Wednesday, 25 March 2015
Monday, 23 March 2015
An I and a you. Or an eye and a U.
Complex segments to introduce into the content machinery of thought.
The mind is but a sequence of frames moving ever further away from its last self-capture. And thus the paradoxical feeling that it is moving ever closer into itself, at the same time.
I make sense of unity and harmony. There is a truth in you that affirms and negates the possibilities of a truthful statement, after all.
I can tell of you, but this is a prediction.
I can introduce you to my world, but there is no reality to this.
I can make sense of my own efforts, as I am evermore lost in the spaces I have never been thought to have been.
I make sense of contrast and disaffection. There is a spirit we share in the hardware stores of our mental under-currents: the factory of the heart is still reproductive.
Sources for a desperately optimistic lesson on causality.
I stare at you still. In fact, I dare say I am yet to look away.
And this can mean. This can mean that we are yet to move apart.
Meaning transcends us and we transcend it, in many ways. To say that we are together is to perhaps call out our names by a false consciousness. But to imply that we never left is more lovingly a remark about the situation in its whole being.
We transcend that night, for it has transcended us.
I cannot speak for you. I am your perfect liar.
New values into the process of remaking thought. I want to think of you.
Thought is more about you, I think.
This truth you have pointed me to. This eventful lie I keep preserved in the same rarity of its being able to be told, at all.
This voyage through my mind has brought me to another end. A full stop.
We are not together. But in this contentful space of my fantasy, truth, memory and thinking, we will never leave.
There is no way back. I am still here.
Appointed by truth.
Carrying frames per second. I become your next thought. That much closer, now.
Thursday, 19 March 2015
Tuesday, 24 February 2015
Tuesday, 3 February 2015
You cannot see her without being seen. This is a metaphysics for here.
This may be reduced to a distortion of original meanings. But the origin is quite sufficiently the most meaningful of meanings. A distortion of the most meaningful of meanings.
More text: We are noticed and then we notice. Or we notice and then we are noticed. Or we notice when we are not noticed. Or we do not notice when we are noticed. Or there are many notices for us to be noticed but we are not. Or there is a final notice which gives us complete notice, whether we take enough care to interpolate this and these, or not.
Or all of these things necessitate each other, just as it is out of a necessity that we may look to be looked at. Or we do nothing in the same way as these things happen to us. Just as we happen to be. Or we happened to be, only.
To happen to be
Or have happened to be.
The paradoxality of distinctionalist topology.
Closer than ever before. What is the whole distance between a body and its shadow? And does it matter if we interfere in this calculation with thought and symmetrical opinionism?
Because there is a difference. Or there is always a difference. Topographicalism.
The world is plentifully served with notices. This is like our work. To notice them.
When we happen to be, that we have happened to be. Incomplete notes,
Or external notes on the notice of an incompletion,
Of the unnoticeable, with notices of its complete unnoticeability.
Thursday, 29 January 2015
Friday, 23 January 2015
Monday, 19 January 2015
Friday, 9 January 2015
Tuesday, 6 January 2015
Monday, 5 January 2015
Sunday, 4 January 2015
Quando o novo acontece, de onde vem, e o que do velho gera a novidade do seu próximo momento? E se nós nos encontrássemos assim, dentro das novidades, o que antes nos fez encontrar assim?
Falamos de uma possibilidade, porque tanto mais provada a falta de razão.
Começámos pela possibilidade, por não ter havido mais, nem menos, que nós.
Por razão não haver. Nem começo em si.
E as coisas que quisemos entender. As verdades confusas e prévias, sem verdade de previamente estarem. Entendíamos, por enquanto, uma situação.
Entre nós. E as coisas.
Ah, mas que falar de coisas naturais, introduzindo-as, para negá-las seguidamente… dando tudo somente por tirar seu sentido? Feito à nossa imagem. Fazendo à nossa imagem: que coisa sem natureza própria que soubemos ser.
As coisas que depois aconteceram. Entre nós.
