Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Lecture: Beheading and the Impossible


Non potest hoc corpus decollari: Beheading and the Impossible
Nicola Masciandaro

The human being arrives at the threshold: there he must throw himself headlong into that which has no foundation and has no head.—Georges Bataille

We are the limbs of that head. This body cannot be decapitated.—Augustine

When thou seest in the pathway a severed head . . . Ask of it, ask of it the secrets of the heart.—Rumi

Beheading and sanctity are fundamentally related within the Christian experience and understanding of holy martyrdom. As suggested already in John’s apocalyptic vision of the “souls of them that were beheaded [animas decollatorum] for testimony [testimonium, marturion] of Jesus” (Rev 20:4), saintly decapitation is inseparable from dying as God’s witness—a conjunction formalized in the at-best-brief survivability of beheading, its being the unmistakable terminus ad quem of martyric passion. This relation is implicated, crucially and paradoxically, in the ultimate impossibility of beheading in light of the capital hierarchy regularized by Paul: “But I would have you know, that the head of every man is Christ; and the head of the woman is the man; and the head of Christ is God” (1 Cor 11:3). In short, saintly decapitation dramatizes spiritual unbeheadability. Focusing on elements of the impossible within the tradition of hagiographical beheadings inaugurated by John the Baptist’s execution, this lecture analyzes and enjoys the phenomenal and poetic logic of beheading as a window that opens at once onto the originary meaning of Christian decapitation and into the essential impossibility of the head itself.

Friday, December 4, 2009, 7:30 PM
CUNY Graduate Center (365 Fifth Ave. @ 34th St.), Room 4406.
Reception, with wine and cheese, follows.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Problem is not anything in particular

Problem is not anything in particular,
More like the friction of being particular.

Think life deepestly stupid, perhaps on a train,
Not exactly anywhere in particular.

Each day I massage a new spot on Ghalib’s heart.
The health benefits? General and particular.

Why not let love kill everything, turn all to dust?
Soon you’ll begin, stop being so particular.

The sound of death is projects receiving applause,
A hurried knell drowning all things particular.

Empire dies drunk on the taste of its own folly,
Belching worry-consumption of particulars.

If you finally meet Nicola, please recall
His name, remind him of this one particular.

Thursday, November 05, 2009

Sorrow, Funny


"Alle men han mater of sorow, bot most specyaly he felith mater of sorow that wote and felith that he is. Alle other sorowes ben unto this in comparison bot as it were gamen to ernest. For he may make sorow ernestly that wote and felith not onli what he is, bot that he is. And whoso felid never this sorow, he may make sorow, for whi he felid yit never parfite sorow. This sorow, when it is had, clensith the soule, not only of synne, bot also of peyne that he hath deservid for synne. And therto it makith a soule abil to resseive that joye, the whiche revith fro a man alle wetyng and felyng of his beyng." (Cloud of Unknowing, 43: 1554-61, my italics)

“Existence is an absolute that is asserted without reference to anything else. It is identity. But in this reference to himself [soi-même], man perceives a type of duality. His identity with himself loses the character of a logical or tautological form; it takes takes on a dramatic form . . . In the identity of the I [moi], the identity of being reveals its nature as enchainment, for it appears in the form of suffering and invites us to escape. Thus, escape is the need to get out of oneself, that is to break that most radical and unalterably binding of chains, that fact that the I [moi] is onself [soi-ême]” (Emmanuel Levinas, On Escape).

"I imagine a small organ, neither inside nor outside myself, like a polymelic phantom limb, a subtle psychic appendage implanted at birth behind my crown, during the moment of my coming to be, whenever that was. This organ (or appendix, or tumor), whose painful inflammation is despair—‘despair is the paroxysm of individuation’(Cioran, 1996, 59)—is like a strange supplementary bodily member, intimate and inessential, which I can feel yet not move, barely move yet without feeling. . . . A very special monstrous growth then, means of the apotheosis of monstrosity, something whose troublesome spasm is really the vibrational awakening of a primordially inherited perfection . . . penumbra of whatever being, like the distorted self-shadow that a lamp casts by its own light" ("Individuation: This Stupidity").

Funny how things come together. Someone (an unalterably binding I-me chain) will be speaking on these subjects next week:

Thursday, November 12
NYU English Medieval Forum [at NYU]
NICOLA MASCIANDARO (CUNY)
"The Sorrow of Being"
6.30PM
19 University Place, room 224. Visitors from outside NYU should bring photo ID.

photo courtesy of Liza Blake

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Sublime Celestia

"Rimbaud's programmatic exclamation 'I is an other' (je est un autre) must be taken literally:


the redemption of objects is impossible except by virtue of becoming an object.

As the work of art must destroy and alienate itself to become an absolute commodity, so the dandy-artist must become a living corpse" (Agamben).

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Hideous Gnosis Schedule and Flyers


HIDEOUS GNOSIS
Black Metal Theory Symposium
December 12, 2009
The Public Assembly
70 North 6th St
Brooklyn, NY
1:00-7:00 p.m.
$10 cover

I: 1:00-2:15
The Light that Illuminates Itself, the Dark that Soils itself: Blackened Notes from Schelling’s Underground
Steven Shakespeare
The Counter-Reformation in Stone and Metal: Spiritual Substances
Erik Butler
BAsileus philosoPHOrum METaloricum
Scott Wilson
(moderator: Niall Scott)

II: 2:20-3:30
Transcendental Black Metal
Hunter Hunt-Hendrix
Anti-Cosmosis: Black Mahapralaya
Nicola Masciandaro
Perpetual Rot: Obsessive Cycles of Deterioration
Joseph Russo
(moderator: Steven Shakespeare)

Interlude: 3:30-4:30
Nader Sadek, Baptism in Black (Phase II)
Sym-posium (together-drinking)

III: 4:30-5:45
‘Remain true to the earth!’: Remarks on the Politics of Black Metal
Benjamin Noys (in absentia)
The Headless Horsemen of the Apocalypse
Evan Calder Williams
Black Confessions and Absu-lution
Niall Scott
Meaningful Leaning Mess
Brandon Stosuy
(moderator: Scott Wilson)

IV: 5:50-7:00
Black Metal and Evil
Aspasia Stephanou
Red in a World of Black: A Discussion of Blood in Black Metal
Murray Resinski
‘Goatsteps behind my steps’: Black Metal and Ritual Renewal
Anthony Sciscione
(moderator: Erik Butler)

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Glossator via Googlebooks

Monday, October 12, 2009

Hear divinity in the corpse’s every pore

Hear divinity in the corpse’s every pore,
A live, hideous gnosis for which you are for.

