poetic reflection on the meaning and manifestation of hate.

hate is something that is born out of a moment,
a spurt of energy channeled through the flesh, the word, and the air in the lungs.
the mind plays a part and the body performs the dance,
like Shiva, consuming all that is not stable enough to survive it.
no sound can ever exemplify the satisfaction,
of a howl and the gritting of jaws and the stabbing your palms with your nails.
like wittgenstein's rose in between the creatures jagged teeth,
as fast as neurons can carry the poison,
the medicine for the soul of he who has been trampled.

castoriadis vs. vázquez (like a philosophical ballet)

"the subject is that which opens."
-Castoriadis

Castoriadis states that...

"Our time is not time.
Our time is not the time.
Our time is no time."

His use of the clause and the meanings and uses of the word time create a wide variety of interpretations. time is the fuel for political activity in that it takes place in time. any interpretation of these statements made by castoriadis is valid. as an economist and philosopher he addressed the political decomposition of our society.

to which i respond in a parallel argument...

"Our art is not art.
Our art is not the art.
Our art is no art."

All these statements are a tautology that illustrates my attitude towards artistic practices today. the lack of signification of the word art make any interpretation valid. this illustrates the futility of art as an effective method of activism. it is my belief that in order for them to survive and regain their social status the artist needs to invade politics. we need to jump-start those structures with rich arguments about perception and the search for understanding of cosmic law.

looking-gnikool

looking for an opening through which i can leave here,
i stumble and i fall though a trap,
thinking that i could outrun fate i grope in the darkness,
all the while losing all possibility of escape.

this place we have built for ourselves enshrines us,
keeps our desires locked away from their source,
through etiquette and through a Christian communion of lashings,
and we thought we were going forward...

as i advance in this conundrum i beget insane ramblings of yesterday,
they accumulate and haunt me when i try to be still,
i know no peace inside my mind,
and outside is chaos as well.

i try to keep a steady gaze to the horizon,
and i scribble notes of happy thoughts when they pop into my mind,
i struggle within the inner space,
in order to move towards the outer realm where we will meet.

somewhere you are just as me,
looking for an exit and finding that the more doors you open,
the deeper in the labyrinth you go,
the more difficult it will be to find you...

stay where i can reach you,
so that we may both venture into the night,
when you'll be watching forward with your preternatural foresight,
as i cover and conjure the light that will drive us.

this video is a conjugation of two things i truly adore about the sixties, Star Trek: The Original Series and Jefferson Airplane. kudos to the editor of this jewel of moving imagery.



and the lyric to make the post complete:

White Rabbit:

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all.
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall.
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall,
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call.
Call Alice
When she was just small.
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low.
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know.
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead,
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head"

a good way to burn calories.

my career in art in a nutshell.

all we can do is dance.

cuando lo que la gente dice no tiene sentido. cuando lo que piensas realmente no te importa. en ese momento en que se colma la copa del badtrip...DANCE!