXXXXX
KKKKKKK
TTTTTTTT
UUUUUUU
VVVVVVVVVVV

and of course

OOOOOOOOOO


***





While I was in Greece
recently,
I had the pleasure of being with Greek people
who had some knowledge not only of how to read 
Modern Greek
but also
Ancient Greek.

It is interesting to stand at an ancient site
and hear people sounding out the letters there.
When the sounds and the shapes were put together, they even made sense to me.

And I had a little revelation.

Well, it was and is one of my funky little theories,
one of those things
that happens in my mind
when everyone else thinks
I'm zoning out.

It went like this:


***



( omniglot )


I recently met a Chinese woman who explained to me
the evolution of written Chinese.

Fundamentally, written Chinese is a series of pictographs --
each sign contains
a series of strokes
the work together to produce
an impression of a complete idea.

Originally,
the script was more recognizably pictoral,
but over time it became more abstract:


( commons.wikimedia )

This type of writing is called hànzi and I'm a little afraid
to try to explain much else about it,
because it's such a different
system for me.  I'm just beginning
to understand it.
Follow the link on the word hànzi and it
will bring you to yet another site
that explains the strokes
and the writing a little more.

Keep in mind that within this system,
one block of strokes
represents an entire concept,
and as new concepts have emerged,
different combinations of existing signs
have been used to signify those new concepts,
as you can see below,
and the translations are
amusing:


(the wikipedia article on this system
also appears to be
pretty helpful)


Notably,
when a young Chinese student is learning to write,
she doesn't use that three-lined paper
that we in the West use.

She does have paper to help her,
but notice how it emphasizes isolated squares;
it's really much more like
a grid


( cantonese )

For anyone who
has dared to read other entries
in this blog,
especially those
where the keyword is
"grid"
you can imagine I might
go a little crazy right now with the implications of this.
But I won't because that's not the purpose
of this entry.

Rather my purpose here
is to think about
the writing system itself,
how it is produced,
and the fact that it is,
at its very root,
historically,
representational.

Chinese writing began as an attempt to represent,
as an artist would,
the world that the writer viewed.
Its basis is concrete
and grounded in
observable outside phenomenon.
Unlike Western script.



or so we have thought, for a very very long time.


****


( ancientscripts )

I had had this rather fascinating introduction
to written Chinese
right before I left
on my trip to my own
ancient homeland.

And then I found myself wandering through ruins,
looking at an ancient script
that my guide claimed
any Modern Greek
could read today.

My own Greek
is long gone,
forgotten on the waves or torments
of time and history,
but I read along with my companions
as we looked at the worn inscriptions,
and I was amazed at how much
I could actually hear in my head.
My amazement continued
when I began to feel I knew why:
it was fairly easy.

Because of the way they were presented for me,
with each letter framed by a box,
I imagined that the box itself
was the frame for creating the form of the letter, and
I decided that those ancient letters were
representational.
But they did not represent
a cow, or a mountain, or a mother,
no
I decided that the boxy frame
defined the space of the mouth,
and the drawings within that box
represented where I was supposed to put
my tongue inside my mouth,
and how to hold my lips,
as I produced sound:

Θ, for instance,
told me to put my tongue
between my teeth
with my lips slightly open --
th is the sound it makes.

Γ told me to hold my tongue
pressed against
the top of my mouth,
and curve the tip of it
down to the bottom of my mouth
and press it there.

Do it, the sound you produce will be "g"
which is what that represents.

Δ is the tip of the tongue
against the front of the mouth,
a harder obstruction to that frontal space
than Λ,

Δ, by the way, is "D"
Λ is "L".

Now if you look at the chart above,
you can see the letters
changed from place to place,
but in general
my funny little rule applies,

and I began to think that writing,
as we know it in the Western World,
may actually be more representational
than we give it credit it for.

In fact, here is an alphabet
that precedes the Greek
that even more fully exemplifies
my thoughts:



( historian )


Many today may argue
(like Saussure)
that Western words and letters are
arbitrarily chosen,
and demand a high level of
abstract thinking.
I'd agree with the latter part of that
equation,
because clearly,
the Western alphabet,
just like written Chinese
has evolved over time
and moved so far away
from its original source
that  it is all abstraction and
seemingly random.
We don't so clearly
see the original pictures;

If you agree they are pictures.

And what I'm thinking is they are pictures
of the inside of the mouth:


( soundsofenglish )


graphically representing the face
and the contortions it must make
to produce the sounds
that make up words.

In a sense, reading languages that use this type of alphabet
is much more
laborious
than Chinese,
because you must be
much more patient
to read Western languages,
putting one sound after another
in a line, until words, then sentences,
then paragraphs
are decoded.

This type of writing dooms us to
linear thought.
(Linear writing and thinking
are two parts of a trinity,
and the third is
time.)

Yet, it also allows for more flexibility,
more words, and perhaps
more subtlety of meaning.

*/*

The other point my mind went to,
as I contemplated this theory
was the relationship between the scribe and the exterior world
suggested in both types of writing systems:

As I say above,
the Chinese system represents
concrete, identifiable
objects that exist
outside of the writer/scribe/viewer.
It is a system
where the writer
represents his ideas by showing the world
he observes.
There is little sense of the person doing
the actual writing.

