I saw godinamicrochip
and came to believe
in the is-ness of this now
as an all-at-onceness
rather than a once-upon-a-timeness
because the more one discards
the freer one becomes,
how just a little bit of elevation
changes the horizon into flows
and
if
I
act
as
if
I
am
then
I
will
be
"Anyway, how does one make oneself a body without
organs, how does one make oneself a little territory, a life,
a warmth, a childhood, in this American mess, in this whole
mishmash spread out all over? Look at the extraordinary
poetry of shop windows in New York! You know the shop
windows in France or in Italy. But there, in New York,
most of the windows speak, even on the main streets
where you have side by side expensive windows and then
places where you find piles of any old thing; one finds
there a kind of accumulation of vistas like that, where
there are marvelously beautiful things from an
architectural perspective, and then there is a dump,
a maximum and then a mess." (Felix Guattari)
posted by name of the rose at 2:29 a.m.
17 Comments:
... I like it, but wonder if you believe it - or if it is (just) an exercise in thought.
I do believe that what I think is what I become...
...detatching from someone else's anger, for example, rather than taking it on.
is that a philosophy of non-confrontation or ... something else? 'detatching' as avoidance or principle?
From my living room window, I can see through the trees across the street to a park and the breakwall beside a lake. But if I cycle half a mile along the beach, I can see some 60 miles across the watered horizon line of another city.
I want to believe that any slight shift in my point of view makes a difference, ripples outward, form how I think to how I act, rather than react.
Maybe its just a realization that I can't change anyone else, a letitbeginwithme kind of thinking in terms of cultivating positivity...not avoidance or principle, but just seeking a better way to liveandletlive.
You posted a piece about discarding everything adn I when I read it, I had wondered if that was something you really wanted to do, could have done, or if it was just something you hoped to become and isn't it sort of the same thing as detaching from someone else's anger?
perhaps I've missed the essence of [...detatching from someone else's anger, for example, rather than taking it on] this, then ...
[discarding everything] ... leaving it behind, letting it go, living as I'd wanted ... it was something that I'd wanted and still contemplate doing ... the difference, as I see it, is that it is leaving something that is yours ... detatching yourself from someone else is ... perhaps not unsimiliar ...
I hadn't viewd it like that; it's leaving a world behind as well.
is it the same as not caring? being indifferent?
I had to think about your question...I don't think it means not caring. I think to detatch is definately not being indifferent. Perhaps it jstu does mean giving up one's ego in the sense of trying or wanting to control someone else, even if dsiguised by wanting to help somemone. Perhaps walking away is a different kind of caring.
If you do leave it behind and live the way you want, would you say that you will care less (because I don't read that in your words)? The two notions are similar, I think.
[is it the same as not caring? being indifferent?]
yes, that they're not dissimilar is the impression that I had as I worked through it ... but there is a difference which doesn't quite come to mind at the moment.
yes I agree and will think about how as I rush between work and work on very little sleep...but I think letting go or walking away or detatching by leaving things behind does not mean closing doors. It is not dependant on external trappings, but has to do with some kind of internal shift.
[yes, that they're not dissimilar is the impression that I had as I worked through it ... but there is a difference ...]
I've been chewing on the idea of 'collective memory' that you mentioned a few days ago, referencing the butterflies that take generations to arrive at their destination ... and am curious if this holds, in some sense, for human generations, as well, that [personal insights ripple outward laterally across other lives, touching patterns we can't quite see up close] but are inherently understood, in an intuitive sense, later?
curiously, it would support what native americans have long held: that they can garner the knowledge and insight of those ancestors who've passed.
Interesting that you should mention the notion of collective memory as an intuitive inheritance, like personal insights bequeathed...because I was revisiting Nikos Kazantzakis' writings tonight and thinking about the march of thoughts from the ancestral crowd in my head;
"You are a throw of the dice, on which, for a moment, the entire fate of your race is gambled. Everything you do reverberates throughout a thousand destinies. As you walk, you cut open and create that river bed into which the stream of your descendants shall enter and flow ....'I am not alone! I am not alone!' Let this vision inflame you at every moment."
[curiously, it would support what native americans have long held: that they can garner the knowledge and insight of those ancestors who've passed.]...yes, it does.
a return to the dice ...
I can't say I know Nikos Kazantzakis, though I've just looked him up; he seems a compelling read.
yes, I was quoting from Kazantzakis' The Rock Garden, but all of his work is intersting.
I've not yet finished durrell ...
In that case, let nothing get in the way of Durrell.
You are right that he is meant to be enjoyed slowly and each time I revisit him, his words still resonate like any great writer does...He was mentored by Henry Miller, but handles the baton in a very different way. Durrell remains my favourite.
Your poetry is astounding, so visceral & honest. i rarely share my own, most wouldn't understand it. i've read a lot of verse online from self-stylized poets, most of whom are pretenders -- their work drivel, but you! You have certainly honed your craft, found your voice. i'd like to believe my own poetry is this good, and perhaps it is -- it's not for me to judge. But this is what i aspire to. Thank you.
With your permission i'll add a link to your blog on my own.
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