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the songs i do not know (iii)

On By Alias HarlequinIn being, communication, creative writing, Experimenctes, intimacy, Knowledge, Language, Other, Poetry, WritingLeave a comment

Tell me the songs you don’t know

Dan Beachy-Quick, Of Silence and Song

Light…makes some things seen, makes some things invisible

-SIR THOMAS BROWNE, IN B-Q, OF SILENCE AND SONG

iii. inside the other

.

i walked

caves, hollows, holes

reaching in

wondering, wandering,

exploring

.

wherefore?

in whom?

this forest-stream-mountain

rain

cloud or animal

species

perhaps kind

world

.

else

.

eye, crotch, finger, part

leg, mouth, buttocks, cleave

begin

in prayer

darklight arithmetic

and and and

also

more

.

a line

emotion

an happening

or even

event

what is called

beginning

again

what feels like

entering, entrance

entry

way

.

fuel

to the opening

.

i walked

in prayer

singing

nothing

known

listening

still

to answer

.

call

response

(“Tell me,” she said)

of songs

you do

not know

(“i don’t,” i said

i do

.

begin

again

before

where now

already

‘One’s’ thoughts on in-here-nt bounds

On By Alias HarlequinIn awareness, Confusion, Cosmology, dreaming, Experience, human, Philosophy, thinking, Writing2 Comments

The β€œworld,” as it were, as it β€˜is’ (also, reduced, in addition) β€œfor us.”

How it comes to be as we are – briefly.Β  Almost incalculably miniscule.Β  Almost β€˜happenstance.’

β€œOur” world, as it were: all we cannot know, that we are part in, of, with.

One wonders what β€œworld” can possibly mean.

Every meaning apparently nothing outside of this microscopic sliver of kind… EVERYthing and more, β€œfor us.”  Some β€˜infinity’ or β€˜void;’ β€˜abyss’ or β€˜chaotic complexity’ – a reference to every-thing (or not) that so far surpasses us, outstrips us, beyonds us.Β  Some so-called…”world.”

One. Can.

One could turn toward all that, could β€˜be-itself,’ bi-pedally, shrimpishly, speck-o-dust uprightedly, with/in β€˜it’…and have a dwarfed, almost indiscernible β€˜experience.’  Or β€œone” (were such a thing possible) could de-cide, di-vide, con-sider (?) – place oneself β€˜over against’ or β€˜in contrast’ (contra-di-stinction) to all that: otherness, β€˜world,’ β€˜uknown/unknowable,’ β€˜beyond,’ β€˜out-side,’ infinite… and de-term-in.

Squash it down to β€˜one’s own scale, name it / call it / sign it, and β€˜fit’ it in.Β  i.e. cut it small enough to be comprehensible, digestible, sensible (according-to-one’s-own) and pre-tend, fore-tell, image-in, sign-i-fy it ACCORDING TO… β€˜one,’ β€˜us,’ β€˜me’ (such as math, logic, language, communicable signs, etc – in-(ter)ventions on/of our own terms).

Human knowledge, inquiry, disciplines, creations, theories, etc. are EXACTLY (and perhaps ONLY, one surmises) THAT: at the scale of the human. β€˜One’ is prone to automatically grant every β€˜other’ (plant, material, organism, structure, system, etc) the β€˜same’ β€˜world’ – as Wittgenstein indicated: indecipherable, untranslatable or communicable between kinds, but most probable, no? – Umwelts – worlds upon worlds within worlds outside worlds… we (β€˜ones’) can have no share, understanding, con(with)cept, com(with)munication of…

To each its scale of experiencing, and all scales together…

Given the human (so-self-called) scale, this seems pertinently and poignantly most evident…

…why would we chafe against our limits… or (perhaps) every scale always is – no β€˜one’ could know this… ones (and many ones) are only ones – more and less than their own possible perspectives… in- and out-looks OF.Β  Scale.Β  (Perhaps).

Obviously, com(with)posing in your/our language… whatever I dream is representative of my scale… i.e. is only a capacity of β€˜one’(kind) … of many.

Pleasurably so… or why not?

Dreaming beyond scale (or, inventing scale and its beyond – in the de-term-in-ing) demonstrates itself as a capacity… (e.g. mythology, science, religion, fiction/fantasy, psycho-anything, spirituality, philosophy, history, and so forth) … all imagined efforts beyond-scale, that, in occurring demonstrate the possibilities/limitations of human scale…

What β€˜beyond’ could β€˜one’ see, think, feel, etc., that is not a demonstration of limited and actual capacity of β€˜one-scale’-to-experience?