Inside towers of silence is not what you think,
More like the final understanding of all lore.

Real voice is breathing, ingesting another breath,
Eating the inner child that from a cold mouth soars.

Speculative realism, still dating its desire,
Knows not yet the chimerical wedding in store.

Alpine ibex face off above our first ascent,
Trading poetry impossible to explore.

From the black pit a bleaching, skin-wrapped skeleton
Explains there is never any such thing as more.

Hard to see what mirror-cleaning Nicola’s mind
Reveals, to say the clarity that we ignore.

Monday, October 05, 2009

Invitation to Paradise


Da poppa stava il celestial nocchiero,
tal che parea beato per iscripto . . .

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Random Notes on Liturgy’s Renihilation


Revent: The songs sound like something happening/about to happen. Song is typically the sound of its own happening, the self-absorbing of its said into its saying. But these songs sound like something mediating or fitfully flipping back and forth between the sound of a beautiful-terrifying objective happening and an expression that would make such an event happening by sounding like it. This would be a form of unimaginable sonic sympathetic magic, an imitation of the unforeseeable, like the first detonation of a new order of bomb, not by inventing it, but via the performance of its effect. This corresponds to the renihilation/overcoming theme, but I want to stick with the feeling, let it stay first, in keeping with this very process, understanding effect as preceeding and ‘causing’ cause. Such production of event by its sound is analogous to the apophatic business of saying yes by staying within the no. “A negation of a negation is the most pure and full affirmation” (Eckhart). I.e. no is the sound of the unsayable yes. Cf. aesthetics of inevitability.

Rattle: The music works like a rattle, a device whose shamanistic relation to Black Metal I wish Valter at Surreal Documents would explicate. The rattle, after all, is the tool par excellence for making happen what you cannot make happen, what only happens on its own. Rain, grace, etc. The modulated percussive speeding up and slowing down is very rattle like and corresponds as well to body-rhythms of weeping and ecstasy, which proceed through fits of variating intensities. Life-rattle, the faster agressive inversion of the death-rattle (listen to here), the convex to its concave. More specifically, the songs make me lift and shake my hands in the air like rattles in a way that seems kind of tarantellic and pentecostal. And is he screaming in tongues? Maybe this is black metal pentecost. Will keep eyes peeled for tongues of fire. Note a proportional absence of gothic tropes, white Helvetica font, and what it means to write "Liturgy" in it (as opposed to this). I imagine white Cistercian or Carthusian robes. A liturgy without priests, saying the psalms alone at 4 am on a cold mo(u)rning.

Reclipse: Hunter Hunt-Hendrix comments on the cover: "The album art is supposed to represent transcendence, which for us means an ecstatic encounter with the present; a violent, apocalyptic, cosmic joy. And a shattering of ego. But then there's also a certain impossibility of that encounter, like a withdrawing horizon" (Stosuy interview). The beauty of it is that it the light is at once being eclipsed and re-revealed, i.e. reclipsed, something both and neither and neither both nor neither. Or a solar flare on the black sun? In which case an intensity of nigredo, not the beginning of the cauda pavonis (note rose tint though) signaling the imminence of the dawning of albedo, but an alchemist-consoling indication that blackening is well underway.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Glossator One, print volumes available


Print volumes of Glossator, Vol.1 are available for sale via Amazon. International orders here. Enjoy.


Sunday, September 13, 2009

The Severed Hand: Commentary as Ecstasy (another abstract)

“Immediately the fingers of a man’s hand appeared and wrote on the plaster of the wall of the king’s palace, opposite the lampstand: and the king saw the hand as it wrote”—Daniel 5:5

“Mais qu’il euvre des mains iteus: / Non pas des main esperiteus, / Mais des mains dou cors proprement, / Senz metre i double entendement.” [But he should work with hands like this, not with spiritual hands, but with actual bodily hands, without putting a double meaning on them]—Roman de la Rose, lines 11479-82

“La représentation de ces deux mains, corporelle et spirituelle, indispensable à l’intelligence du texte, a dû ètre figure dan le ms. original, autrement iteus n’aurait pas de sens.”—Ernest Langlois, note to the above lines

“The manicule is evidently the only sign that . . . is at once icon, index, and symbol” –William H. Sherman, Used Books: Marking Readers in Renaissance England.

The manicule—a marginal representation of a hand indicating the presence of special significance—constitutes a kind of originary conjunction of writing, deixis, and commentary. As sign of its act and act of its sign, the manicule is intelligible as the pure potentiality of commentary, commentary ‘itself’ before and beyond any specific content or determination. This potentiality is paradoxically grounded in the voidal aura that surrounds it, an aura whose focal point is the necessarily detached state of the indexical hand. Just as “the face is produced only when the head ceases to be a part of the body” (Deleuze & Guattari), so the hand becomes sign via its phenomenal separation from the body, a separation that the manicule typically materializes into a literal severing. Focusing on this negative attribute of the manicule, comparable to the essential negativity of deixis as glossed by Hegel (when we say this, a sign whose significance is wholly constituted by the contextual instance of its own event, what is said is in fact a not-this, a universal which annuls the singularity of what is meant), my presentation will argue for the importance and value of commentary as the production of the mutual exposure of text and world to the negativity of something hopelessly beyond or outside them: emptiness, void, absence, nothing, space, non-meaning . . . Commentary situates, nourishes, cares for, nests its text, but only by also cutting it open to something unknowable. I am interested then in commentary’s ecstatic capacity, the moment of the comment as an enraptured manual labor. The sense of this might be illustrated by picturing Bataille’s definition of ecstasy as a manicule in the void: “THE OBJECT OF ECSTASY IS THE ABSENCE OF AN OUTSIDE ANSWER. THE INEXPLICABLE PRESENCE OF MAN IS THE ANSWER THE WILL GIVES ITSELF, SUSPENDED IN THE VOID OF UNKNOWABLE NIGHT.”

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Post-Abysmal Roundtable Abstract: Getting Anagogic


What miracle is happening in your mouth?
Instead of words, discoveries flow out
from the ripe flesh, astonished to be free.

