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November 03, 2008

Donovan Wylie hears something.

 

 

Woke up this morning convinced I heard rockets in the night. I asked the others, they said probably. I went to make some coffee, (a drawn out, complicated process, which requires all my concentration, find water, find kettle, find electricity, find sugar. . .), and meanwhile two of the security team came in and said, did you just hear that, it was a rocket close by.

No, I said, I didn’t hear it. One person died, and five were wounded.

Nothing today, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.....

 

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Radically upsetting to read this. So, you did hear it! You did. And then nothing....?! No, not nothing nothing, nothing. Donovan? The walls, the walls have invaded you? How did that day become nothing, nothing, nothing...? (No. I want more.) You felt something, intense. Do no van do not run and do not resign. Trust, what you felt was valid (Donovan you are right) it was somethingsomethingsomething..... Any scholar investigating architectures of conflict must be wary and alert, conscious of the subliminal magnetisms brewed by mirror neurons, must be a very strong person to work in a dehumanizing setting, else he himself dehumanize. Compromise of self, compromise of work. You fall down, dependent on nothingness, ‘an incomparably fruitful starting place for ethical inquiry, a vaccine against the lies upon which every civilization is built’; Novak... No vacuum, no dependency on an inauthentic nothingness, no, not the mythless mirthless darkness, darkhair- nothing is not for you. Be you constructionist, deconstructionist, reductionist, whatever the structure is: energeia, voice. Essence, you cannot escape with nothingness. Presence, the resilience of- telos -your inseparable workself, specular self assisting sight- aletheia -your binary alignment in the- eidos -collective social consciousness. Arche- to be diachronous substance, subject, time transgressive, Transcendentiality, your structure’s genesis, point of genesis already structured, in order, To be genesis. Oh Thales, the divine buoyancy of your true geometry! What sense does it make for a fish to push a neutron up a strategic mountain of Hades 14 million times? Your trembling refusal to swim up, up into light into light too bright-light just right with... god, at least take a dust bath! Appeal to Persephone, ‘moistening mortal springs with tears’. Suffer, as ‘the softness and fragility of baby animals caused us the same intense pain’. Lo, suffer, for as soon as you start ‘coping’ you cease to be fully human. You merely occur, as cybernetic, self-reflexive feedback system. Coping, a modern notion, is unacceptable as you are making timeless work. Love, as timeless form of perception. You fear contamination? No, love as an act of bravery will not be sentimental. Perhaps love elicits what is latent. Einstein said so. And, and, and, love poisons only what is inhuman. Love, with both fleshy feet in the world, no matter how scared you are imbibe the painfulness of the disconnection that you experienced by those walls. Ardent commitment to what is life affirming I like the swimmer. Acute, merciless attention to what is life diminishing and the helicopters above, yes, I like that one. The latter is proof of your commitment to the former. Is not Blasphemy not Apostasy not Solipsism. more timeless than those just lowercase love Evenly and adamantly, because love is knowledge. An act of courage, not of fear, love is a commitment to others, for instance, a commitment to the one who died. He was Something. Solidarity, a radical posture restoring the humanity of both. These geographies, they require of you. Saying aloud, Yes, it was something, something, something. I heard something. I felt something. All day long, something..... Something, Something, Something, Something, Something....