 (Metropolitan Museum postcard)
( brooklyn.cuny )


Whereas in the Western system,
it's all about representing something
that is happening in the writer's body--
it's a very somatic and physical form of representation
located solely in the body
of the writer.
It has everything to do with the changes
that the outside world
does to the body of the speaker,
and has little to do
with representing the outside world itself.

If you get what I mean.



Historically, Chinese script is more about external objects,
representing them,
knowing about them;
while
Western script claims a subject,
and the subject is
the writer himself.

Notably,
the first-person pronoun
in Greek
is

"ego"

04 August 2010

Eleusis


1.
I'm not much of a card player,
but that's not to say I haven't been one
in my past. My problem these days
is that I know no one who likes
to play.

If I had some player friends, I'd try this game:


 (from neweleusis )


Eleusis gives players the
chance
to make up rules and impose them
on other players.
Players watch the cards,
seeking to determine the pattern
inductively.
The object is to guess the rule.  Those who think they can
declare themselves
Prophet
but then test the rule for awhile
to see if it works.

I like the idea of this game
because this is how
I approach life.


2.
Am I a prophet?
Probably not,
unless prophets are folks
who look closely
and read the clues.
 (from istotemdias)

What I do know
is that I like to solve puzzles.
Especially big puzzles
that the world gives me
to solve.

I rediscovered an intriguing puzzle
on my trip to Greece, which is also called
Eleusis.
But it proceeded the card game.




3.
Eleusis
is a site, some 20 km west
of Athens.
Today it is nestled amidst fields
of oil refineries,
but in ancient times,
it was a destination on a holy pilgrimage
that traveled from
Athens to Eleusis
once a year.

The pilgrimage honored the goddess
Demeter
and her daughter
Persephone
(aka: Kore)
At the heart of the ceremony was a
ritual ceremony, the contents of which remain a mystery
today.

This secret was so important
that initiates were threatened
with death
if they told what they witnessed there.  Great men like
Aeschylos
suffered brushes with death
for revealing too much
of the secret.

All we know today is that the mystery
had something to do
with the meaning of life
and death.

Now if that isn't intriguing, I don't know what is.


A fellow by the name of Edward A. Beach
has written a very nice online article about
Eleusis, so I won't tell the entire story here,
since he does it so well,

But the essence of the story is
a century's old mystery,
a puzzle whose solution
has been lost
both to the months and minds
of the ancient dead
and to the censoring spirit
of the Early Church,
for they caused the ultimate destruction
 of this incredible site

CLUE #1:
Those who were
initiated experienced
an eight day fast before the ritual.
This included a communion
at which they consumed kykeon:
"Meal and water mixed with fresh
pennyroyal mint leaves. . . ."

The grain in the drink is the symbol
of Persephone who -- according to myth --
dies, goes under the ground, than comes
back to life again.

The drink - kykeon -
may have contained a hallucinogenic
which was derived from
the extract of grain.

Kykeon might well have been one powerful
hallucinogenic, containing both the extract of
grain, and the fermentation of wine.
A communion of bread and wine pales next to that.
For sure.




CLUE #2:
The mysterious ceremony at Eleusis
in some way
brought the initiate
in direct contact with a semblance
of the experience of
life, death
and resurrection.

Notably the ancient
commemoration
was of a Goddess --
the Goddess of the harvest
and of earth itself -
Demeter --
and of her attempts to reclaim
the life of her daughter
Persephone -
who had been stolen
by Hades and taken
into Hell.  She is restored with a bargain,
more or less,
a deal with the devil to always return
to Hades
during the winter months, than
resurrect
in spring.



CLUE #3:
Dr. Beach even goes so far
as to suggest a trinity
played a key role,
in the figures adored at Eleusis:
Demeter (the mother: aka creator)
Persephone (the daughter)
Dionysus (the god of wine, sex, celebration
and theatre!)

Dionysus - the god of Eros.
In Classical Rhetoric, Eros would refer to the erotic appeal,
which is just as powerful as the other appeals -
Logos (the logical appeal)
Ethos (the ethical appeal)
Pathos (the emotional appeal)
Aristotle,
as we know him today,
belittled Eros as a strong appeal,
favoring the other three
(another trinity)

Anyway,
Dionysus, the Erotic,
may have played an essential role
at Eleusis.   Keep in mind,
that the Bacchanal
is closely associated
with Dionysus.

Dionysus  is also the god of theatre
and representation.
It makes perfect sense to me that he
had to be
present if the goal was to reproduce
a reality only truly accessible
to the non-human.



(from Hestia)

CLUE #4:
Women,
women,
women,
sex,
and pigs.
The sacrifice made at Eleusis
was a pig
because the pig
signified plenty.

Pigs -
the animal forbidden
by two of the monotheistic,
Abramic religions
were the sacred sacrament
at the ceremony at Eleusis.

Pigs,
that creature which we now know
is a close relative to humans
genetically.


~ ~ ~
How does one end such an entry?
There is no end;
only mystery,
and a puzzle that far outshines
card game.
If you've read my other entries,
you can probably see
why it intrigues me.

30 July 2010

home again



Hi folks.
Just got back from a trip 
to the land of my birth:
Hellas
(better known in the Western World as 
Greece)

I was delighted to see
representations
of me
everywhere:







This is at Delphi - I'm the headless one;

however, at Eleusis,

I have my head:





and other parts, as well:







          more to come. . . . 




(the pictures, by the way, were taken by me)