neuroboros into a cycle of flash stories?!
Monday, June 23, 2014
Neuroboros, (poem) 3/23/2014
It was my Neuroboros epic poem (that spawned a novel of the same name) which is in the spirit of linked images, as in haiku or rather haikai --- "[the haikai no renku tradition from the early modern period of Japanese literature (poetry), ie. : 3 possible readings of each verse; there were poets competing for the next "link" in the chain of verses ]" (K Mazur, Princeton Encyclopedia of Poetry and Poetics, p. 1169)
In my Neuroboros however there are swells of overlapping voices, links and readings, with no strict syllabic count for each verse nor rhyme only that it maintains a somewhat melodic cadence, and that the verses adhere to a fundamental theme of "being as self absorption," and the primary images are comprised of the uroboric archetype's cluster of symbols as well as my "shape(s) of escape" (the arbiform, toroid, hourglass, nodal terminus, the neuron, etc.; this from my eventual doc. thesis, panapsida). These verses then are held together strictly by their imagery which is filled with piercings and constriction
Neuroboros (2013 edit)
From begin to bend
There perched an intent
Like a line across a line
That pierced the distance
Splayed this near into far
Glazed proud windows mullioned
With the spiral logic of frost.
White splintered there and then
Above us in that steaming room
Embedded glowing shards
Soft and hard ricocheting
From rippled plane and cylinder
To glistening, freshly drawn
Lessons of thirst pressed against
Again and against the drawing board
(this seizing sun, this courting hurt!...
But who can gather shifting blooms
Through aging pane or fathom
The oval disc of our longing, opal
Cloudy, like the fluid we are
When we come to our senses
Or soften the rasp of our being
Spiked meadow of metallic petals
Tread upon as we leave.
Piecemeal wisdom flickers like wounds
In the air, dark birds unaware they are
Chambered, wedged like pear
Sliced by chronic time-keepers: x and y)
Again and against the headboard
Time bleeds, has passed through pores
Like chromosome was spun. It
Puffs, blows toroidal frames
Of gift and lack, finds solace
In smoking as sun has sucked
The meristem, made the stem
To feed the life, stretched taut the skin
To pierce the skin, draw water in...
Draw line around the profligate and pure
Provider!—provide the shadows
And doors of force and faith
To wake, make ordinary truth and light
Know surface now and then for sure
Like a limb across a limb
Like a promise through a twirling
Prism
bends the highest good
brings you down like vodka
to the lowest denominator [...]
for crack o' dawn's sake, deeper deeper
up the basin, missing tribal link
of ignoble sausage
the interminable piss we are
taking river delta for granted
with hiked-up slip
into something more profitable
than auto-erotic divining
hype compounded ad fibonacci
distinct quantum state
of the heebeejeebee's
promising suck of cosmetic kisses
atums w'ankhing carbon 'nah-nah'
tubes dressing up to go down
denying magna carpal English
channel tunnel syndrome
big boom-box raving
angst roms of meiotic massage
manifest fractal chuckle
over global neighbor's hedge
row of good ol' boys' tweaking tack
shiny new potlached trail of mob
jammed justice orbs of fenced-in flame
the almighty griller flipping the bird
to the bees tail-wag dancing
the countless forged species
now plastic dingbats, drawled like
newly modeled gag world colony
dreideled Deus, branded golem
riddled brain turned inside out
sphincter to uncertain output
big toe ready to transmit
the suffering universal truth
we are stuck on ourselves
Mesmers and Himmlers suckling
magnetic bottles of panegyric
ancestral root carved from felled-tree
heritage eroding, rotting too easily
heir to unraveled glowing grudge
convecting worm of pandorina's eye
articulating loop and betti
numbered apse to moor the meek
peptide tug in stomata's bay firing-up
whetted, driven by sun
to call down moon to dance
pour milk into self
self into jar, into jar into sea
via Buenaventura
sanctify astral hopscotch
play fascia croquet
volley isthmus and straight
mobius marriage of frontiers
saved by the bells of Arco Santi
consummate oath of Argonauts’
cups to respirate chthonic trees
of parenthetical slate wiped clean
of numinous pantheon
indigenous hoop of consumption
circumscissile grip of blood money
donors banking on Bentham’s heavens
minting the mother meristem
syringe of epic proposition
to relinquish sow of violence
unwieldy chakra wobbling down
hoola halo, hail Halliburton
axiom of reducible earth
ulterior lines of fidelity
wrung from rosaries, the grunting
garrotes of gestalt
subduing pipe dreams
tormented by the hum unbecoming
of great men shouting
every tangent is a bulge
every niche a dimple
on the Venus of Willendorf
and there are naves in our fruit
collapsing like the first word
having the last say
Yet upon the beginning
Wrested from mortal minuend
The handsome chimera
That cloched horizons
Cradled the far within near.
