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Anna Karenina

2 Jan

Leo Tolstoy exemplifies why literary fiction is sometimes referred to as Language Arts in his  novel Anna Karenina. The language that Tolstoy finessed caused me to pause amidst my fluid motion of unpacking while listening to Anna Karenina during a specific passage in Book 1 Chapter 9 to fully absorb the perfection. Below is the aforementioned excerpt, with the perfect paragraph bolded:

At four o’clock, conscious of his throbbing heart, Levin stepped out of a hired sledge at the Zoological Gardens, and turned along the path to the frozen mounds and the skating ground, knowing that he would certainly find her there, as he had seen the Shtcherbatskys’ carriage at the entrance.

It was a bright, frosty day. Rows of carriages, sledges, drivers, and policemen were standing in the approach. Crowds of well-dressed people, with hats bright in the sun, swarmed about the entrance and along the well-swept little paths between the little houses adorned with carving in the Russian style. The old curly birches of the gardens, all their twigs laden with snow, looked as though freshly decked in sacred vestments.

He walked along the path towards the skating-ground, and kept saying to himself—”You mustn’t be excited, you must be calm. What’s the matter with you? What do you want? Be quiet, stupid,” he conjured his heart. And the more he tried to compose himself, the more breathless he found himself. An acquaintance met him and called him by his name, but Levin did not even recognize him. He went towards the mounds, whence came the clank of the chains of sledges as they slipped down or were dragged up, the rumble of the sliding sledges, and the sounds of merry voices. He walked on a few steps, and the skating-ground lay open before his eyes, and at once, amidst all the skaters, he knew her.

He knew she was there by the rapture and the terror that seized on his heart. She was standing talking to a lady at the opposite end of the ground. There was apparently nothing striking either in her dress or her attitude. But for Levin she was as easy to find in that crowd as a rose among nettles. Everything was made bright by her. She was the smile that shed light on all round her. “Is it possible I can go over there on the ice, go up to her?” he thought. The place where she stood seemed to him a holy shrine, unapproachable, and there was one moment when he was almost retreating, so overwhelmed was he with terror. He had to make an effort to master himself, and to remind himself that people of all sorts were moving about her, and that he too might come there to skate. He walked down, for a long while avoiding looking at her as at the sun, but seeing her, as one does the sun, without looking.

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Midsummer Night’s Dream

30 Jun

In the 9th grade, my world literature teacher assigned a task of memorization: every student assumed a monologue or soliloquy from Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and preformed the piece in front of the class.  I was 14 years old. Eight years wedge time passed between Then and Now. Since the very day I realized that I have forgotten the monologue, the sing song meter of the lyric continues to torture me, half synced in a diluted memory.

Today, I went on a very long walk and found a paperback only bookstore that I had never seen before. With books spilling out the windows and overflowing buckets, who wouldn’t have entered? I stumbled upon a copy of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and flipped through the pages searching for the monologue I remember that I forgot. And I found it! Finally! I read it with the fluency of riding a bicycle. I am archiving this re-discovery for myself so next time the meter sticks in my mind, I can try to recite the words right out of my head. Without further ado:

ACT II SCENE I

TITANIA:
Set your heart at rest:
The fairy land buys not the child of me.
His mother was a votaress of my order:
And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,
Full often hath she gossip’d by my side,
And sat with me on Neptune’s yellow sands,
Marking the embarked traders on the flood,
When we have laugh’d to see the sails conceive
And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind;
Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait
Following,–her womb then rich with my young squire,–
Would imitate, and sail upon the land,
To fetch me trifles, and return again,
As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;
And for her sake do I rear up her boy,
And for her sake I will not part with him.

Besheret*Universal Flowering, Multiplied and Exposed

12 May

Multiple Exposure of Besheret (BeMused graphic design with LiveBrush and Picasa)and Heads by Pavel Filonov. Together, Space, Soul, Universal Flowering.

