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29 March 2011

Something Like a Star


I've been so silent this past
week or so:

the world of work
and the world of the world
has been far too much with me
these days; they have
invaded my brain with riff-raff and garbage,
with a pettiness that produces
dullness
and interferes with any attempt
to directly experience
love, life and language.

(Dear internet friends, don't leave me!
I'm here; I really am, and soon enough
I'll be finished with my semester!)

The absence of sun these days too,
and unexpectedly Chilly Spring Days
have frozen that dullness
into a seemingly insurmountable
wall of ice.
I have been in desperate need of a thaw.

Yesterday, I got a bit of one,
in the form of a poem set to music
in which I had the distinct pleasure of singing.

I'm not in this version of it,
but a version of it it is --

Randall Thompson's choral version
of Robert Frost's 
Choose Something Like a Star:
(may it help thaw you, too):


Choose Something Like a Star
(by Robert Frost)

O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud --
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed. 

Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says "I burn."
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend. 

It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats' Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.

10 October 2010

Betweenness (an augmented channelling)


*

This writing that I write
right now
on this thin
textured sheet
of 
woven silence
will be the drawings
at Lascaux
for the future;
it is
the etchings of the earliest
writing, carved
so indelibly
on caves and stones -
this
writing,
the caveman writing,
in an existence of pure
thought, pure,
brain.

~ ~ ~ ~

words will surround you then
just surround yourselves
with words.  This is what
the future will be.
We
won't need food, we'll
only need
words--
the discourse of pure
mind, 
pure thought



oh it hurts                 
                       oh it hurts

the insane and the brilliant
      of the previous
ages are those
who press the mind
to its limit--

~ ~ ~

no no now you can't stop
that glorious state
of inbetweenness

gözlerım kapalı                       

I'd like to do it
in a different way

                                               gözlerım kapalı 

there's a bird singing
singingsinging

we will do it =
will live binationally
in a different way
how?
By living in the states of betweenness


! ! !

Betweeners are
the stage of humans
who can negotiate
multiplicity.
Betweeners
are 
Biracial
Bisocial
Bilingual
Bisexual
Bipeds
sometimes, oftentimes
Bifacial
(have you ever seen
a Bifacial?
a person who seems 
to be two
people at once?
One of their profiles
will be 
vaguely but significantly
different
from the other, and
depending on their mood
they can be
stunningly beautiful
or
shockingly homely.)
Bifacials are
the forerunners,
the mutants who mark
the beginning of
the next stage of 
the evolution
of humanity.

They are a physical
manifestation
of the step
on the ladder towards
Absolute Betweenness.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~

you can negotiate bisexuality,
by the way,
if you acknowledge
the bisexuality 
of yourself

                                 i never could do that
                        to tell the truth,
            because
                    it would take
                                a pretty pretty chick
                        to make me go
               that way

          like
                                         a chick who looks like me
                             ten years younger.
       but
                                       that's beside the point. 


as is this:

Why Yavuz Bingol's voice is perfect:

there is a tone to his voice,
as there is some other voices
that,
can pull a complicit mind
into a state
of perfection, a moment
of being in
a place 
of betweennness,
between
the purely physical and the purely mental (aka: spiritual)

When you're a betweenner
living in the place of the physical
it hurts
oh it hurts

But some voices can bring you
to the mental place
you need to be

to be.


Likewise,
there are some geographical places
of betweenness,
and if a betweener visits
or lives in
those places,
well,
they couldn't be happier.
















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"