Dare to say what “apple” truly is.
This sweetness that feels thick, dark, dense at first;
then, exquisitely lifted in your taste,

grows clarified, awake, luminous,
double-meaninged, sunny, earthy, real—:
Oh knowledge, pleasure—inexhaustible.
—Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus

The anagogic sense is totally post-abysmal by virtue of being an experience of significance as palpably crossing the gap between word and thing, as fulfilling signification by overcoming signifying as such. Being the sense that proverbially gives a foretaste (praegustus) of heaven, anagogy fuses in principle the sensuous and the intellectual, the temporal and the eternal, the immanent and the transcendant. It is accordingly conceived in the medieval period as the mystical sense of textual understanding, that “which perfects through spiritual ecstasies and sweet perceptions of wisdom” (Bonaventure) and provides “the foreseeing of hoped-for rewards” (Richard of St. Victor). Anagogy is thus defined by a simultaneously double movement, a going at once beyond and more deeply within the terms of the present. This double movement is intelligible, as Henri de Lubac explains, as anagogy’s eternalizing trajectory, its entering into the place that holds everything, its finding of the something that includes what searches for it: “[anagogy] forms the total and definitive sense. It sees, in the eternal, the fusion of mystery and mysticism. Alternatively, the eschatological reality attained by anagogy is the eternal reality in which every other has its consummation.” Crucially, the mode, the substance, the how of anagogy is pleasure, the savoring of the sense itself, which is (typically) sweet, fragrant, brilliant, and perfectly subjective is an absolutely objective way: “Every person . . . is free to pursue the thought and experiences, however sublime and exquisite, that are his by special insight, on the meaning of the Bridegroom’s ointments” (Bernard of Clairvaux). The anagogic sense is deeply positive, good, a flavor from a wonderfully/terribly absolute perspective that precludes the possibility of not saying yes to it, of not tasting it for yourself. Who does not enjoy actually sensing the inevitability of her utmost bliss? Anagogy idealizes the real, preempts the abyss.

So the question I will pursue is: Where is the anagogic sense now? Where has it gone? Nowhere. The anagogic sense is always present. Every hermeneutic realizes some form of non-dualistic psycho-sensual fulfillment. Every thought and interpretation revolves around a taste for something immanent to itself. The issue is: what? In dialogue with medieval and modern authors (Rilke, Richard Rolle, Bachelard, Jacopone da Todi, Wittgenstein, Julian of Norwich, Agamben, Ibn Arabi), my paper will venture into the potentiality of this what beyond its traditional theological determination.

Cf. Sympathy's Anagogic Tyranny!

Sunday, September 06, 2009

The One with a Hand

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Glossator One



Monday, August 31, 2009

INDIVIDUATION: THIS STUPIDITY

I will diminish and go into the West, and remain Galadriel—Galadriel
Yes, that was the name. I was Gandalf—Gandalf

PROEM & GLOSS

Event of oneself, ongoing primordial,

Without way or opening, a very hard fall.

'Kaspar Hauser: Well, it seems to me . . . that my coming into this world . . . was a terribly hard fall! Professor Daumer: But Kaspar! That . . . No, that's not . . . How should I explain it to you?’ (Herzog 1974). ‘Who am I? How did I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it, why was I not informed of the rules and the regulations but just thrust into the ranks? . . . And if I am compelled to be involved, where is the manager—I have something to say about this. Is there no manager? To whom shall I make my complaint?’ (Kierkegaard, 1983, 200).

In the beginning, beginning’s very middle,

See my blinding opening, your pure white hole.

‘[S]ometimes I wake up with a feeling of childish amazement—why am I myself? What astonishes me . . . is the fact of finding myself here, and at this moment, deep in this life and not in any other. What stroke of chance has brought this about?’ (de Beauvoir, 1974, 1). ‘We now know the location of this narrow passage through which thought is able to exit from itself—it is through facticity, and through facticity alone, that we are able to make our way towards the absolute’ (Meillassoux, 2008, 63). ‘Individuation as such, as it operates beneath all forms, in inseparable from a pure ground that it brings to the surface and trails with it. It is difficult to describe this ground, or the terror and attraction it excites’ (Deleuze, 1994, 152).

Summoned by something making answering its call,

Walking an opening where stepping is trail.

‘This characteristic of Dasein’s Being—this “that it is”—is veiled in its “whence” and “whither”, yet disclosed in itself all the more unveiledly; we call it the “thrownness” of this entity into its “there”; indeed, it is thrown in such a way that, as Being-in-the-world, it is its “there”’ (Heidegger, 1962, 174). ‘When I consider the brief span of my life absorbed into the eternity which comes before and after . . . the small space I occupy and which I see swallowed up in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I know nothing and which know nothing of me, I take fright and am amazed to see myself here rather than there: there is no reason for me to be here rather than there, now rather than then. Who put me here?’ (Pascal, 1966, no. 68).

Stumbling perfectly, on stumbling, the way a ball,

Deep surface, no opening, feels, cannot, its roll.

‘Just as stone is first presented to the intellect as something in its own right and not as universal or singular, neither is stone first grasped through a second intention, nor is universality a part of the meaning of the concept, but the mind understands the nature of stone for what it is in itself and not as universal or as particular or singular,—so in its extramental existence stone is primarily neither one nor many numerically, yet it has its own proper unity which is less than the unity pertaining to a singular’ (Scotus, 2005, sect. 32). ‘In the abandon in which I am lost, the empirical knowledge of my similarity with others is irrelevant, for the essence of my self arises from this—that nothing will be able to replace it: the feeling of my fundamental improbability situates me in the world where I remain as though foreign to it, absolutely foreign’ (Bataille, 1988, 69).

Will these clauses, unconcluding, speak being’s wheel,

Our anarchic opening, foundation beyond frail?

‘As for the soul being ‘mixed up’ I dare say we’ve the whole divina commedia going on inside us. . . . The real mediation is, however, the meditation on one’s identity. Ah, voilà une chose!! You try it. You try finding out why you’re you & not somebody else. And who in the blazes are you anyhow? A voilà une chose!’ (Pound, 1984, 206). ‘[I]nterpreting is itself a possible and distinctive how of the character of being of facticity. Interpreting is a being which belongs to the being of factical life itself. If one were to describe facticity—improperly—as the “object” of hermeneutics (as plants are described as the objects of botany), then one would find this (hermeneutics) in its own object itself (as if analogously plants, what and how they are, came along with botany and from it)’ (Heidegger, 2008, 12).

Or are they, caught underneath, wax to empty seal,

Signs only of opening, of depths unreal?

