I like this video, jpg, and writing today.
I have mild strabismus, and while watching the video on my phone I saw a single eye in the middle of the apartment building, sort of fleeting like that kind of image you have mentioned which is kind of like a morning hallucination. I forget the term, apophatic?
No, that is something different maybe. (Will check later; I prefer not to check missing word definitions right away these days.) I read about the morning hallucination type in a book by Oliver Sacks called
Hallucinations, I think.
In any case, I saw a single eye in the middle of the screen due to strabismus, but it wasn't stable and morphed in and out of Visibility as the colors of the video changed. As the video progressed, both eyes became visible in normal geometry, and of course
normal in the black at the end of the video. I like images (often like imaginary blueprints in my mind's eye, like bodies, or really, of the set of all bodies, which is to say the original pre-human primate matrix: the set of all bodies in the set of bodies
in which my body lives, my group of 20 to 40 linked brains) of apartment buildings recently, in part due to starting reading Georges Perec's
Life, a User's Manual as part of my study of Calvino's pre-emptively proposed syllabi Six Memos (Sei Proposte per il Prossimo Millennio). I dream about apartment building plans sometimes. They are kind of like grids, matrices, skeletons,
or gardens, but with an organic and often organically pathogenic ingredient creeping in around the nooks and crannies perhaps because to be honest math is about equivalences not equality as identity, not about math at all, one might argue if Jacob Lurie is
onto anything at Princeton with his new redefinition of all of mathematics based on his
Higer Topos Theory of 2009.
I also like that the bone marrow is part of the immune system, a truly marvelous part if I'm not mistaken, while also being the dietary discovery that the first pre-humans' tools made accessible thus immediately creating our human brains.
There is also Kafka's story "The Knight of the Bucket," which I haven't read, but should look up and get, but is discussed by Calvino in his reminder or memorandum for our new third millennium "Lightness." (It may be that in Calvino's composition, the first
millennium was that of religion, the second that of the book, and the third, that of the network.) In the Kafka story, the speaker goes looking for coal in his home city Vienna due to a bitter shortage of heat, out on the street freezing, then, amazingly,
floating in the air. He floats with his bucket above his landlord and landlady, asking them for coal, so that he won't freeze, but floats too high, eventually not being able to hear or speak to them. The story ends with him floating across the landscape
in search of.
The word "basket" prompted me to think of the Kafka, I'm pretty sure.
As to the corona, the crown, who is more monarchic, mono-archic, than death itself? It is the principle of the emptiness of closedness, also symbolized in Calvino by a ring (which caused among other things Charlemagne's mythic necrophilia), its singleness
and lack of Multiplicity (the which being Calvino's fifth and last memo because he died himself before writing the sixth, which I hypothesize was to have been about fear, the fear of death, petrifaction, and its corollary value, which I take to be delight,
persistent observation and expression summed up by the word Consistency, in the sense of continuing on or not continuing on, which is also of course the comic corollary of the tragedy or tragos-ode, goat-song which arguably was the first practice of "Western
Civilization" in pre-ancient Greece).
Death is a mighty crown which we each get to wear in our own due time, but so is life.
So, thanks for posting today, it is interesting to hear some Japanese words and concepts, if that is a correct interpretation, a good reminder to self to read up on those. I know very few if any, the main ones if any being my own bastardized tragos-cycle of
wabi-sabi-aware-yugen, taconite- and Teotihuacan-based, which I now have to also look up, but was able to find, link below.
In any case, here is a marvelous poem from Basho, which today's reflections prompted me to find for the first time:
the beginning of furyu
song of the north.
Notes and references:
Wayback machine wabi-sabi project from 2004, titled "The Four Moods of Furyu"
Perec at Wikipedia
Calvino's six Memos
Bone marrow's lymphatic role:
Kafka's Der Kubelreiter:
Bartelby the Scrivener (only known topic of the unfinished Sixth Memo):
The history of furyu:
somatic ghost extensions from within without the body playing
on an off-tuned later afternoon evening sky hoping the virus
is listening (no, not all they do is replicate or exist) (true
they have no ears but then... pannalal ghosh perhaps... (true
enough please note that they have no fundamental vibration)...
shakuhachi ghost makes all visible, the fleeting moment of
"he wants to practice shakuhachi"
(shakuhachi, 1930s jinashi, reverberation)
* these pieces are no-string pieces for jiari shakuhachi
- the shakuhachi has already split, but is still playable,
..it's after shakuhachi. song was beautiful. I used bone-body
1 = shakuhachi; 2 = corona-crown in suspension death
Today I practice jinashi shakuhachi, and
I begin focusing more on shakuhachi and will begin and lose
= shakuhachi = shamisen = shard = sheffer = shimenawa = shinjuu
A well-made shakuhachi is created from root bamboo, weeks worked
She plays shakuhachi, whole worlds appear within the moist interior
and while the shakuhachi is a body-bone, breathing the body, the
colonies of protozoa in perfect suspension. after the shakuhachi
is her basket, two robbers approached her. her shakuhachi was made
from a body-bone, from a bone body, then
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