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What I plan to do with
EYELIGHT
It might seem that a lot of what I have on EYELIGHT is rather
remote and or mysterious. In general that (difficulty or opacity say) is NOT my
aim, but it is often the way posts (could well or probably do) appear on here.
[This is not to necessarily to attack opacity or difficulty etc, these have
their role, but “difficulty” is a fraught subject and also my short point is
that it can become a kind of art in itself and in some cases people suspect the
language of modern (postmodernist mostly) criticism etc is used sometimes
cynically by academics simply to “gain position”, literally a cushy career, by
talking “gobbbldygook”: but I don’t think that that is the case say for someone
such as Derrida it may apply to some of his followers or these so imbued or
saturated by postmodernist theory they cant distinguish this motivation from
what their own ideas, and in fact this becomes the art of theory, an art of
prolixity comparable to a beautiful chess combination such as that in the awesome
and agonisingly beautiful and profound chess game by Rubinstein to defeat
Rotlewi in 1907; and Byzantine complexity that reality-art-morality-life
becomes a kind of complex: which divagatious effusion recalls me to my reading
of Sarrasine, which recalled me to other stories by Balzac, to A
Rebours [Which in my paper back translation (called Against Nature)
I read in English as I am virtually Frenchless!] and my effort to recall the
details [[I used Spark Notes although I possess and have read these books… I
have read so much, too much?]] of A Picture of Dorian Gray (all great
works and writers…)]
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For it had not always been as now, but if you wish to
whisper me some
Sweet intended
tenderness, you can,
for there must
have been
tenderness, togetherness, touching. And on some
immortal goat clapped road
our ways did. Never did we panic
then. Peculiarly, I’m not that
young couple.
She had
her hand fiercely
on his arse.
It wont last,
part of you,
the cynic, says, but
freedom dies not
out with the
giant oak’s
demise; and in the woodlands gay
and dark are such flowers, such blossoms
as Schubert or
Werter mused. That he drowned, or, as we say,
“topped
himself”, is
the shady aspect.
Did he? After
all his “Winterreisse”, for
example, or,
“The Death of the
Maiden” is such music, such love’s
food I
would gladly die for — well, in
words I would...
Indeed it's not now as it was, and, after all,
we did the Name Thing.
Would we do it all again?
The wind whips the question from
your lips and
just then a great
foot descends to
squash you in
profile. It’s absurd, if
sad. In another example,
the top of a
head pops up,
like a lid. But life
is more than doublings,
there are true
ways and straight
as just now the
agents explode in some Chirician street where the
sense as of the Unreal
hovers so perpetually that
nightmares seem normal.
In Robbet-Grillet’s
“Jealousy” for example, or his “Labyrinth”, the
fabled detail endlessly
redefines the
aching sense of
possibility. The very
withholding of plot
or human intercession is indeed
the terrible power
of everything about to
happen. And think of
Jason in “The
Sound & Fury”
by Faulkner.
Reading the latter there
is the feeling
so palpably transmitted of a
thumping petrol
migraine, and of
minds and worlds
corrupted, indeed
evil, except perhaps for
Caddy and Benji
(who’se the Idiot)
and Dilsey
the good nigger, and maybe
the other Quentin who drowns himself, and to
cap it all the tiny
preacher. But this isn’t something on
paper.
And here must cease my hallowed
musings.
“Hullo, I am Herr Götz, and you
are under arrest, Mr Spring.”
I nod, it is time: for all
around do sleek things rush
as things thicken and speed to
the dark dawn woods.
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| The "Rembrandt" self - staring at myself staring at DEATH in very place my father died of the effects of lung cancer in 1987. When and how will I go? And to where? And my children? Victor? Tamasin? Dionne? Sebastian? My 2 sisters and my brother? The others? Pascal feared the Infinite spaces. He died terribly, as did Keats, who denied any morphine by his sadistic and corrupt physician in Italy? |
Will my entrance into the nothing, the horror, to God, the eternal ecstasy or awful dream, "cribbed cabined confined", or shall I vanish. It is impossible for I shall live forever, for I have become as a god.
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| A sculpture or mask by my daughter Tamasin. Does it mock me? |
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TO
PLAN OR NOT TO PLAN
[but to continue]… I don’t necessarily plan each post (there
is range of spontaneity and structured planning in or “behind” each) but,
indeed, sometimes it kind of “comes to me”; the need to post on here and when
that force, as it seems, takes over, then away I go and all my intentions are
blown away.