‘Even more than the style, the very rhythm of our life is based on the good standing of rebellion. Loath to admit a universal identity, we posit individuation, heterogeneity as a primordial phenomenon. . . . to revolt is to postulate this heterogeneity, to conceive it as somehow anterior to the advent of beings and objects’ (Cioran, 1998, 42). ‘Don Quixote, steeled by his intrepid heart, leapt upon Rocinante, grasped his little round shield, clasped his pike and said: “Friend Sancho, I would have you know that I was born, by the will of heaven, in this iron age of ours, to revive in it the age of gold, or golden age, as it is often called. I am the man, I repeat, for whom dangers, great exploits, valiant deeds are reserved”’ (Cervantes, 2001, 154).

Event of oneself, so perversely actual,

Queerest opening, a sparrow through the hall.

‘Another of the king’s [Edwin’s] chief men signified his agreement with this prudent argument [in favor of accepting Christianity], and went on to say: ‘Your Majesty, when we compare the present life of man on earth with that time of which we have no knowledge, it seems to me like swift flight of a single sparrow through the banqueting-hall where you are sitting on a winter’s day with your thegns and counselors. . . . Even so, man appears on earth for a little while; but of what went before this life or of what follows, we know nothing. Therefore, if this new teaching has brought any more certain knowledge, it seems only right that we should follow it’’ (Bede, 1990, 129). ‘God or the good or the place does not take place, but is the taking-place of the entities, their innermost exteriority. The being-worm of the worm, the being-stone of the stone, is divine. . . . Evil, on the other hand, is the reduction of the taking-place of things to a fact like others, the forgetting of the transcendence inherent in the very taking-place of things’ (Agamben, 1993, 14).

ESSAY

Why am I me? A stupid question. Stupid. Not that one is in error to ask it—though one is certainly wandering. Not because it might be unanswerable, or lead into a bottomless, abyssic tautology. The question is stupid because its brings me face to face with an essential stupidity, with my stupidness, with stupid human being. This stupidity is not simple, not a matter of straightforward inability or blindness. It is complex, intractable, so enrooted as to be almost unintelligible—a kind of radical neural network that flashes within intelligence, stupefying it towards itself: a vision that is blind, a blindness within vision, an ability that is unable, an inability within ability. Accordingly, I know the question, but do not really ask it. Or I sincerely pose the question, and proceed no further. Or I indulge the question endlessly, in all permutations of emphasis. Or I suddenly discover an answer and it does not matter. Or I fail to think the question and wonder why. Or I sleep, or wake, merely staring at its feeling. And so on. I am too stupid to answer this question. And to ask it, just stupid enough.

What is the mechanism of such stupid questioning? I imagine a small organ, neither inside nor outside myself, like a polymelic phantom limb, a subtle psychic appendage implanted at birth behind my crown, during the moment of my coming to be, whenever that was. This organ (or appendix, or tumor), whose painful inflammation is despair—‘despair is the paroxysm of individuation’(Cioran, 1996, 59)—is like a strange supplementary bodily member, intimate and inessential, which I can feel yet not move, barely move yet without feeling. Stupid organ, organ of stupidity. It moves, is moved, like an inalienable shackle, only to reinforce its immobility. Am I to sever this organ, hemorrhage of haecceity, escape it? ‘[E]scape is the need to get out of oneself, that is, to break that most radical and unalterably binding of chains, the fact that the I [moi] is oneself [soi-même]’ (Levinas, 2003, 55). Just who, then, would escape? See Peter Sellers, tugging at a fake beard that will not come off.[1] When you finally free and find yourself, you do not even have the last laugh! Or do I strengthen this organ, exercise it until it evolves and flowers, on the day that today becomes paradise, into a halo? A very special monstrous growth then,[2] means of the apotheosis of monstrosity, something whose troublesome spasm is really the vibrational awakening of a primordially inherited perfection.[3] This stupidity: penumbra of whatever being, like the distorted self-shadow that a lamp casts by its own light.

This stupidity, an omnipresent blankness faced in the mirror of Why am I me?, is a glitch in the system, a malady whose unaccountable advent calls the integrity of everything wholly into question. A bug, something at once alien and endemic to system as such. An infinitely intrinsic whim or non-interpretable decision suspending each entity in its ownmost location, giving its event the inalienable status of an empyrean conspiracy. Whence Scotus’s doctrine of haecceity as the ontic summit of a creature: ‘in those beings which are the highest and most important, it is the individual that is primarily intended by God’ (Scotus, 2005, xxi).[4] This stupidity is a human stupidity, afflicting in one stroke my species-being (why am I not a cat?), the arbitrariness of my identity (why am I not you?), and my being as such (why am I happening at all?). But this stupidity belongs equally to every entity, and also to non-entities, who with respect to individuation are totally people too. Whence I envision Nothing to be the supreme commentator on Heidegger’s interpretation of Why are there beings at all, instead of nothing? as ‘first in rank for us as the broadest, as the deepest, and finally as the most originary question’ (Heidegger, 2000, 2). Nothing notes in the margin, ‘That is a nice question for you, but why am I nothing rather than something?’ Why am I me? arrives as a question at once more originary, more immediate, and more telic. Long ‘after’ and long ‘before’ the existence of anything and everything is accounted for, the one-sided asymmetry that individuation articulates remains, this stupidity whereby whatever is is inexplicably caught being itself. For although Why am I me? meaningfully intersects with Why anything? as its individualization, it is superiorly profound by virtue of being more purely factical. Individuation indicates the incommensurable actuality according to which whatever is is in fact such as it is. Individuation captures the concrete, specific actuality of facticity.[5] It names the invisible and horribly palpable loop whereby everything, even nothing, is anarchically something. Heidegger would trace individuation to time (1995, 80-2). Yet time itself is fatally afflicted or wholly perforated by it, produced as a perfect plenitude of individuation’s hole. Why is it now (whenever) now? Why are we postmedieval?

We who? We is a person immunizing themselves against this stupidity, someone hiding the senselessness of we inside its own repetition.[6] Usually the human we (human as we), or some subset collectivizing itself as universal. Whence the inevitable appearance of the animal as mirror wherein to see this stupidity, ‘sheep [who] do not stand alone or suffer individuation’ (Ronell, 2002, 54), ‘animals [who] are in a sense forewarned against this ground, protected by their explicit forms’ (Deleuze, 1994, 152), a cat who observes that ‘One comes through life and to life, without ever knowing how. At least that is how it was with me’ (Heller-Roazen, 2007, 15),[7] another whom Derrida therefore is (following) (Derrida, 2008, 56). With them, I seriously enjoy understanding this stupidity, staring at it intelligently: ‘Stupidity is neither the ground nor the individual, but rather this relation in which individuation brings the ground to the surface without being able to give it form’ (Deleuze, 1994, 152). But that is not enough. It will not do. I will not submit myself. Not to the cowardice of definition.[8] Not to any community of the question, even/especially one that takes the cosmic egg as its wall. I must do something truly stupid. I will love.[9]

EPILOGUE


Love blazes beyond the horizon of our dreams,
A silence lighting the world and burning what seems.

