Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
A collection of scanned scrap book images relating to pop culture, ideology, metaphysics, and philosophy.
Posts
The gaze. And my gaze back. Pictures of who, for me, never was, but who I do know and feel still is somewhere, unaware of my gaze, but in another's gaze that is ontologically one with mine. Ontology does account for something in this life. It, in fact, inside of fact, accounts for fact, all the facts, but remains outside. These are pictures of gaze upon gaze on those worthy of our gaze. Pixilated beauty of the imagination. A tease. Ta eidola.
ReplyDeleteDon't you think it is a wonder that we can enter into such a world away from this everyday world? That we can wonder about our wondering? That desire causes these magical beings to yield so readily? The imagination is already at home in paradise. Flying beyond ordinary truth we land in Truth. When I was much younger I drove out often onto that enchanted landscape. If you came along now, I'm sure I would love the way you enchant me.
The gaze in these pictures is not articulate in a verbal sense. A very spatial scene is given. In my writings no spatial, visual scene is given, except in a very concretely indeterminate way. Don't get me wrong, my writings are ideationally very determinate, but they do necessarily have that lessening of the senses that the spirit so loves – there is always jealousy between those who would be beloved. Even the spatial scene of the pictures is timid in the presence of that gaze. And with good reason; the end of the gaze gazing is the witheringly empty gaze. The cringe and the corral of the great sky.
In my writings I (though not I but an, or the, abstract I) am (or is) speaking. A heavily punctuated idea. Should I say that my words lead to the pictures, or perhaps to an ideal picturing of the Beloved naked in the abstract, of which these pictures are merely a picturing? I speak to you and ask. I am a disembodied thought thinking. Where is the god and God? Is it that - the nexus of both ways?
These pictures are then pictures of silence and of the absence of love because they are, after all, just pictures. The fact of being only pictures is pictured in them. Still, I am not a wilting romantic. I am not seeking the pain of the empty womb to fill it up. I am a handler of words and the perfections of Being.
In both Greece and Israel, the gods spoke. Always a dark and numinous speaking, but they did speak. As did all the Aryan gods. A poetry that depicts only a visual scene is false. Even in that poetry that is the dialogue of gods, if that dialogue only depicts such a scene, it is false. The speaking must speak the speaking and the thinking of thought.
Look at these pictures and see the lovely images of what is also the absence of the gods and God. Read my words and "see" the presence in your seeing so little. Where is that that is both?