Egg

11 May

Easter Egg & Egg Creation Myths, Newall

Egg Decorated with Hutzul Ribbon

Homeric Cosmogeny

The first recorded reference to a world egg occurs in an Egyptian papyrus of the New Kingdom Petosiris:

0 Egg of the water, source of the earth, product of the Eight, great in heaven and great, in the underworld, dweller in the thicket, chief of the Isle of the Lake of the Two Knives, I came forth with thee from the water; I came forth with thee from thy rest.

Egyptologists have not decided to whom this text refers. Probably it is Thoth, the god of the moon, who appeared in the form of an ibis, and who is described variously in different legends both as having hatched the world egg at Hermopolis, and as having emerged from the egg himself . Petosiris, the priest of Hermopolis, records that:

Part of the Egg was buried in this place, and here were found all beings who came forth from the Egg.

Various Egyptian deities are associated with the egg. An allusion to the Sun God Rah reads:

0 Rah in his egg, who beams in his disk, rises above his horizon, shapes himself with his own metalmgT he sun itself is “The solar eye, an egg to which is given life among them.”

Elsewhere we find:

It was made against those of your retinue, on account of the wish of the spirits that are there, for not letting the breaths be inhaled except by the Great and August God who is in his egg. I come to thee and I am at thy service.

This ancient idea of a primeval egg which hatched the sun god occurs frequently; the sun myth took various forms in Egyptian thought. In one representation the sun is an egg, laid daily by the celestial goose Seb, the god of the earth. From this egg was born the Phoenix, symbol of the sun.12 Thus, in The Book of the Dead, the deceased says:

Hail, thou god Tem, grant unto me the sweet breath which dwelleth in thy nostrils. I am the Egg which is in the Great Cackler, and I watch and guard that mighty thing which hath come into being, wherewith the god Seb hath opened the earth.

Khnum, a god of creation, whose name signifies “The Moulder,” formed the world egg, as though from a lump of clay on his potter’s wheel. In ancient drawings we also find Ptah of Memphis seated on his throne. The Chandogya Upanishad describes the original act of creation as the breaking of an egg in two pieces : The Sun is Brahma-this is the teaching. A further explanation thereof (is as follows).

In the beginning this world was merely non-being. It was existent. It developed. It turned into an egg. It lay for the period of a year. It was split asunder. One of the two egg-shell parts became silver, one gold. That which was of silver is this earth. That which was of gold is the sky . . . Now what was born therefrom is yonder sun. When it was born shouts and hurrahs; all beings and all desires rose up toward it . . . He who, knowing it thus, reverences the sun ashrahma.

In Hindu mythology hirazyagmbha, the golden world egg, appears in a bewildering variety of forms, according to different traditions:

The restless, darting fish, at fall of evening,

Seeks where he may his refuge in the waters,

His nest the egg-born seeks, their stall the cattle;

Each in his place, the god divides the creatures.

These lines refer to the sun. The Rig Veda describes eight sky divinities. One of these, the Aditya Surya, was born from an egg: Eight sons there are of Aditi, Who from her body were produced. With seven she approached the gods. But the egg-born she cast away. Surya driving his chariot, drawn by red horses, across the sky each day represents the sun god, like Apollo in the Greek pantheon.

Again in the Rig Veda Prajapati, the original male, fertilizes the primeval waters, the original female, transforming them into the golden egg. Inside sits Brahma, the Golden Person, where he remains for a thousand years, floating in the waters of creation, his miraculous power shining through the seven shells of the egg, infusing it with a golden radiance. Within the egg with Brahma are the continents, oceans, mountains, planets, divisions of the universe, gods, demons, and humanity. According to the Lazus of Mana Brahma, the original substance, propagated himself:

He, having willed to produce various beings from his own divine substance, first with a thought created the waters, and placed in them a productive seed. The seed became an egg bright as gold, blazing like the luminary with a thousand beams; and in that egg he was born himself in the form of Brahma, the great forefather of all spirits . . . In that egg the great power sat inactive a whole year of the Creator, at the close of which, by his thought alone, he caused the egg to divide itself. And from its two divisions he framed the heaven above and the earth beneath. In the midst he placed the subtil ether, the eight regions, and the permanent receptacle of waters.