E da desnatureza de tudo, ainda outra vez, ou talvez pela primeira – de todos os tempos, igualmente possíveis como possibilidades – estou mediante o processo intrínseco de perder a imagem de ti. Talvez, ainda, e pela primeira vez, outra vez, reencontrá-la-ei num sonho que agora antecipo sem estranheza. Dada, como a verdade tirada do futuro sentido desnecessário do razoável.
Já que fomos, das coisas todas. Só nós.
Coisas que trocámos. Por falta de natureza própria. Sei ambos divergir e não cometer – absolutamente nada. Fico comigo próprio, intrinsecamente, dentro das palavras que, de facto, e por troca universal, imaginam a vontade que não sei expressar.
Tenho de fazer. Terei de ser. Ser-me. Por isto tudo. Sei que, só agora, talvez saberei.
De ti, por não te saber de qualquer maneira. Dentro desta outra troca toda, tornaste-te em palavras que farão novos sentidos, outros sentidos, todos os sentidos que aproximar-me-ão, de ti – porque jamais a ti vou poder ter, intrinsecamente.
Terei que ser. Talvez.
Comecemos de novo, e desta vez com a razão toda de recomeçar.
Wednesday, 31 December 2014
Eliminative Absurdism |
Elemental Experimentalism |
Jocular Motorism |
Elemental Constitutionalism |
Stylistic Autism |
Subjectivist Hedonism |
Mitigated Nihilism |
Bohemic Gratification |
Constructive Debauchery |
Compulsive Personification |
Ebrious Obfuscation |
Literary Charlatanism |
Insulated Confraternization |
Impregnated Solipsism |
Imaginative Foundationalism (_(|)_)
The empire of the irrational - if you are incapable of understanding irrationality, the insane, are too speculative on the margins intersecting the order and the disorder, then I suggest reading me as some form of logical parasitism. (_(|)_)
Articulation - the office of contracting stipulations without revealing the stitch-work. But the humoured are always left. (_(|)_)
Fact and Theory - result from the same operative faculty: observation. I write my own facts, to observe new differences. (_)
Friday, 29 March 2013
We achieve prominence in the reduction of the spirit of the temporal, and thus pursue it as the collective temporally confined to exceed the other in favour of a heightened self, timed.
Is the image an imagination of the object internalised, or might it consist of the object inconsistent with the apparatus of extraction?
I am the humanism of intelligence, a methodical engager in the augmented attention to reality, the full engagement, the sole attention of the real in, the occupant of the intraducible concept of intelligent.
The object that has failed to engage the engaged is not a failed object. The only point of the object is to be pointed, nothing more.
Balance and symmetry are solely encountered through the procurement of the organicity they propose, by the belief in their existence, somewhere in the visible moment of their slight happening, then again vanished.
I – The aspect of the conquered which was, except conquered, acquired in the effort of the conquest; purchased element of the victory.
II – The feature of the acquired that supposes to the purchaser the element of conquest, whereupon victory is particular to the exchange on the behalf of he who has purchased.
The polymorphous extension of my self-generative speculations, applied to a plethora of instances to cogitate, insofar as such generated cogitation would be speculative, must not be resumed to an unstable equilibrium of imminent contradictions. I contend, instead, that the apparentness of any contradiction is but the item of a performance inhabiting the indefinable multitude of the instance, in itself and repeated around the successive appearance of its apparentness. Fundamentally, the contradictory is a symbol of the possible without the possibility of ever being, continued within the possibility of ever being: a symbolic performance organised through the fertility of an insecurable logos.
The action talks of itself as the methodical move towards itself; in the act, there is not simply action, yet altogether the coordination it assumes proposed from the priority of its chosen exchange. More so, there is an unattainable coincidence with the intention as active, the one that does not happen and the other that is all for itself avoided in the choice of the action that therefore becomes phenomenal.
Writing has, for itself, an acquitting volatility which is perennial in surmising an unadulterated growth, beneath the suspenseful desire of the writer, through his writings as recognition of himself. However, this growth is interrupted, ceased indefinitely, whence the written can no longer be instructed as a peremptory self-image of he who has written. It is not happiness through an achievement; it is, rather, the consequence of self as through the endeavour to write. Expression is absent, exploration is final. And never promptly a will to self-explore; exportation would be more conscious than this.