In Terms of Measurement
I had to read Penrose Road to Reality to get back, from hungering with chaos, had lost touch with being present, with materiality. Except in design.
Penrose is a 1000 page or so thriller.
Grand entry through measurement math — of materiality, sign, distance, spin, spaces, exponentials, means and mentality of physics.
Studying use of imaginary numbers, learned the truth of exponential math that with respect to sign/spin can at times, go either way — numbers riding the exponential are part of theories, about probability and chaos.
Philosophy discovered physics. Philosophy and Religion. There is early physics in the bible and in Egyptian book of dead.
And occurs through visionary thinking, in the mythic. Physics comes out of terms that pre history labeled using mythic as a visual — terms that preceded math, like sky flood = exponential as well as courts chaos.
Courting chaos is part of poetry since Battle of Trees! Its very genuine, as occurs with the act of being…
Interplay between Physics and Philosophy, I have always found is in part about density, which relates to fluids.
Sooner or later — some physic or math term makes me laugh — Because Cervantes shows up at limits spinning his windmill —
And is part beauty of theory/myth vs the surd. I have not read Zizeks new book yet. Saw it this week at Rizzoli.
Outer Layers
Zizek. Really helped me. Work through “outer layers.”
I sometimes think I do zizer set ups at entry into terms along with shakes and joyce monster, and beckett etc. I seem to think of it as travling will buries… the her cue lees… in its multiplication of forms.
Hooky. I play hooky? Yeah hooky for booky.
Its my belief that I got into a discussion on density with him, coming down and a round Sisyphus mountain, and that the discussion is already written, its in the freewriting book…
When reread back, a lot of its right there. Again it comes down to a discussion of whether or not to remain a “brick” or em the monster.
Call freewriting book: On Density?
California Hotel
Going over with Ziz. Compost impost in pursuit of terms as a congeal of intensities that seems to lie at core of my novel — whose persistence share a border — or as Cioran would say about his delusions, “voisin de la folie,” —voisin means neighbor.
Translations of Folie, from Reverso:
A book called On Density? Got idea, after Fitz’s post mort book called On Booze — FYI. Someone appears to have sorted out a collection from Fitzgeralds journals and short stories based on there being mention of booze.... Bought at Rizzoli after brunching with Sunil for his birthday. Can see immediately its not just about booze…
Also acquired Jhumpa Lahiri’s book — on how happened upon doing translations in three languages.
I can fix occurrence where Density arrived as a term iskabbibbling with Camus. Junky has a Timetable — where immured my punk pigeon prod digity do... I think of junk through wasteland, first. Not Junky, not Burroughs book, which I read after Naked Lunch.
I think about language around Ziz, and pulling things together around terms or handles that became a fixture in language for me, their associations, at times a kind of philosophical quest.
Along with, a Parsons colleague at SOF — Steven Faerm.
Bundling
Bringing terms together across chapters!
Both Ziz and Faerm get that, how terms build around themselves, in the work.
Addressing issues that arise across terms. Math uses something called a bundle.
Bundling my terms across chapters its like a weight has found what its weight is —- just there, where it is... Terms can network across influences.
With the dead I have little anxiety. about their influence.
With the living it exists as just that tho — as a kind of anxiety, to a great extent, which marks its value even.
Piratical with Z and F. With Z I can get out to syllables. With F I can work through terms to outcome — that includes fashion.
OOh lala. My Novel includes fashion?? YES after jj. Its a fixture of the philosophy!
Cervantes vs Dante
Shane helped with this.
Brought it into context.. somehow. Elephants! Pulling a man between trees apart. Is Battle of Trees. Unable to adapt. Rocker poevillian.
Really anywhere so far, but design. And I just finished two prints, floral and lace, client for S.
I am trying to be better. But I know its hopeless. Because I am forever stuck as this… Cioran talks about just that, in latest translation.
CIORAN quotes
Every man wants to be other than who they are. I dreamt of action when young, then of philosophy. I took delirium for action, and desperation for thought. What am I good at? To watch and to mope around, to wait for the breakup of hours.
This after a paragraph where he reasoned how he dislikened sunny days — voisin de la folie.
I have always been, throughout my life, in love with bad weather. The clouds reassure me; when, in the morning, from my bed, I see them passing by, I feel strength to face the day. But the sun, I have never been able to get along with, I don’t have enough light within me to be able to accord with it. It only awakens, stirs up the inner darkness. Ten days of blue skies puts me into a state neighboring with madness. (italics mine.)
“…un état voisin de la folie.”
5 sept. 1961 Cioran Journals
Again: Translations of Folie, from Reverso:
YEAH YEAH YEAH
When dynamite strolls in… chuckles the clown. Right off the Bat. Quixote is a clown. A mutiny even. vs Dante under the hood.
Hood also relates to Density as an intensity, does Bataille do density. He does in his naked eye books? in and up orifices, is a play on density and darkness?
Prince of darkness. Sometimes call Nick — P.O.D. But its a term of endearment. Relational with him to several other terms. I used him — to get in after certain blood elements of monstrous proportions that dope with vampire logic and Oscar… for rope, flying out of hell —
Owe Okri too…
Used to get mocked about literary attachments. As looking for daddy.
HEY. Still do with conservative argumentos about my female liberal skin. That they engage in calling me names, mostly in efforts to insult my intelligence. I never just let it go — Getting in “last word.”
In his fiction — Bataille via a narrative flood — bursts into the poetic, gets into language as a thickness, a density, thickly and finely at the same time. Shakes does that too…
Bataille excavates excremental attitudes with what merges ecstatically, and with the repulsive.
I often refer to stuff Bataille and Acker can get into as bug business.
Bug books are about insectual knowledge, potency for life, and ease/disease of desire and death.
Bataille’s book on Prehistoric Art is WONDERFUL. Called Cradle of Humanity, highly recommend.
Dog log fog…
Dick detecting vs A Lad Ins rug and lamp…There is a part of me that thinks of Oscar Wilde as camp via POD access to humor at place where it is in too deep must flip back to something about its tenderness — or submit / admit to blindness.
Split the raw with the wick like Nick, raw in waves that alter with tenderness — just touching on camp like Beckett, or driven to camp at opposing sympathies, like Oscar.
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