Aristophanes in The Birds writes:

There was Chaos at first, and Darkness, and Night,

And Tartarus vasty and dismal;

But the Earth was not there, nor the Sky, nor the Air,

Till at length in the bosom abysmal

Of Darkness an egg, from the whirlwind conceived,

Was laid by the sable plumed Night.

And out of-that egg, as the seasons revolved,

Sprang Love, the entrancing, the bright,

Love brilliant and bold with his pinions of gold,

Like a whirlwind, refulgent and sparkling.

Language Liquidation

9 May

In his novel Notes from the Underground, Dostoevsky creates a landscape in space free from attachment to time and tenses. The unique time horizon in Underground allows for a natural flow and discussion of ideas that need not be in a a logical sequences of cause and consequential effect. I wonder if escaping from a world with a linear time horizon is in fact a way outside of the world of intentions, enabling a discussion of intention without defining it by itself. 

Chasing the tail of lingering curiosity, I want to continue my engagement in a philosophical discourse with infinite room to discuss all that is the sublime and the beautiful. The dissonance between what I mean and what I say, and what I say and what I mean, is open air for error and I hope to tighten and eventually achieve a bound entity within (from between) them. This process must be slow or it is not meaningful….Where I stand today, I am befuddled by words.

Clumsily, I continue to grasp at thin air hoping to pull what I mean out of the vapid, vacuous knowledge of how I have known its verbalization. To start, I would like to clarify the self-depreicating connotations in ‘clumsy’; the nature of clumsy here is not the effect of carelessness, but rather, courage to cultivate and initiate a journey towards seeking. As is the case with most processes, what is not shaky will inevitably become increasingly strong footed and confident.  Moreover,  words themselves already are prone to wobble, in part because they no longer have the connotations and denotations that rests in their etymological origins.

Through liquidating language, an intentional sublimation of words as I know them today , in their solid, crystalised forms, I can come closer to knowing the sublime and the beautiful. An ideological improvization:

On The World of Art: “…It was, as Benois himself admitted, ‘not this, that or the other in isolation, but everything together.'”

Crepuscular |krəˈpəskyələr|

adjective
of, resembling, or relating to twilight.

  • Zoology (of an animal) appearing or active in twilight.
  • ORIGIN mid 17th cent.: from Latin crepusculum ‘twilight’ + -ar 1 .
  • Crepuscular is a term used to describe some animals that are primarily active during twilight, that is at dawn and at dusk.[1] The word is derived from the Latin word crepusculum, meaning “twilight.”[1] Crepuscular is thus in contrast with diurnal and nocturnal behavior. Crepuscular animals may also be active on a bright moonlit night. Many animals that are casually described as nocturnal are in fact crepuscular.[2] Within the definition of crepuscular are the terms matutinal (or “matinal”) and vespertine, denoting species active in the dawn and dusk respectively.
  • The crepuscular mood of Russia’s fin de siecle  is reflected more powerfully than in Chagall’s Mirror of 1915, one of the most trenchant works of his Russian years.

trenchant |ˈtren ch ənt|
adjective

  • 1 vigorous or incisive in expression or style : she heard angry voices, not loud, yet certainly trenchant.
  • 2 archaic or poetic/literary (of a weapon or tool) having a sharp edge : a trenchant blade.
  • DERIVATIVES
  • trenchancy |- ch ənsē| |ˈtrɛntʃənsi| noun ( in sense 1) .
  • trenchantly |ˈtrɛntʃəntli| adverb ( in sense 1) .
  • ORIGIN Middle English (sense 2) : from Old French, literally ‘cutting,’ present participle of trenchier (see trench ).
woman
noun
  • ORIGIN Old English wīfmon, -man (see wife , man ), a formation peculiar to English, the ancient word being wife .
  • 1 a woman got out of the car lady, girl, female; matron; Scottish lass, lassie; informal chick, girlie, sister, dame, broad, gal; grrrl; literary maid, maiden, damsel; archaic wench, gentlewoman; (women) womenfolk
  • 2 he found himself a new woman girlfriend, sweetheart, partner, significant other, inamorata, lover, mistress; fiancée; wife, spouse; informal missus, better half, main squeeze, squeeze, babe, baby; dated lady friend, lady love.

