After all, My contemplations, that is what they are... The world appears to change every day, but sources confirm by the end of April we will have access to next-tier nexeter informatic and practicum. And My enslavement to my passion is rounding the circle, and young men and women of great beauty show up with their reflecting lights, bringing tears to my eye; we only ever say "it has been so long". And the feeling is that there is plenty to give, too, that's a great atmosphere to keep. I did not imagine an Aries season could be so forthright, so lavish. There are certain natural conditions about us that I can't help but be thankful for, certain confessions i do make, the surprises of the day to day events and how they total up, my responsibility to my work, my work being my expressions. This is a type of news administration about fresh discovery and enduring vision, through one affluence: layered networks of rarefied information, distilled in the alembic of one person, as I have always admired about the rest.
In view of the changing tides i will be releasing the first edition of a periodical called Pure Silver, and to the delight of my shoulders I might set free old lies and scattered loves, which once made my posture good but now weighs me down. This has been a consideration of mine that i have tasted, and masticated, and spit out, for the better part of 2 years, since one summer's watery window saw the passing of a most important and influential person to my life. I have no plans for Pure Silver beyond that it has been a zone of address, and is ready to be born. As soon as this happens I will turn completely the opposite direction, but maybe swing back around again before the year's up. Pure Silver is an anthology of text, image and hand-style, and hand-affect; one debt to be paid of many, & whatever i might find to be obvious.
Curiously, i have a tone in my speech that "things" are not as they ever were. I have fun dancing around this idea, and I argue with myself frequenting on the meaningless about the state of the world, the state of the days. That's what writing is all about - freedom. What i find most significant about writing is its guidance to the architecture of thinking. The written conveyance is to excitedly and drastically sculpt flashes of lightning, to idealise the circuits of grease which lay atop still pools of mud. And Human thought is not as formless that word grants it form, not so direct, but with greater complexity, the act of writing will lead the person to stand before the threaded columns of our human thoughts. Writing delivers its author to his own ideas, which exist as a living organ of his basic functions, and with every pronouncement, writing sustains its own sport with endless permutations at hand to craft its own stability. As the writer we do this service and from what results we are made aware of reality. And This spacial interplay of mind and desire taking up another dimension, so that we can see it for ourselves, is one enthralling and basic freedom since the greatest and worst times of all time.
I had created this website with a long list of reasons and still more motivations that I could make up at a moment's notice if anybody asked me... But a major fact of my dedication to writing, and concentration of writing here, is that I'm committed to the experiences of our day. My writing for many years now has been motivated by philosophy, analysis and social criticism, because this is the way I was installed; however as with other areas of my life I am devoted to the singularity of a perspective which can stand for the multitude. To me, that takes the form of strictly non-specific, non-political divulging, these being tones of expression where other people will lose me. I have lived this way in my young life: i have no expectations about what really happens in the world, most understanding if not reality, is reality-testing. Through an intoxicating and self-gratifying kink i persist to put myself in the position to read and learn, about times of living and groups of people, and the depths that we are all at this present moment aware of become crystallised, and i can see through them, I can see forever. This is one of few truly consequential things to my mind: the history and recollection of human lived experience. And so it is also one of few salient things to write about.
I do not endorse or waste time with the rabble when so many before us have done everything in their power to show posterity that something else indeed is possible. And there is nothing wrong with the common, and anybody should be prepared to mingle and serve amongst the crowds - but I should like to have fun, mainly more than anything, to do what suits me best. I see problems with today, i see new things, I see the same things that have always been seen, and so do you - Therefore it is no good to me to report on a fire, to sing the rancid tune of virtue for the suffering, or to be an activist, the smirking devotion of many at my age. At my angle, the writing has no use to be poetic, nor didactic, which is in such abundance; Leaving the room, we just let it lie.
As for those things which are not as they ever were, that's the only angle which has purpose here. People started to say it before, too, and they were right: we are witnesses. We watch our very biology transform in slight increments over hundreds of thousands of years, and the very moment we are provided into the earth to exist we are accompanied with the stain of memory. Memory is akin to awareness, which is that "spirit" that everybody is always blabbing on about, whether they mean to or not. (Which is why it's so annoying and pointless to ascertain opinions and beliefs about any subject at all, for irrespective of your opinion or belief you concede to participate in a mutual reality with that which you think you are declining... Well more another time) All is to say that in small degrees sufficing ages, the human species evolves to even greater self-consciousness and knowledge of our self as a thinking and viewing (witnessing) psychic instrument. This awareness of our own awareness (intelligence) causes reactions in us as social groups which come to form the bulk of historical activity.
When i get to peer into the other lives, and the old times, of course there is much I wish we still could do and be as people. Like that privacy about social life that existed because of order, and mannerly people, and the limitations which generally made us more clever, busy, and dramatic; still we are those same people, just with new exceptions. I try to remind people that we are still working off those last hundred years, because cognitive dissonance permits everyone to sleep with both eyes closed, they think we are so far away, and so different! But then again, many people think that things are all bad with us now, that things not being as they ever were is sinister and foreboding, and so many need to talk about "the end" to justify their fears. The grace of what has already happened is the only balm such a wound needs. We are heading into times that shake us, indeed war broadcasts throughout our heads and we can only sit, and take up other issues, and moan about random things so that the sound of our own whining can then be a problem we'd like to moan about fixing. So, I don't know, but Pure Silver is what I've got to give...
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