The taken-for-granted gravity of being, love
Joins impossibly, within, below, and above.

Are they in love or is love in them? No one knows
Why, how, where, when this fact, force, feeling, or form grows.

Discourse dies in the real presence of lovers’ eyes,
A breathless Icarus falling through flaming skies.

Hold firm to love, the only firmness, the real real,
A constant heart-command holding the self’s own seal.

Listen close to love, the secret whispering sign,
A word-sword quietly killing I, me, and mine.

Love tells Nicola this, a bright, dark speaking sun.
Love remembers us, truly friend, not we but one.

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[1] In the final scene of After the Fox (1966), starring Peter Sellers, criminal mastermind Aldo Vanucci, a.k.a The Fox, escapes prison disguised as a doctor, also played by Peter Sellers, whom he leaves tied up in his cell. A crucial element of Vanucci’s disguise is a fake beard. After clearing the prison gates, he tries to remove it, but it will not come off. He, whoever he now is, exclaims, ‘My God, the wrong man has escaped!’

[2] ‘A being—a face, a gesture, an event—is special when, without resembling any other, it resembles all the others’ (Agamben, 2007, 59).

[3] ‘It does not take place in things, but at their periphery, in the space of ease between every thing and itself . . . This imperceptible trembling of the finite that makes its limits indeterminate and allows it to blend, to make itself whatever, is the tiny displacement that every thing must accomplish in the messianic world’ (Agamben, 1993, 53-5).

[4] Citing Ordinatio II, d.3, n.251 (7, 514).

[5] In scholastic philosophy, the specificity of actuality is worked out via the concept of concreation: ‘The actualness of the created is not itself actual; it is not itself in need of a coming-to-be or a being-created. Therefore, it may not be said that actuality is something created. It is rather quid concreatum, concreated with the creation of a created thing’ (Heidegger, 1988, 104).

[6] ‘Thus one can find a senior scientist and professor of genetics . . . claiming that by knowing our genomes, “we will begin to know ourselves for the first time.” Such a naturalistic perspective of the human sciences typically makes impossible the distinction between the person’s individuation essentially through herself, per se, and through other extrinsic contingent factors, per accidens’ (Hart, 2009, 368).

[7] Citing Hoffmann’s Lebensansichten des Katers Murr (Frankfurt: Insel, 1976), 16.

[8] ‘We define only out of despair. We must have a formula, we must even have many, if only to give justification to the mind and a façade to the void’ (Cioran, 1975, 48).

[9] ‘Seeing something simply in its being-thus—irreparable, but not for that reason necessary; thus, but not for that reason contingent—is love’ (Agamben, 1993, 105).

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Glossed Ghazal

Event of oneself, ongoing primordial,
Without way or opening, a very hard fall.[1]

In the beginning, beginning’s very middle,
See my blinding opening, your pure white hole.[2]

Summoned by something making answering its call,
Walking an opening where stepping is trail.[3]

Stumbling perfectly, on stumbling, the way a ball,
Deep surface, no opening, feels, cannot, its roll.[4]

Will these clauses, unconcluding, speak being’s wheel,
Our anarchic opening, foundation beyond frail?[5]

Or are they, caught underneath, wax to empty seal,
Signs only of opening, of depths unreal?[6]

Event of oneself, so perversely actual,
Queerest opening, a sparrow through the hall.[7]

[1] “Kaspar Hauser: Well, it seems to me . . . that my coming into this world . . . was a terribly hard fall! Professor Daumer: But Kaspar! That . . . No, that's not . . . How should I explain it to you?” (The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser, dir. Werner Herzog [1974]). “Who am I? How did I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it, why was I not informed of the rules and the regulations but just thrust into the ranks? . . . And if I am compelled to be involved, where is the manager—I have something to say about this. Is there no manager? To whom shall I make my complaint?” (Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling; Repetition, trans. Howard V. Hong and Edna H. Hong [Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1983], 200).

[2] “Every morning, even before I open my eyes, I know I am in my bedroom and my bed. But if I go to sleep after lunch in the room where I work, sometimes I wake up with a feeling of childish amazement—why am I myself? What astonishes me, just as it astonishes a child when he becomes aware of his own identity, is the fact of finding myself here, and at this moment, deep in this life and not in any other. What stroke of chance has brought this about?” (Simone de Beauvoir, All Said and Done, trans. Patrick O’Brien [New York: Putnam, 1974], 1). “We now know the location of this narrow passage through which thought is able to exit from itself—it is through facticity, and through facticity alone, that we are able to make our way towards the absolute” (Quentin Meillassoux, After Finitude: An Essay on the Necessity of Contingency, trans. Ray Brassier [London: Continuum, 2008], 63).

[3] “This characteristic of Dasein’s Being—this ‘that it is’—is veiled in its ‘whence’ and ‘whither’, yet disclosed in itself all the more unveiledly; we call it the ‘thrownness’ of this entity into its ‘there’; indeed, it is thrown in such a way that, as Being-in-the-world, it is its ‘there’” (Martin Heidegger, Being and Time, trans. John Macquarrie and Edward Robinson [San Francisco: Harper Collins, 1962], I.5.29, p.174). “When I consider the brief span of my life absorbed into the eternity which comes before and after . . . the small space I occupy and which I see swallowed up in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I know nothing and which know nothing of me, I take fright and am amazed to see myself here rather than there: there is no reason for me to be here rather than there, now rather than then. Who put me here?” (Blaise Pascal, Pensées, trans. A. J. Krailsheimer [New York: Penguin, 1966], no. 68).

[4] “Just as stone is first presented to the intellect as something in its own right and not as universal or singular, neither is stone first grasped through a second intention, nor is universality a part of the meaning of the concept, but the mind understands the nature of stone for what it is in itself and not as universal or as particular or singular,—so in its extramental existence stone is primarily neither one nor many numerically, yet it has its own proper unity which is less than the unity pertaining to a singular” (John Duns Scotus, Early Oxford Lecture on Individuation, trans. Allan B. Wolter [St. Bonaventure, NY: Franciscan Institute, 2005], sect. 32). “In the abandon in which I am lost, the empirical knowledge of my similarity with others is irrelevant, for the essence of my self arises from this—that nothing will be able to replace it: the feeling of my fundamental improbability situates me in the world where I remain as though foreign to it, absolutely foreign” (George Bataille, Inner Experience, trans. Leslie Anne Boldt [Albany, NY: State University of New York Press, 1988], 69).