Serpentine: serpentine   (sûr’pən-tēn’, -tīn’)

  • Any of a group of greenish, brownish, or yellowish monoclinic minerals, occurring in igneous or metamorphic rocks. They are used as a source of magnesium and asbestos. Chemical formula: (Mg,Fe)3Si2O5(OH)4.
  • ser·pen·tine   (sûr’pən-tēn’, -tīn’)    adj.  Of or resembling a serpent, as in form or movement; sinuous. Subtly sly and tempting.n.   (-tēn’) Any of a group of greenish, brownish, or spotted minerals, Mg3Si2O5(OH)4, used as a source of magnesium and asbestos, and in architecture as a decorative stone.[Middle English, from Old French serpentin, from Late Latin serpentīnus, from Latin serpēns, serpent-, serpent; see serpent.]

sin·u·ous  (sny-s) adj.

  • Characterized by many curves or turns; winding: a sinuous stream. Characterized by supple and lithe movements: the sinuous grace of a dancer. Not direct; devious. Sinuate: a sinuous leaf.[From Latin sinusus, from sinus, curve.]
  • sinuous [ˈsɪnjʊəs] adj; full of turns or curves; intricate; devious; not straightforward ; supple; lithe Also sinuate
  • [from Latin sinuōsus winding, from sinus a curve]Prodigal, pushing moral and esthetical boundaries, prodigal,  curvy, founded in nature,
  • International, interdisciplinary effecting ballet, art, thought etc

Lost and Found Language (free write)

1 Apr

Syllabic leaks in the circus drain, turning rightly to tight and left lost and losing listeners to the volumes spoken in the simple echos marry morphing morphemes chain-link phoneme, a ringing wagging chasing its tail, rounding the rosy sinuous fluency spoken before word warped into blades of black magic.

Listen to the state of the sound. Sepia city signature dismal label Los Angeles, profoundly deaf and numb and plastic pillows billow in the atmosphere, over the eyes and ears and hearts of listeners chasing a diluted vision for  fulfillment.

Sounds are under water, sounds are an undercurrent of sub-conscious grenades. Manipulation of epic defense, mankind the great storyteller, mankind the wrangler of rhetoric, mankind who creates noise grinding gears grinding gears postulating answers sans questioning the question the quest is lost tossed to the wind, where are we now?

Found in a familiar place, afraid of being lost, clinging to comfort in fear of adventure, coating the lush oasis of land with grey hard cold cement to tentative to march, together, to tentative to step into unknown territory without a finger pointed to the institution who owns the deeds.

Where is truth now? What worth remains in the word? Granular metallic and granite, emerald and limestone gems founded in the meaning of sound, a sing-song system of semantic symbolism: would you recognize if you heard?

One universal language sounds like sound sounds like sound sounds like sound: would you recognize if you heard? One universal language resounds within us, what are the vibrations of consciousness if not sound, would you realize your reflection if it passed through you invisible and true?

Break form, allow and follow rhythm within and what could be is the way is intuitive, the internal compass rose knows and glows like love in warm light like a soliloquy  within and between one and one and zero sums one in forever, a recycling sound.

What’s in a word?

Sound.

What’s in a Sound?

The conscience realization of reverberation.

Reason, Choice, Intention, Will

15 Mar

Notes From the Underground: Furthermore,

For what is a man without desires, without free choice, without free will, if not a stop in an organ?

Reason is an excellent thing, there is no disputing that. But reason is only as good as reason and senseless to the senses.

Whereas free will is the manifestation of the entirety of man’s nature and life, including reason and all its impulses.