So β€˜one’ has a-, con-, etc. scales… all part of one’s scale (abilities, capacities, possibilities, options, kind).Β  Against, with, creative, reductive, but ALL and ANY activities of one kind (so-self-called β€˜human’) show its locked and limited capacity.Β  One never goes beyond.

Fini.

To β€˜work limits,’ and boundaries are clearly elements of our β€˜limits’ and β€˜boundaries’ of the scope and scale of the β€˜human.’

β€œGods,” cosmologies, dreams, histories, theorizing, etc., all contained within the β€˜bounds’ or capacities of the β€˜kind-of-thing-β€˜One’-is.Β  Perhaps.

It is the β€˜perhaps’ that haunts us.Β  [but what could β€˜haunt’ indicate but another human capacity – perhaps a β€˜felt capacity’ of bursting or extending our capacities?]

Witchcraft.Β  Art.Β  Technology.Β  Religion.Β  Theoretical and experimental anything.Β  Logos.Β  Arche.Β  Tohu.Β  Bohu.Β  Beginning.Β  Universe (must needs always shrink to one’s own scale… in order to uni-anything… β€˜multiverse’ simple exponents of capacities for in our microscopic self-experienced sphere… we named β€˜infinity’ – is there no exponent we can’t add – within our tiny range of potential?).

One’s own anthropology.

Logically [though I excessively distrust that program of human-ing] – what con-cept, i-dea, imagine-ing, or object-ivity is not necessarily always paramatered by the human ex-periential capacities?

The bounds may be elastic or no – there would be no way for a kind to know – being all-ways the β€˜one’ experiencing.

IN-HERE-NT BOUNDS.

Within / Without

On By Alias HarlequinIn Fear, human, identity, Perception, relationship, Samuel Beckett, Semiotics, Writing3 Comments

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β€œI have only to go on, as if there were something to be done, something begun, somewhere to go.Β  It all boils down to a question of words, I must not forget this…”

– Samuel Beckett, The Unnameable –

Waiting for the passerby to pass.Β  Contingency.Β  To not open the door until the potential for harm is past.Β  No apparent harm: adult man, skin color variance, divergent ethnicity, strolling outside the iron black gate surrounding my home, gesturing toward and addressing my small pet mammal (a dog) – ostensibly safely contained and separate – from the strange-other, (β€œstranger”) traveling past my abode on a designated path β€œoutside,” a public sidewalk… yetΒ no harm is ever apparent, or we’d be almost certain to avoid it.

From behind the closed door, thus abandoning the small animal, the β€œpet” that I care for (β€œcare”? – to keep alive with food and water, activity and touch – for what reasons I have never understood, it seems something we do, or something done to us) in any case (who β€œus”?) to me (β€œme”?), in any case, in every case, (what is β€œcase”? – case is what occurs), in any case the sensation that harm is imminent, is possible, that any/every-thing (or case) harbors potential threat – intrusion, oppression, obligation, response-ability – that ANY passer(s)-by may enforce (force what in?), force β€œpresence” (presence: the pressure of an other)…occurring-with.

Mammal, woman, weather, man.Β  Peril of change, of inevitable occurring, alteration, the inception of a β€œcase.”  Event.Β  Permutation.Β  Disaster.Β  Perhaps.

Wait for β€œit” to pass (ambiguous constancy of language, of pronouns, of perhaps).Β  To be.

No apparent harm, harm always arriving where not apparent, otherwise averted.

Therefore damage expected everywhere, until proven otherwise or bypassed, for when has it ever been the β€œcase” that harm, hurt, or affliction were not lurking unaware?

Always caught β€œoff-guard” when injured.Β  As in β€œaccident,” or un-fore-seen.Β  Must not not-fore-see.Β  Avoid wreckage.

He passes by.Β  Or she, or it, or they (ambiguous language and malleable, eminently referable, transferable, vague for application).Β  No harm incurred (as far as is known).Β  As who knows?Β  Who might know?Β  Or what?