[5] “As for the soul being ‘mixed up’ I dare say we’ve the whole divina commedia going on inside us. Yeats rather objects to cells being intelligent, but, I think the ‘Paradiso’ is a fair stab at presenting a developed ‘phantastikon’. The real mediation is, however, the meditation on one’s identity. Ah, voilà une chose!! You try it. You try finding out why you’re you & not somebody else. And who in the blazes are you anyhow? A voilà une chose!” (Ezra Pound, Ezra Pound and Dorothy Shakespear, Their Letters, 1909-1914, ed. Omar Pound and A. Walton Litz [New York: New Directions, 1984], letter to Dorothy Shakespear, 21 April 1913). “[I]nterpreting is itself a possible and distinctive how of the character of being of facticity. Interpreting is a being which belongs to the being of factical life itself. If one were to describe facticity—improperly—as the ‘object’ of hermeneutics (as plants are described as the objects of botany), then one would find this (hermeneutics) in its own object itself (as if analogously plants, what and how they are, came along with botany and from it)” (Martin Heidegger, Ontology—The Hermeneutics of Facticity, trans. John van Buren [Bloomington: Indiana University Press], 12).

[6] “Even more than the style, the very rhythm of our life is based on the good standing of rebellion. Loath to admit a universal identity, we posit individuation, heterogeneity as a primordial phenomenon. Now, to revolt is to postulate this heterogeneity, to conceive it as somehow anterior to the advent of beings and objects” (E. M. Cioran, The Temptation to Exist, trans. Richard Howard [Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1998], 42). “Don Quixote, steeled by his intrepid heart, leapt upon Rocinante, grasped his little round shield, clasped his pike and said: ‘Friend Sancho, I would have you know that I was born, by the will of heaven, in this iron age of ours, to revive in it the age of gold, or golden age, as it is often called. I am the man, I repeat, for whom dangers, great exploits, valiant deeds are reserved’” (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote, trans. John Rutherford [New York: Penguin, 2001], 154).

[7] “Another of the king’s [Edwin’s]chief men signified his agreement with this prudent argument [in favor of accepting Christianity], and went on to say: ‘Your Majesty, when we compare the present life of man on earth with that time of which we have no knowledge, it seems to me like swift flight of a single sparrow through the banqueting-hall where you are sitting on a winter’s day with your thegns and counselors. . . . Even so, man appears on earth for a little while; but of what went before this life or of what follows, we know nothing. Therefore, if this new teaching has brought any more certain knowledge, it seems only right that we should follow it” (Bede, Ecclesiastical History of the English People, trans. David Hugh Farmer [New York: Penguin, 1990], II.13). “God or the good or the place does not take place, but is the taking-place of the entities, their innermost exteriority. The being-worm of the worm, the being-stone of the stone, is divine. . . . Evil, on the other hand, is the reduction of the taking-place of things to a fact like others, the forgetting of the transcendence inherent in the very taking-place of things” (Giorgio Agamben, The Coming Community, trans. Michael Hardt [Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 1993], 14).

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Black Metal Theory

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

No predicting this ontological panic

No predicting this ontological panic,
Inverted reflection of origin: panic!

Flying upside down in an unforeseen cosmos,
It’s surprising how infrequently we panic.

Beauty: each moment losing a new argument.
Who provides me so many to lose I panic?

People, if you refuse to share their worry,
Have a shy tendency to essentially panic.

This love’s pervading pain is not so much a pain
As a too-profound suprasensual panic.

I throw my arms around Nietzsche and the whipped horse,
Immolate myself on their altars of panic.

You and Nicola are other than space-time rides,
Even unreasons for hope, preemptive panic.

Monday, August 10, 2009

that

So io che parla di quella gentile

THAT (che), extraordinary magic of whatever happens (see n.7). “Now I am tempted to say that the right expression in language for the miracle of the existence of the world, though it is not any proposition in language, is the existence of language itself.”[i] Whence I, tress-bound—“Fortes tresses, soyez la houle qui m’enlève” [Strong tresses, be the swell that lifts me away][ii]—am further tempted to say that quella gentile IS language’s that as the world’s miracle, that Dante’s “nuovo miracolo e gentile”[iii] is the miracle of language, its witnessed (So) aura, not in the shallow sense of a special supplementary happening inside or outside world, but in the only sensible sense of the inexplicable happening of world itself. Knowing that the sigh speaks of that blessed one is the word-index of the world as miracle. Beatrice =halo of the wor(l)d. I mean this, not (only) in an auto-reductive intellectual way, but in a post-abysmal A.K.-inspired way that knows how to have it both ways, namely, that a Wittgensteinian reading of the poet’s beloved only belongs to her being an all-the-more real, live woman. Cf. R. Benigni’s gloss on Mary as a maiden God cannot resist being made by. “Quel ch’ella par quando un poco sorride, / non si pò dicer né tenere a mente” [What she seems when she but smiles cannot be said or held in mind].[iv] But that she appears, this is inevitable: “the strongest magic of life: it is covered by a veil of beautiful possibilities, woven with threads of gold—promising, resisting, bashful, mocking, compassionate, and seductive. Yes, life is a woman!”[v] That is the lovely net we are entangled in, the turning maze which is the way of real guiding: “Within the curl of Thy tress, went Hāfiz / In the dark night; and God is the guide.”[vi] So io che . . . curves (volte) with the silent power of a sweet conviction, a pure secret surmise that “between Nirvana and the world there is not the slightest difference,” that in Paradise—the good thief’s today (Luke 23:43)—“everything will be as it is now, just a little different.”[vii]

[i] Ludwig Wittgenstein, “A Lecture on Ethics,” Philosophical Review 74 (1965), 11.

[ii] Charles Baudelaire, The Flowers of Evil (New York: Oxford, 1993), “La Chevelure,” line 13.

[iii] Vita Nuova, 21:4.

[iv] Vita Nuova, 21:4.

[v] Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science, trans. Josefine Nauckhoff (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2001), 4.339.

[vi] Hāfiz, Divan, 572.8.