Man’s worst defect is perpetual moral obliquity.

Perpetual moral obliquity and lack of good sense, the later caused by the former.

Fantastic fatal sense: mans acts of ingratitude preformed against himself to convince himself that he is a man and not a piano key. Man would make himself go mad in order to ensure that he is a man and not a piano key.

    Notes From the Underground

    13 Mar

    The following are sticky notes  nesting a few months fleeting thoughts on my desktop. Spring break, spring cleaning: to synthesize the similarities will inform my future.

    We seek the sublime and beautiful.

    Latin sublimis ([looking up from] under the lintel, high, lofty, elevated, exalted) is the quality of greatness or vast magnitude, whether physical, moral, intellectual, metaphysical, aesthetic, spiritual or artistic. The term especially refers to a greatness with which nothing else can be compared and which is beyond all possibility of calculation, measurement or imitation.

    dilate dilute
    the hills peer in pairs
    eyes mirror rorii immm
    aum shantiiii iiiitnahs mauuuuu
    undulating palindrome


    Actions speak the story of intentions.

    Intensity of intention faces the history of civilization, fragmentation, and categorization as temperamental obstacles obscuring The Way in life’s illusory labyrinth. Ancient wisdom is true to wisdom today. Despite advances in tools and centuries of accumulated sedimentary knowledge, ancient wisdom still acts as a compass rose, or a force of attraction between the socialized, auto-domesticated human and human intuition.  The universal stories of symbols and archetypes stay true to human condition and assist spiritual alchemy in knowledge of self, knowledge of one, one interconnected, one universal.

    Humans are the storytelling primate. Stories are enacted through recitation of memory. Cellular memory, muscle memory, collective unconscious, identity, it’s all the same: actions story-tell intentions at a velocity determined in part by resilience, reliability and validity, where ones purpose is interpreted often through the least squares regression line—-residuals, residuals, residuals.

    “Growth”, India Arie. The only thing constant in the world is change. That’s why each day, I take life as it comes.

    YONI sacred Symbol of Female Creative Power

    sitting on rooftop
    clouds are coming straight at me
    sunshine is not missed
    -Will’s impromptu Haiku

    I struggle needlessly between perspectives of light:

    I dim my own enlightened being under the scrutiny of

    man-made hardened light glaring the goddess out of her own image.
    Synonymous yet mutually exclusive.
    Pregnant women glow she who gave birth to live,

    alive and in the flesh and image
    of curvaceous luminosity.

    the collective unconscious
    the meeting of 2 personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.
    This show , lost, it is set in a dream…shhh
    How did you find out? And doesn’t that suck?
    Tell you –>kill you. and yes. worst. writing. I’ve been wanting to die… baby yeah? haha suicide no you kill me. I’ve been wanting someone to kill me after telling me some valuable information. okay ill do it. the final words will be somewhere in the affective tone of ” you are a dirty slut” okay, I    ‘m waiting.  how about passive euthanasia, so I’m less gilt ridden in my own life that is going to be so much more profound especially in length than yours. I’m all for it.  oh I forgot to write this in the beginning  hahahha lol lol that was so funny!

    The Ground is the most important plane to the body.
    The body has three horizontal planes: the feet, the pelvic girdle, and the shoulder blades. The Feet have four balance points: ball of big toe, ball of little toe, inner foot and outer foot. There are five balance points aligning the spine: Thorax, Lum.., Sa..,… and cocsyx. The pelvic girdle is more flexible for a female because of childbearing. Consider the blossoming of a flower: during gestation, the pelvic girdle opens up and out inward; closer to birth and during birth, the pelvis distorts itself and folds in and outwards like the upside down blossoming of flower petals. It’s all the same.

