linear vs. timeless
Novel has become linear!
That was always a thing for me, linearity worked against timeless — in the way it scoops up “blood.” Cioran is ninety percent timeless. He abandons time, in a way. Efforts to abandon everything can connect him to time. Timelessness is at start up of abstractions in Battle of Trees.
For any path that does not lead to our solitude or does not proceed from it is a detour, an error, a waste of time.
Emil Cioran was born on April 8, 1911, and died on June 20, 1995. Thomas Stearns Eliot 26 September 1888 – 4 January 1965.
Wasteland geography.
Cioran — is part of the wasteland crowd ? Familiarity with it — is all I am saying…
He is around at same time as Eliot. 1961 in journal Emil brings up — universe a wasteland —
This wasteland of a universe, I find in its jumble a reflection of doubt and reverie by which each of my moments is defined.
Cet univers gâché — Ruin flew in. Word he used is past tense gâcher. Which upon checking is a word that can be used for it — Means ruin spoil waste.
The taste of wasteland in us all — growing up on top of a burning trash heap, angel of the night yells back: sure global.
Holiday abound.
Tunnels featuring urban ecstasy light shows…
Did I go. No.
Do I love christmas. Yeah I do.
Grew up wondering why however ugly and demanding, or stupid I personally got, it still raises in belly of my jelly, to beautiful and the monstrous, and madness pertains as shiny and whimsical.
To seek being with words! — Such is our quixotism, such is the delirium of our essential enterprise.
QUOTES all from Emil Cioran 30 Mai 1961
Interview with Cioran
Found this online. Put up here in case anyone interested. I havent read it. Too easily affected.
Purity of concentration on him in his Journals. Keeping it tight. There is no comments at all. NONE. Ultimately if went anywhere to be published. would have to include a few footnotes, but hardly any.
A Fork
In the rhetoric of LuLu monster book, there has created two running tracks, in a way, and what goes on in between. Timelessness verges into it everywhere.
Along with strangers, and the estranged. Strangers show up more than friends. Touch the taboo LuLu boohoo — creates anxiety of influence??
I dont know.
First came fairy jargon. Fairies showed up in their original symmetries? as timeless relics still active, full of power.
Distrusting because they are imaginary.
Starts up doubting thomas crises right and left, complaints of their mischief and the absurd evil in things, doubt had me do.
Babes in abstractions wonderland
Pushed around by delusional language in fairy wary leer drugs too, booze and carry, like a bottle of something whose trust, was dangerous.
Trust started to chill, on the magnificenet horror of life, by 4 I was closing the door.
Babes in wonderland rocks and rod, mixed with primal visions of sex and slavery, poverty and lust, making up clothes in my head, dresssing the compositions, what to wear in lands between life and ???
What jesus out of the children of the haul-o-cost… No yes maybe not really sort of made up my own and could see others in it. Primitive relics burst through the little heart from 3 in ways that were relished and sickening —
Every god, along with no god — reigned, in and out of god as a limited whole dizzying with fear of its own.
I have to think about this shit. In order to get in on gods and abstractions taken to death on a crossway into oblivion, and stuck there, like a rabbit, in between heaven and hell.
I memorized to some extent the plunder of the primitive awakening in my body to the real, and my wandering away… to wonder.
What swept and wept across my primitive tissue and a tricky hard to fathom fascination with jealousies, my mutants, fielding abstractions. Like a place affixed without blame… to stem hate, stem the anger. But it was private, back then.
Why why why.
Battle of trees from the druid extracts straight through Romance of the Rose, carry so much meaning for me.
And the mystic is right at its mouth.
Not how the world is, is the mystical, but that it is.
6.45 The contemplation of the world subspecie aeterni is its contemplation as a limited whole. The feeling of the world as a limited whole is the mystical feeling.
I love wittgenstein quote on the mystic. By way of eternity, which is the infinite whole, and the limited whole stuck in it.
Takes right back to math and spaces…. Closed whole in an infinite whole…
Then the mathies do closed whole inside an expansion of closed wholes, etc.
So with anxiety of influence, what??? limitations are mystical.
Hilbert Space
Hillbert Space came up researching something recently
Mathematical supra vector space, that can do infinite dimensions for inner products on curves. The attached is mostly AI.
Infinite Dimensions
A Hilbert space is a complete inner product space, meaning it is a vector space equipped with an inner product that allows the definition of lengths and angles, and it is complete with respect to the metric induced by the norm derived from the inner product.
CAN IMITATE IT? thats me asking? why the 3d copy machines work. So good these days…
This completeness ensures that every Cauchy sequence of vectors in the space converges to a limit that is also within the space, which is essential for applying calculus and analysis.
The concept generalizes Euclidean spaces to potentially infinite dimensions, making it fundamental in areas like quantum mechanics, functional analysis, and the study of partial differential equations.