This shattered window freed millions
Split the infinitely coiled hair of logic.
White waves dispersed there again
Around us in that gleaming doom
Embedded smoldering pyres
Very low and awfully high.
Nested plane within the cylinder—
Glistening and curdled flesh-drawn
Lessons, now thin and crackling
Stains upon the cutting board.
(sizing up sons, counting daughters!
Must we gather ripened fruit
Through sieve or fathom seed?
The torrential risk of clinging to waves
Returns lightly, like the ash we are
When we’ve lost all our senses
To the infernal rasp of being.
Arched paths applaud
our departure straight away.
And piecemeal wisdom flicks at our wounds.
We were fair, dark birds on sagging wind
Clamoring, wedged between stinging tears
Thrice cursed éminences grises'
Calumniated Domain: exit the wise.)
Again and against this shimmed door
Time beads up coronas and crusts.
What once was wondrous, now
Huffs, blows rhomboid the flags
Of shame and longing, finds solace
In smoking as men have choked
The myriad stars, took the life
To feed the life, stretched taut and thin
The malleable skins, screwed water in
Drew wire around the provisionally
Pure—privatized and provided
By the whores of forced faith
To shake, make corollary truth from lies
Know flight from murmuration
Sensual cadence from the fluttering
Hand of cynosure to the passing
Prompts of our Sun
leisure arts like symphonic composition, 3/17/2014 note
discuss leisure arts like symphonic composition and performance to bountiful habitats --- where variety and abundance causes aggregates of conflict where there is dispersion to forage but rather ease of the find and therefore more time to invent or deceive... and the origins of self-awareness...
emailed to Jeremy England at MIT, 1/22/2014
I've been thinking visually about this for some time now... since a physics grad student room mate of mine danced for me the propagation of light---couldn't help but imagine a single event like this piercing the waters on earth and thereby fashioning the first helical eddies upon which organic compounds formed their ladders to seeming independent motion; and this chain of life now is being pulled apart like taffy. just some thoughts...
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Huston Smith quote, 12/20/2013
"if the peoples of the world differ from one another temperamentally these differences could well affect the way spirit appears to them it could be seen from different angles so to speak" from Houston Smith's The World's Religions, p 386
+ Chomsky to Panapsida, 11/8/2013 note
Chomsky's "syntactic structures" , specifically "deep" and "surface structure. This needs to be added to Panapsida.
potential panapsida subtitle, 2/21/2013
potential panapsida subtitle. the anatomy of a semiotic convention and Bateson's "pattern that connects". or Panapsida: The Evolution and Morphology of Conceptual Convention.
psych 2/18/2013 note
Suffice to say my efforts in the least are meant to examine some corollaries and not so much to insist upon causal relations but only to suggest some curious apparent sequences and sigmoid analogues. However I will not maintain a positivist stance. It seems to me some small attempt to account for the mental state of wonder (for lack of a better word right now) should be made---a delving into the spiritual aspect of James' "empirical self" but more importantly I mean also to offer up an alternative triadic categorization as a fundamental integration of attitudes towards the world rather than implying, as Morton Hunt interprets from James' theory, a mind jeopardized by a split in the personality.
Neuroboros poem commentary, 2/18/2013
My Neuroboros epic poem is in the spirit of linked images, as in
[the haikai no renku tradition from the early modern period of Japanese literature (poetry): ie.
3 possible readings of each verse; poets competing for the next "link" in the chain of verses ] (K Mazur, Princeton Encycl., p. 1169)
In Neuroboros however there are swells of overlapping voices, links and readings, with no strict syllabic count for each verse nor rhyme only that it maintains a somewhat melodic cadence, and adheres to a fundamental theme of "being as self absorption," and the primary images comprised of the uroboric archetype's cluster of symbols as well as my "shape(s) of escape" (the arbiform, toroid, hourglass, nodal terminus, the neuron, etc.; see panapsida)
"imageless thought" 2/13/2013 note
Wurtzburg school "expanded upon" Wundtian psychology: superordinate v subordinate associations... a "determining tendency" (ie. "mental set") exposed the "mind's [potential] preparedness to perform a task by unconscious means." "imageless thought" that is, is subject to subordinance to institutional "mind sets" through visual propaganda filling in for the absent associated visual superordinate.
all the more reason to learn to "think visually" for one's self.
shape of panapsida dis, 2/13/2013
Perhaps I should be organizing sections in Panapsida according to the spiral neuronal logic of being as self/world graphic (that currently does not have a name other than neuroboros)
persecution rant, 1/28/2013
while a single object of unjust torment might easily overlook or forget a single unpleasant incident it is much more difficult to ignore many incidents alike in content, such that one in the least knows they are certainly related.