    Chronic
    Metal, metallic blood, chronic
    chromosome, fluid wrapping metallic
    forever, rush, round, strong, steel, chrome,
    time.
    Chronos father of a father horizon time
    together, through time
    chronic
    blood of man blood of god backbone of time metallic chromosome
    knowledge is not the privilege of power but is the right of everyone

    My Breathing Book list: all tenses of read, to be completed indefinitely

    Syzygy

    13 Mar

    SYZYGY:

    In broadest terms, syzygy (pronounced /ˈsɪzɨdʒi/ ) is a kind of unity, especially through coordination or alignment, most commonly used in the astronomical and/or astrological sense. Syzygy is derived from the Late Latin syzygia, “conjunction,” from the Greek σύζυγος (syzygos). Syzygial , adjective of syzygy, describes the alignment of three or more celestial bodies in the same gravitational system along a line.

    • Astronomy: a syzygy is the alignment of three or more celestial bodies in the same gravitational system along a straight line. The word is usually used in context with the Sun , Earth , and the Moon or a planet, where the latter is in conjunction or opposition . Solar and lunar eclipses occur at times of syzygy, as do transits and occultations . The term is also applied to each instance of new moon or full moon when Sun and Moon are in conjunction or opposition, even though they are not precisely on one line with the Earth.

    • The word ‘syzygy’ is often loosely used to describe interesting configurations of planets in general. For example, one such case occurred on March 21, 1894 at around 23:00 GMT , when Mercury transited the Sun as seen from Venus , and Mercury and Venus both simultaneously transited the Sun as seen from Saturn . It is also used to describe situations when all the planets are on the same side of the Sun although they are not necessarily found along a straight line, such as on March 10, 1982.

    • Gnosticism: a syzygy is a divine active-passive, male-female pair of aeons , complementary to one another rather than oppositional; in their totality they comprise the divine realm of the Pleroma , and in themselves characterise aspects of the Gnostic (known) God . The term is most common in Valentinianism . In some gnostic schools, the counterpart to Christ was Sophia .

    • Mathematics: a syzygy is a relation between the generators of a module M. The set of all such relations is called the “first syzygy module of M”. A relation between generators of the first syzygy module is called a “second syzygy” of M, and the set of all such relations is called the “second syzygy module of M”. Continuing in this way, we get the n-th syzygy module of M by taking the set of all relations between generators of the (n-1)th syzygy module of M. If M is finitely generated over a polynomial ring over a field , this process terminates after a finite number of steps; i.e., eventually there will be no more syzygies (see Hilbert’s syzygy theorem ). The syzygy modules of M are not unique, for they depend on the choice of generators at each step.
    • Philosophy: The Russian theologian/philosopher Vladimir Solovyov (1853–1900) used the word “syzygy” to signify “unity-friendship-community,” used as either an adjective or a noun, meaning: a pair of connected or correlative things, or; a couple or pair of opposites.

    • Poetry: syzygy is the combination of two metrical feet into a single unit, similar to an elision. Consonantal or phonetic syzygy is also similar to the effect of alliteration , where one consonant is used repeatedly throughout a passage, but not necessarily at the beginning of each word.

    • Psychology: Carl Jung used the term “syzygy” to denote an archetypal pairing of contrasexual opposites, which symbolized the communication of the conscious and unconscious minds : the conjunction of two organisms without the loss of identity. Examples include Dieties of Life and Death or of Sun and Moon, which are frequently depicted as male and female, and having a mutually opposing and mutually dependent relationship.

    • Zoology: The association of two protozoa end-to-end or laterally for the purpose of asexual exchange of genetic material; the pairing of chromosomes in meiosis
      .

    Absence is Present

    11 Mar

    The secret of being boring is to say everything.

    — Voltaire

    Night, street, lamp, pharmacy

    15 Feb

    Night, street, lamp, pharmacy

    – Alexander Blok (1880-1921)

    Night, street, lamp, pharmacy,

    A dull and meaningless light.

    Go on and live another quarter

    century-

    Nothing will change. There’s no

    way out.

    You’ll die, then start from the

    beginning,

    It will repeat, just like before;

    Night, icy ripples on a canal,

    Pharmacy, street, lamp.

    10 October 1912

    Apotheosis of War


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