As however to my overall “structure”, which grew out of
previous book I did long before I owned or knew anything about personal
computers as such: I had originally meant to have several strands in certain
order, and these several strands and or themes would feed into the main subject
or process of EYELIGHT
This general ‘plan’ developed: I would start off with a
longish poem and then fed the various strands or streams into the next and then
I would gradually merge them all and then slowly fragment them at the end and
then I would begin again much as if my Blog was a universe that big banged and
then imploded into itself (as one cosmic theory goes) or some kind of eternal
recurrence! (Construction and destruction, process and fragmentation and
repetition will still go on here.)
Actually when I began I had no idea as this Blog began by
accident, I had tried to make a comment and had found myself starting a Blog!
EYELIGHT actually started a long time ago before I had a computer. At that time
I was searching for a more formal or consistent project and come up with one
that would for example start with the local and include not only “universal”
ideas or themes but would also include myself (as I explore ideas of distance
and “masks” and how far I can be “confessional” etc) and indeed everything but
would be more formal than my The Infinite Poem (started 1992) which
relies in partly on more or less random sampling collage, and the interaction
of various texts or textures etc (but it also changed over time and is a
conceptual event rather than a finite poem as such).
Let’s interrupt though – why am I doing this? Well it fills
in time! It seems to me to be more “purposeful” than playing chess although
indeed I have done a lot of that. As much as I am an addict you may have no
idea what a real chess addict is like!! They spend hours on all aspects of
chess and indeed very strong chess players (professionals) play chess for money
so they not only love to play and study chess but have to…As a further aside,
the recent World Chess Championship was played at the Trekykov Art Gallery in
Moscow as the person providing finance (a Russian) is interested in combining
chess and art, so while the games were being relayed live I got to see some
fascinating art discussions and artworks in the gallery in Moscow, from all
periods of time (Repin was one) to Kandinsky and Malevich. I saw some of
Kandinsky’s works in NY in 1993.
WHAT AM I DOING?
But what am I doing? Or why? I think it is way to be
“published” and like my “copying” of things from books I read it in itself gave
some pleasure. For example, the pictures I have up on my last post and many of
my other post I will sometimes simply scroll down and “read” the images …in
other cases I will [study, utilize…] some images from “nature” I have seen…I
can never be bored by seeing the sky, flowers, birds, children, or whatever.
(And nature is everything – a plastic bottle is as natural an object to me as
flower or a stream). In fact plastic is an organic chemical in case anyone was
confused! And all those trees –well – biochemically they are like huge sugar
molecules!! The fascination and the silliness of knowledge!
[Since writing the above I have been looking at a book about
the work of John Reynolds and the way he takes words from many sources e.g. the
N.Z Dictionary of Slang etc and uses them in his art. Some of this parallels
what I have been doing, or tying to do.]
So I suppose that sense of art, knowledge, and the
combination of ideas and media and play is at work here. It makes one feel as
if one is also doing something of significance. The creative need is in us all.
As well as the play of ideas of course there are ethical –political concerns.
And in us all a deep feeling of the mystery of being and the knowledge that
death is not far in front of us. I think all of us “owe” life and our existence
that we use our time joyfully [o.k. this might sound a bit soft, there are
times life seems just simply horrifying, relentless, even alien like in fact
the Alien in Alien to me, I watched every film, but I forget what
happened to the Alien in question in the end! Did it win?] and in some
fulfilling way…but that may in fact only be the living of that life. We are all
important. Those who stand and wait. All of us. Sometimes the Universe and are
may seem terrible but it is strange and beautiful also. Rich and strange. Or is
that Richard and strange!
But I also want to produce some kind of worthwhile work of
art.
But more on that later.
Here is my general plan (and I may have time now that I have
more or less stopped playing competitive chess [possibly permanently], but then
there is YouTube! All that music and…chess lessons and great chess games! And
there is the Internet and 3 minute chess games etc…so I will try to avoid all
that. “Goodbye to all that…”). (I have since taken that down so no more Blitz
or “bullet” chess for me, or now at least.) So I have more time…or I should
have.
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The Plan!