For the separate perpetrators of such acts, should they be plentiful---which I will call persecution, for they are no longer mere insinuations---while their individual acts might have seemed inconsequential to each of them, what they might not possibly have imagined is the effect a relentless series of such acts might have on another individual, unless of course that is the conspired result; but either amount to violence regardless. It is as if each perpetrator were an artillery gunner unaware on the one hand that elsewhere and circumscribing the target were other artillery units firing at the same target; or on the other hand they each found and shared satisfaction in their combined ulteriorly un-relatable tactics, such that their sole acts were no longer harmless warning shots to scare off an intruder but collaboration in the lethal shelling of a non-combatant victim.
hourglass/tree 1/10/2013 note
a general inclination toward the hourglass shape whilst a particular affinity for the tree... the hourglass being then a reduction of the tree into an opposition of terminal nodes without regard immediately for growth
Witt vs Mish anachronism 1/08/2013
Wittgenstein thought of himself as an anachronism. Mishima apparently was not aware of his anachronism.
panapsida ref 12/25/2012 note
"It was not until the threshold of our time was reached that scientific inquiries perceived that their own problems and methods required an interpretation of 'primary qualities' in terms of relations, such as position, motion and temporal span [ .... ] The foregoing is intended to indicate that the different objectives of common sense and of scientific inquiry demand different subject matters and that this difference in subject-matters is not incompatible with the existence of a common pattern in both types." (John Dewey).
This commonality---which Dewey calls a "community of pattern" and is in reference to inquiry---is akin to Wittgenstein's "family resemblances" (more so than symbolic logic as such); and it could be said that Gregory Bateson was on to this as well with his logical typing and the "pattern that connects." This patterning of facts through inquiry is essentially what I set out to visually distill ( without symbolic logic yet with the proposition that I can find another related set of forms more visually approximate to fact) from a varied set of written works (such as Dante's Commedia, Mishima's Sun and Steel, William James' Varieties..., et al)---this pattern is the subject of my thesis and my "Panapsida," as well as that of my serial poem "Neuroboros". I suppose I will be accused of attempting alchemy... yet it is my claim that since the sciences aesthetics, and spirituality seem to be converging culturally anyway, I will simply say I also mean to strip away the elitism that contaminates all specialized vocabularies and thus level the "language-game" playing field such that we can finally find some satisfactory ethical solutions to political propositions.
re shapes of our escape
regarding the shapes of our escape: the palmate is the taking-in-shape (cf dendrite or open hand) and the node or fruit (cf synaptic- or fist) is the giving-out or forward shape, and a transference of energy... this is the temporal series of event-shapes. There is as well a contiguous spatial series which expands and diminishes in a similar fashion yet as a spiral logical type, where the aforementioned neuronal visual sequence as a single unit flips and unfolds to greater transferences while at the same time bringing inward for the body and the mind the excitations of our environs as if we tumbled like a loosed dendrite across a massive terrestrial neurotransmitter. And such a meaning is especially implicit in the deciduous tree, where from-leaf-to- fruit can be seen as the manifestation of the above mentioned temporal series, and the tree itself, as an extrapolation of the earth-to-seed hierarchy, is an isolated manifestation of the spatial series qualified by the varied surrounding spatial temporal developments. The palmate of our being then we could say also aspires to take in the fullness of the earth's nodal substance through token and icon---since we can not possess all space and time much less ever say that our knowledge is complete. We can attempt however to intuit the fullness of this sense of completeness and even at times be satisfied with aesthetic or material expressions and/or be successfully consoled through spiritual reckonings that we extend securely into the future. This in short is the hypothetical matrix of logical dimension that i attempt to explicate in further detail in a work I've chosen to call "Panapsida." Hopefully I will finish it before I am released from this body...Hopefully I will finish it ie., as soon as I finish digesting Kant, Sellars, Dewey, Rorty and several others such as Dawkins--- then I will pretty much be ready to resume this thesis.
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