[vii] Agamben, The Coming Community, 52, citing Nagarjuna and Ernst Bloch (citing Walter Benjamin citing Gershom Scholem citing a well-known Hasidic parable), respectively. In other words, the indifferent difference between the world and paradise is identical with the space of the that.

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Who writes heart-words holding keys to the doors of blood?

Who writes heart-words holding keys to the doors of blood?
Who hears our silent arrival on shores of blood?

You are the only one like yourself, the sole love
Of whomsoever’s heart, with/without stores of blood.

All distant stars will know this love’s perfect tenor
As unforeseen joy releases bright spores of blood.

Happiness is (not) proving simpler than I thought:
A couple diurnal, infernal chores of blood.

See me over the next mountain? asks the led one.
Guide says, return tunneling through hot ores of blood.

Dreamer or doer, killer and victim, each one
Invisibly, eventually bores of blood.

Befriend Nicola before his quick, weird demise,
When a silent sword wins himself, not wars of blood.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

. . . Al cor dolente, che lo fa parlare.

Al cor dolente, che lo fa parlare.

HEART is whom speaking is for. You know this. It does not require commentary. “I turned away [detourné] from philosophy when it became impossible to discover in Kant any human weakness, any authentic accent of melancholy [tristesse].”[i] The sigh’s sound is the sign of the heart’s turning. The sorrowing heart’s hearing of this sound is the sigh’s speaking. I.e., heart turns by attending to its sigh and makes (fa) sigh talk by hearing it as saying, by letting it be heard as the heart’s own voice, at once most intimately for itself and totally exposed.[ii] This close but not closed circuit, whereby the from (del) revolves perfectly into the to (Al), returns language to breath/spirit by releasing love from the body—a self-restorative movement also called listening to your heart, the neither audible nor inaudible exercise of remembering, recording one’s ancient, deeper will. “Not of to-day, is my love for Thy musky tress; / Long time ‘tis, since that with this cup, like the new moon, intoxicated I was.”[iii] Such a sighing one is a whispering tetragrammaton, something on the way to becoming YHWH (I am who I am): “That’s what I am, after all, at bottom and from the start . . . [one] who not for nothing once told himself: ‘Become what you are!’”[iv] Precisely what Beatrice makes Dante do in Eden after her eyes overcome him: “Men che dramma / di sangue m’è rimaso che non tremi: / conosco i segni de l’antica fiamma.”[v] Which shows something of the subtle intersection between sighing, confession, and sorrow: how love is a painful secret opening in oneself from and towards another, a word wounding from within that allows you really to speak, to tell all, as if for the first time, even before and beyond there being anything to say
: “And taking him aside from the multitude privately, he put his fingers into his ears, and he spat and touched his tongue; and looking up to heaven, he sighed, and said to him, ‘Eph’phatha,’ that is, ‘Be opened.’ And his ears were opened, his tongue was released, and he spoke plainly” (Mark 7:33-5).


[i] E. M. Cioran, A Short History of Decay, trans. Richard Howard (New York: Arcade, 1949), 47. Dante’s likewise turns/is turned away weeping from the itinerarium mentis of “il dilettoso monte” (Inferno 1.77) [the delectable mountain], corresponding to the unfinishable philosophical project of the Convivio: “‘A te convien tenere altro vïaggio,’ / rispuose, poi che lagrimar mi vide, / ‘se vuo’ camper d’esto loco selvaggio” (Inferno 1.91-3).

[ii] For a footnote, imagine here a long posthumous essay by a philosopher on the subject of the sigh beginning I sigh. For whom is a sigh? with this as epigraph: “And surely I am not giving myself a report. It may be a sigh; but it need not” (Ludwig Wittgenstein, Philosophical Investigations, trans. G. E. M. Anscombe [New York: Macmillan, 1958], I.585).

[iii] Hafiz, Divan, 397.2.

[iv] Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, “The Honey Sacrifice,” 192.

[v] Purgatorio, 30.48 [Not a drop of blood is left in me that does not tremble: I know the tokens of the ancient flame].

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

How this life is happening inside a bright cave

How this life is happening inside a bright cave
I saw blindly, wholly, as in a lightless cave.

Spatial communion with place's solidity
Is a fine phrase for the simple feeling of cave.

Before murder ends, the victim is bathed in bliss,
A quick lethic cleansing of pain's cellular cave.

Tomb-shrine: telluro-magnetic sporangium
Of mystical grottophilia, love of cave.

Shedding life to realize the dawn of existence
Demands millions of creepings through a body-cave.

Gazing into the distance finds universal
Claustrophobia, dream-sense of the cosmic cave.

Nicola’s migration passes so much space-time
He even forgets never being born in this cave.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

The worry-machine of materialism

The worry-machine of materialism
Lurches cliffward on fuel of empiricism.

Master and slave take dictation from the same dog,
A rabid cur sometimes called capitalism.

Nor does philosophy exist, being fallen
Into self-fables, intellectualism.

Can hearts anamnesically learn love-sickness,
Self-consumption, via such consumerism?

Tomorrow we will institute the World Center
For the Imminent Destruction of All Ism.

For now, semi-audible complaint will suffice,
A heady, modern luxury: criticism.

Nicola is not bird or cage, light or spectrum,
But something invisible trapped in a prism.

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

A face always before me, a face in the air

A face always before me, a face in the air,
Unmoving in my moving, an eternal stare.

I hate that forgetting everything is easy,
Far and away too easy to miss what is there.

What has happened to us? Nothing. It is only
What is always not happening that makes us care.

Shoegazing? This is doom-howling berzerker hordes
Wielding death-lightning, slaying all from who knows where.

Because the staring back is never bargained for
And finds you, reveals you totally unaware.

Because the way up and the way down are the same,
A single winding ladder way beyond repair.

Feeling dark down a humming Lynchian hallway,
Nicola walks without hope and without despair.

p.s. an uncanny experience: remembering having written this after finding Scott's post on The Hum, like the lines were not written until now, could only appear belatedly early, as conjured by a commentary, like in a lynchian plot loop.