World transforms.Β  Passers-by.Β  Incidents.Β  We have a β€œcase” (who – β€œwe”?).Β  β€œI” step back, step in, amidst Β walls, barriers, rooms.Β  β€œI” retreat.Β  Evading catastrophe.Β  Probable hardship.Β  Imaginable uncertainty. Β Such is the “case,” my “cave,” a cave uncertain, unreliable, self-designated, no one knows. Β This (what β€œthis”?) is vague – hurt has always materialized unexpectedly.Β  Danger is disaster, or if not, no harm no foul, never wounded by suspecting, only oblivious or uninformed.Β  Must anticipate harm.Β  Less proven guiltless.Β  Never guiltless.Β  Never harm without an-other, without outside, without obscurity.Β  What is β€œwith-out”?

When ever not with-out?Β  With-out always.Β  With.Β  No in without with-out.Β  Danger of disaster. Β Any definabilityΒ requiring with-out.Β  No in without out. Β Being with out.

Waiting for passersby to pass.Β  Bye.

When have I been harmed when I expected?Β  Perhaps in love, perhaps adventure.Β  Any venture with out.Β  Into the without. Within without.Β  Knowing I was risking with the out.Β  β€œSelf-harm.”  It would appear without’s within as well.Β  Never not another.Β  Abysmal and ubiquitous.Β  Possibly impossible: to be without with-out.Β  No reference or referral without being-with β€œout.”

No within then.Β  Only out could be.Β  In with in?Β  Self-same.Β  Tautology.Β  A=A.Β  How A without out?Β  Without not-A?Β  Without absence, other, space, not-line, shapelessness, void?Β  A=A because A is distinguishable from.Β  Distinct.Β  From – ?Β  Without.

Why β€œwithout”?Β  Why not only β€œwith” – necessarily out or other?Β  Variant.Β  Different.Β  Without β€œout” no β€œwith.”

Squirrel, leaves, air, skin.Β  Cells, organs, activities and processes.Β  Even what’s β€œin” is β€œout” for β€œwith.”  β€œIn” β€œwith” β€œout.”  A=A.Β  So say.Β  Think.Β  β€œI.”  Passing by.Β  Table, paper, pen, without prompting β€œin.”  In without as well.Β  No β€œin.”  A=A.Β  IN WITH OUT.

Out the β€œwithin.” Β Without in/out.Β  Writing.Β  Saying.Β  Bleeding.Β  Breathing.

Only think with out.Β  All out, away, a way.

Wait for a way to away.Β  Within/Without.Β  A/A.Β  No equals.Β  Never equal.

Pet mammal dog, own voice, man, woman, child, sensation, language, molecule, atmosphere, ground: without with-in.

WITH, then.Β  Simply with.Β  No out, no in.Β  All danger and disaster, potential and unsuspected harm.Β  Can not.Β  Unprotected.Β  Only WITH.Β  No out, no in.

Waiting for the passers-by.Β  Passing.Β  Bye.

 

 

The Intolerable Vulnerability of beginnings…

On By Alias HarlequinIn Experimenctes, Writing3 Comments

I am desperately vulnerable to being unable to move beyond beginnings….as witnessed by the following attempts…Lengle - VulnerabilityINTOLERABLE VULNERABILITIES

I.

When we begin – anything – we beginΒ with. Β We start out already alwaysΒ somewhere asΒ some one,Β some thing. Β Some entity or element among others. Β There are no, is no, such thing as a ‘fresh start,’ as a living organism.

From our particular inceptions we are loaded and formed with genetic baggage – our cells and context shaped by conditions far beyond and external to ourselves. Β And nary a freedom is advanced. Β Sure we participate in the shaping and construction and continuance of us, but we are never extricated, abstracted, or independent from an environment, a shared and shaping surround – it’s the contingency for existing: Other(s).

A world not formed by us. Β A plural existence, NEVER a solitary, isolated or uniform one.

Many find these ever-initiating constraints intolerable. Β That one is unable EVER, to start from scratch, re-invent, re-formulate, or createΒ ex nihilo. Β Nothing, absence, void, simply – is not.

Therefore, ever existing in the already-established, already formulating, already-begun, we come together and transform.

Cells and genes, energy, matter and air conscribe to carry on in ripples and subject/objects of being. Β Including, colluding us – we, you, me, I.

Wholly integrated (smoothly or with great difficulty) into the ongoing flux and flow of languages, practices, thoughts and behaviors of a very large and intricate, complex and dynamic world – we arise – conditioned, constrained and subject to our sort of organization – make-up, culture, circumstance, arrangement, perception, emotion, body, reason, available resources, types, renditions of being A being in this possible world. Β A world, impossibly, that isΒ just this way.