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| A General view of The Plan showing inputs and neurons on the far left with the various categories either lined or feeding straight through to the EYELIGHT "chip". The categories includes such general "ideas" as Random, Science, Art, Philospphy, Origins, the Personal and so on. Note the Jungle Chip [seen by me in a technical Manual ("I too read the technical manuals") 1987 we were working on the analogue (now they use digital systems but the principal is the same) microwave system for the NZED] Various "fields" and spaces (as well neurons as gyrussi and succussi can be seen and the Swiftean character should be noted - also that "cucumbers" not pumpkins (crossed ! out) is the word needed and this refers to Swift's Gulliver's Travels, that great work of art, and in the section where scientists (as seen by dark lovely Swift's mind) of his time are seen to be attempting to extract sunbeams from cucumbers. Ho ! Ho! The Dewe and von Sturmer functions are indicated as well as the Gotho-Sexo Rossian dimensions in 'dark-flight' and the Hamiltonian-Crossian-Bronsteinian. The Jenner complexity-Peace-Pound fields are also indicated. I will give more examples of this "plan" showing many aspects of it as we proceed so as to enlighten my readers the more. |
MY PLAN
So I will more or less keep to my plan, but here on Word (on
my computer) or similar I have the major threads ART, SELF, PHILLOSOPHY,
POLITICS, RELIGION, SCIENCE and FACTUAL, RANDOM, ORIGINS, POETRY, and so on.
Now all these are to be either self-sufficient and or will be brought on to
EYELIGHT in a relatively consistent order….
Thus they are like the various tributaries of a major river.
But as well as that I intend to start up several Blogs with these themes
(although I am not sure how many or if I will keep most of the “strands” here
on my computer and then feed them onto one or two Blogs).
Also I want to have a Blog where I can just come on live so
to speak and give a report, do a review and in general be more direct to those
reading that Blog. So on that Blog (in theory at least) more direct interaction
would be more likely. I don’t want to be remote or sound as if I was an
egghead! I am far from that…I have spent most of my life doing manual labour,
being a father of family of three children, and a husband, or working as a
Lineman etc and only sometime studying at university. So this is just a kind of
hobby for a relatively ordinary person. But I hope to make it interesting for
myself at least! I don’t want to get bogged down in theory but I might essay
some essays or discussions. But my tendency to wander off topic will probably
mean neither I nor anyone else will be very enlightened but hopefully at least
I will enjoy it! (I suppose I could do this on FaceBook, but everything on
there is very busy and changes so quickly that I get confused by it. But I will
use it when I remember.
(I am not really concerned how many people do or do not read
what I do – it is great to have readers and comments but I would do it whether
or not there was anyone out there – but it WOULD indeed be rather lonely if I
never got any response or comments though! So please comment if you
want…negative or positive!) BTW I see
Alan Sondheim is doing more new posts it is great to see…. his project in a
strange way parallels mine although it has nothing directly to do with EL, I
have “known” Alan (and his extraordinary good (and often strange but beautiful)
work) online of since about 2000. Once he sent me some CD ROMS of his work, and
in “payment” he just asked for any book – about NZ say – and I sent a copy of
Sinclair’s book about NZ. So check out his project his Meditation on the
Internet (a multimedia project as mine is but indeed quite unique and different
to mine.)
Also I want to present another parallel project my WHAT YOU
AND I HAVE BEEN READING (some of that was published by Ted Jenner in Brief when
he was the editor of one issue, and Scott Hamilton recently swiped some of it
(without me knowing! What’s new!?) and planted it on in the latest Brief when I
had sent in a lot of stuff about the Pacific etc…hmmm…!)
(What I do, literally, is to copy BY HAND, things from the
many books* I am or have read more or less in the order of my reading but I add
thoughts and or images, but the “theme” is in fact the “story of my reading
(things either partly read or wholly etc – for example from a book of stories
by one NZ writer I took sentences or paragraphs from each story. I have no
rule, but where it intersected with the IP I used to not necessarily reference
what I was “quoting” (some times I would only have a single letter! Or I have
the name and catalogue number of work of art and no image! But as that comes
onto EL or stays in WYAIHBR it may or may not be further fragmented or
augmented or remain stet etc Also as usual themes are or may be repeated as
kinds of leitmotifs which you will see all through EYELIGHT (this is more or
less planned, and also of course in EL I re-use and recycle parts or all of my
own poems etc
This is all partly to force myself to work more consistently!
It is because I am hugely laid back – but once get I going and get used to
working (or playing on a higher level!?) more or less directly onto my computer
I shod be able to get more and better work done and feel better about it all.