And the task is (always has) already begun – how will/does this particular, unique combination and configuration of elementary particles (a living, bounded, active, exchanging system/organism) adapt, effect, adjust, infect, evolveΒ with its environment?

An environment of people, places, activities and things ALWAYS ALREADY begun, and also always already NOT-YET…awaiting, accepting, adapting, adjusting with US.

Our configurations, energy, activities and behaviors. Β Nothing the same with us. Β Nothing without.

Incalculable.

You, me, we make all the difference – along with EVERYthing else.

Some call this a paradox. Β If you did not begin, it would make no difference. Β If you do, it makes all difference. Β Both, always, true.

Nothing is the same with you. Β Nothing would be the same without you.

The world is a situation = both / and / more. Β A complex and indiscernible system that just seems to work this way. Β Call it “Butterfly Effect,” “Creation” or “Evolution,” “Chaos,” “Order,” “Life” – it all makes NO difference AND ALL the difference to actual experience.

And it is so.

Thus we begin – embedded, embodied, and extended – in an environment always long established, ongoing and begun: constrained, constructed, collaborated, and free.

I begin. Β IΒ beg – “let me start over”, fully incorporated, already begun – I:Β in.

ELSE – Aziff : Prompted by Comments

On By Alias HarlequinIn Experimenctes4 Comments

(a continuation of Else Β – Erasure : Beginnings)

Aziff : Prompted by Comments

Once begun, and begun in You-ness, though perhaps not – indeed probably not in any way! – in Newness, you take leave in the middle.Β  Or if not the middle of this brief engagement, somewhere, alas, in its midst, you set out.

β€œThe place I really have to get to is a place I must already be at now” Ludwig Wittgenstein said, which you almost remember, and in any case you think of now, triggered by its inscription among the paper scraps scattered over your writing desk.

Already you’re sick of it.Β  The You-ness you hijacked in hopes of Newness.Β  Your playabout with something Else.Β  Attempting to trip or trick yourself into some place else, somewhere other than where you β€œmust already be at now” – the Else you set about pursuing, by dissecting and deconstructing it on your desk.

You come up short.Β  Feel foiled.Β  A stray comment from some other immediately exposing a cheap and shoddy sleight-of-hand you yourself could not perceive.Β  The danger of others, of else.Β  The dangers of self-encounter in dialogue.

In any case, you create, or you go on making with all that is already tired and old.Β  Namely, yourself, and whatever is at your easy disposal, fearing in advance what might be required to move.Β  Toward what could be New, into the unknown of the Else.

You tackle the pieces, a limited arena of shuffled scraps – quotations, emotions, experiences – in hopes a pattern emerges, an inventive cohesion.Β  Unlikely, or forced.Β  The banality of meaning – a fundamentalist smallness of purposes or cause.Β  You vomit.

It’s a discomfort – as if from some trauma stored throughout your body and brain – a fear of what you cannot identify, having experienced it (β€œsuffered” is how you put it, and β€œendured”) as an unspecified complexity of connectivities too slender to hold or locate – the incomprehensible self – that atomistic and invisible dot-point in a universe of flickering.

Whereas you are able to imagine others and else as substantial – entities with agency – in all the vastness.Β  What you can observe with less participation, seeming more real to you, somehow.

Else – you just get lost in the dissection.Β  Labyrinthine traces of fact upon facts, ad nauseum infinitum…  The searching for cause and impact in a loop within a web caught in a net stranded among strands inextricably interlocuted in endless structures and systems imperfectly operational.Β  And so forth, you consider the sources.Β  Always coming up missing or bereft.

Cease.Β  And breathe like a statue.Β  It doesn’t.Β  You don’t.Β  Else.

Not what you thought you were looking for.

New probably just meaning something different, you repeat yourself, something Other, something Else.

You set out.

Out of the Cave

On By Alias HarlequinIn Experimenctes, Journallings, Philosophy, Writing2 Comments

I really don’t know what these things are I’ve been writing (“Ideas of Home”, this one…). Β Seem to be open ramblings. Β I apologize if they waste time for any readers, I think I’m trying to open up channels inside of me with less self-conscious shaping and imposition of some pre-formed concepts of style, order, characterization, plot, even poesy. Β Opening veins, trying to allow swollen connections between pockets of my body and brain that otherwise occur only in dreams or infrequently heightened states. Β Not sure what’s going on, just writing.

 

In the Depression, A Cavern

Β 

The outlook that prides its common sense (for those who bear it)

β€œI cannot comprehend our attachments to beings”

-E.M. Cioran-

Airtight logic.Β  Closed circle of belief.

The end is doom and oblivion, i.e. β€œend.”

Therefore, β€œI cannot comprehend attachment” –

to things?Β  Well, perhaps, for personal endurance, a comfort while still understanding their nature (β€œtruth”: β€œthings fall apart, the center cannot hold”)

that all become, belong to silence (no total comprehension, understanding) all is constant change, therefore ephemeral, ridiculous to trust or develop dependence – everything changes, and then you die…

that, well that does not seem to alter much.Β  Perhaps it wavers.

As all things wobble and waver, are insecure, uncertain.

Well, but maybe not β€œends” and β€œloss” – almost certain, almost absolutely so,

but then not everything has happened, as far as we know.

Hold on to joy’s illusions – real experiences – and why not?

Embrace.

Let go.

You better let go

or it will be taken, suffocated, crushed.

Smile, but don’t forget to cry, there are many truths.

And much matter(s) to perceive (momentarily)

But then there’s that: the individuality of perception

and the fact that that capacity will cease.

Heightened moments, erasing duration,

fictions of time and space.

Self and other.

World.

It rains…complicating equations, understand? (for the Unknown Unnamed)

On By Alias HarlequinIn Experimenctes, Journallings, Philosophy, Writing2 Comments

[please bear with these ramblings…they are taking shape…and each stumbling advance leads…i promise…:)]

Standing in rain.Β  Under rain.Β  Understand.

Unknown, unnamed, still wet.Β  Still cleansed.Β  Garnering names…

One.Β  Other.Β  Wet one.Β  Lost one.Β  Un-one.Β  More.

Hearing one.Β  The replier.Β  Seeing one, seems, seams, semes.

No/w/here: under rain, understanding some thing(s).

The wet can flood and drown, or cleanse and caress.

Can surround, come down, or buoy and uphold.

Understanding rain.

One water-name, countless individuals.

Unknown infinity, possibly.

Unnamed – an incalculable number of names – possibly.

The Writing One and the One Who Reads.Β  The One-Standing-Under-Rain and The One Rain Falls Upon.

The One Reaching the Other and The Other Receiving One.Β  A One Necessary Other for joinder and boundary, their rift and cleft, the possibilities.

If β€œto understand” counts as knowledge, he is many-known and many-named as he engages, encounters no/w/here.

[if w always presents we]

so that without w there is no-here and no now.

N/amed

O/ther

W/e

+/= here.Β  now here.Β  how here.Β  now here.

He realizes this direction is constantly unknown, even at its end.Β  If he can know it is raining, he cannot know how many.Β  And whenever it ceases, the water will be elsewhere, other-wise.

The Thinking One.Β  Confused Other.

He is unable to inscribe or translate even a fraction of his names in a single no/w/here…which are not singular, ever.

Names rain when he looks, listens, feels.Β  Attends.

Ecstatic One.Β  Diluted Other.Β  Watery One.Β  Solid Other.

Who?

Unknown and unnamed begins to understand, standing under (and in) no/w/here’s rain.

Muchly known, muchly named, ennui…

in-we

he goes on…

standing under rain,

in the middle of,

no/w/here.

I, for Instances of Assembled Appendices

On By Alias HarlequinIn Current Reading, Experimenctes, Poetry, Traces, Writing2 Comments

“Unable to say ‘I’ in either past or future. Β Yesterday’s face, almost unrecognizable. Β Tomorrow’s face, barely thinkable.”

-Edmond Jabes –

“One evening, pulling photographs from his youth out of a drawer, he quoted a dialogue between a child and his grandmother, who was showing him a picture of a very pretty woman:

Β  Β  Β  Β  “Granny, who is this lady?”

Β  Β  Β  Β  “Why, it’s me, darling, when I was young.”

Β  Β  Β  Β  “And who is it now?”

Β  Β  Β  Β  “And he said to me: ‘You see, in thisΒ Who is it now? lies the riddle of a life.'”

-Edmond Jabes-

The Nothingness of Personality