(I have done
[working directly onto a computer etc] but I rarely if ever start, say, a poem
directly onto my computer. I write just about everything onto paper and in my
case it is sometimes critical not only what colour pen (or what pencil) I use
but which type of pen and at which time…. in fact the very physical process of
writing is a part of why I love doing the copying out from books etc. Just as I used to love painting by numbers.
In fact I would love to get painting by number set again as I hugely enjoyed doing
at as a child and would love to do it again…also I recall doing those plaster
of Paris models, and tracing maps…
This may all seem trivial but it is not to me. (I am also
ongoing with my studying practicing my drawing and art etc, although art for me
includes every kind and type and all methods (I am fascinated by just about
every movement in art and every style and every period! (And in theory there is
no area of knowledge or human interest that doesn’t interest me…) and all
media…for me I strive towards a kind of total art.)
Also more recently I have recorded where quotes are from
whereas when I began these various madnesses I usually didn’t acknowledge (I
still sometimes don’t), my idea being that in theory I would have somehow a
record of all writing, all thought, or all consciousness of all humans…that is
of course an idea only, and only possible in a theoretical world.
But with my Reading project I now want also a list those
books I have read (perused) or referred to a lot) and make commentary on them –
that may also find its way onto the more “direct” or main “Home Blog”.
In any case these are some of my projects.
*In about 1969 I copied out a whole book by hand. It was
Rape of Vietnam. I was quite young and naïve, and I didn’t know that, even
then, there were such things as photocopiers!
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Examples of my what we have all been reading project:
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| Various of my notebooks showing quotes or "picks" sometimes at random and also my own "doodles" or artwork. These cover about three years. I have a terror forgetting things. |
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| Here I was reading at one stage a book of modern art (I drew a sketch of a sculpture by Kapoor I think it was and on the RH some info from a book on cosmology (possibly one of my books about the Sun). |
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| The top illustration maybe from a book about NZ Sculpture the LHS one with colour is from a huge book of Asian art. |
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| Here Art and the Personal merge. Brent Lewis was a former syndicated film critic and a book dealer in Grey Lynn, and friend of mine and many others I know - I POSTED ABOUT HIM ELSEWHERE ON HERE) who committed suicide in a dramatic almost Perecian manner by jumping of a building in Symonds Street and the image is from a NZ art book catalogue. |
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A More Extensive Explication of my Plan:
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high comedy
things from nowhere
fold out of the nothing
and become the growing
possibility of further extension, further
miraculous arrival, scent, and
animated animal music
whose derivative is sectioned
until a spiral silence makes the sea: that
sea, whose huge tug expands
again into the becoming of itself
because you switched the light on
just as the giant moved. the giant, whose
limbs snake the island, is
infinitely restless even in death
and is endlessly immolated
only to become again a singing rose
a rose whose
immense cylinder of sight
so everywhere
is eternally impossible
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| Note the Whisper Intermodulation/// functions and the trace of probability wave functions and the way I crossed out "pumpkins" for "cucumbers" [Ec[*]~10Gev s]/// |
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| Image of The Plan showing to the north the spiral tracings of Phenomological Transients |
N.B. Further to the rhs in the ovagraph the "Non-real j or i complex derived Hyper regions showing and or shown IN a Traumatized Quagg-Apparat Reactant Space [It is assumed the the usual Rossian, Smithymanian and Hamiltonian restraints apply in an (assumed) Non-Linear F-level Hypereality.
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| A large Bunny Rabbit having his "last laugh." |
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the 'non isolate flecks' are from William Carlos Williams, and refer to the "paradoxical"dreamed Riemenian Brane/Brainn space continuum seen here under Dr Rossian Gothi or G functions given the Hamish Dewe constant assuming 1>0 under Eigenvectorial rotation and assuming a non finite quanta Belch-Poundian Factor in a B-compromised concision of Poesis poeticised Note the deep Jenner (as in Ted) in classical restraints and recursive mise en abyme or "pipe as in pipe" given Postpostmodernmodernismism... [...note to self to discuss Larry Eigner as his name rhymes with Eiegenavalues etc] |
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| 'Apples and Pears' and the swirling Probability-Density wave-function Hooplas. |
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THE HORROR
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| Art (of a Bunny Rabbit) by the NZ Artist Parekowhai - "...this image and associated ideas is sent via the phenomelogico-umbilco-epirical non-contingent gyro-quanta cucumber light links...." |
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Ha!!
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Richard. How are you? Richard.
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