Attending to a sigh

io no lo intendo, sì parla sottile

SUBTLE SPEAKING, language thinner than air, narrower than every whisper. What does a word not pass through? Dante's thought-sigh does a cosmic circuit and comes back talking a language he does not intend. When was it not logos? Never other than spoken/speaking, from sospiro to spirito, it always was and will be verbum, the sonic incarnation of inner shining: "the word which sounds without is a sign of the word that shines within . . . For that which is produced by the mouth of the flesh is the sound of the word, and is itself also called 'word,' because that inner word assumed it in order that it might appear outwardly."[i] So the poet's "pensero, nominandolo per lo nome d'alcuno suo effetto" (VN 41:3-4), reversely named for its effect, stays word only by ever becoming word, by ceaselessly passing, staying prepositional (oltre, del, su, per, al, di). Word transpires, is something breathed and breathing, like a vibrational, lyric touching of the invisible locutio rerum, a thing's original, extra-topological in-tention.[ii] "Spiritus ubi vult spirat et vocem eius audis sed non scis unde veniat et quo vadat" (John 3:8).[iii] Listening to the sonetto as logogenetic allegory, bending attention into (in-tendere) its story of becoming-word, this line now talks about the vestigial body of verbal being, the way words travel as traces. Being always windily between, essentially whenceless and whitherless, word is known by unknowing its place: "io non possa intendere là ove lo pensero mi trae" (VN 41:8). That is how speaking passes, by being subtle: "Subtlety takes its name from the power to penetrate."[iv]
How verse happens: "True singing is a different breath, about / nothing. A gust inside the god. A wind."[v] How love hears: "Suppose someone hears an unknown sign, like the sound of some word which he does not know the meaning of; he wants to know what it is . . . [this] is not love for the thing he does not know but for something he knows, on account of which he wants to know what he does not know."[vi]


[i] Augustine, On the Trinity, trans. Stephen McKenna (Washington: Catholic University of America Press, 1970), 15.11.20. "[V]erbum quod foris sonat, signum est verbi quod intus lucet, cui magis verbi competit nomen. Nam illud quod profertur carnis ore, vox verbi est: verbumque et ipsum dicitur, propter illud a quo ut foris appareret assumptum est" (PL 42:1071). "I can remember when I was a little boy, my grandmother and I could hold conversations entirely without ever opening our mouths. She called it shining" (The Shining, directed by Stanley Kubrick [Warner Bros., 1980], Halloran speaking to Danny).

[ii] "[A]lthough it is clear that the beings that were created were nothing before their creation . . . yet they were not nothing, so far as the creator's thought is concerned, through which, and according to which, they were created. This thought is a kind of expression of the objects created (locutio rerum), like the expression which an artisan forms in his mind for what he intends to make [sicut faber dicit prius apud se quod facturus est]" (Anselm, Monologium, trans. Sidney Norton Deane [Chicago: Open Court, 1903], chapters 9-10). Anselm goes on to compare and identify this thought with the universal verba mentis: "all other words owe their invention to these, where these are, no other word is necessary for the recognition of an object, and where they cannot be, no other word is of any use for the description of an object. . . . This . . . then, should be called the especially proper and primary word, corresponding to the thing. Hence, if no expression of any object whatsoever so nearly approaches the object as that expression which consists of this sort of words, nor can there be in the thought of any other word so like the object, whether destined to be, or already existing, not without reason it may be thought that such an expression of objects existed with (apud) the supreme Substance before the creation, that they might be created; and exists, now that they have been created, that they might be known through it" (ch.10).

[iii] "Spirit blows where it wants and you hear its voice but know not whence it comes or where it goes."

[iv] Summa theologica, Supplement.83.1.

[v] "In Wahrheit singen, ist ein andrer Hauch. / Ein Hauch um nichts. Ein When im Gott. Ein Wind" (Ranier Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus, 1.3, in The Selected Poetry of Ranier Maria Rilke, ed. and trans. Stephen Mitchell [New York: Vintage, 1989], 231).

[vi] Augustine, The Trinity, trans. J. E. Rotelle (New York: New City Press, 1997), 10.1.2-3.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

In visione tua dissolutae sunt compages meae

Secretum meum mihi. Lo secreto mio a me. My secret is for me. No one was more accustomed [consuevit] to saying this than Angela of Foligno.[1] So reports the anonymous writer of her Instructions, emphasizing at once the inexpressibility of Angela's spiritual status and the difficulty with which she discussed it: "For the total state of her soul is so beyond description that we can hardly stammer [balbutire] anything about it. . . . It seemed to her a kind of blasphemy to try to express the inexpressible."[2] What does Angela know when she says lo secreto mio a me? What is the special gravity between her soul/body and these words? Who speaks them?

Let us not ask after Angela's secret, question it as something to be retrospectively unsealed. For what faces me, what I first respect about it, is that it is a secret to and for herself, a dative self, possessing its secret as a gift: hers, but given to her, still secret. This is exactly what the habit of these words figures, the remaining secret of the secret which is of the essence of secrecy as something held or worn within oneself. This is the original and ongoing repetition of what cannot be repeated: "Secretum meum mihi, secretum meum mihi" (Isaiah 24:16). As habit strengthens and intensifies through the impression of every repetition, so secrecy stays itself by being more secret. Francis of Assisi's hesitant revelation of his seraphic vision similarly unveils a secret secret:

Although the holy man used to say on other occasions: 'My secret is for myself,' he was moved by Illuminato's words. Then, with much fear, he recounted the vision in detail, adding that the one who had appeared to him had told him some things which he would never disclose to any person as long as he lived.[3]

A real secret's revelation opens into deeper, more authentic secrecy. Secrecy subsists as an ecstatic auto-repetition, a revealing of itself within itself whereby every exposure shows a more profound hiddenness. In this, secrecy belongs to the original structure of world as divine ecstasis, or the equivalent, of God as the original secret of the world: "what is properly divine is that the world does not reveal God."[4] The divine nature of secrecy is that a secret remains a secret, that it is without or is its own place.[5] As Derrida perceives, "A secret doesn't belong, it can never be said to be at home or in its place [chez soi]."[6] The remaining secret of a secret is not static, but generative and productive, the source of the paradoxical repetition whereby what is secret is self-compelled to perpetuation via revelation of itself as secret. To reveal is to re-veil, a dialectic which is displayed in the Arabic word sirr (secret, revelation). [7] A real secret cannot not reveal itself: "I was like a hidden treasure, and I loved to be known; so I created the world that I might be known."[8] And it cannot not re-veil itself: "the very cause of the universe . . . is enticed away from his transcendent dwelling place and comes to abide within all things, and he does so by virtue of his supernatural and ecstatic capacity to remain, nevertheless, within himself."[9] Secrecy is a language that articulates the amorous order of being as absolute. It is a heart-wise way of speaking the indescribable identity of beginning and end, the oneness between the union of soul and God which holds the essence of mystical truth and the original severing or bi-location of being into lover and beloved which demands it: "He prevented the real secret from being known, namely that He is the essential Self of things. He conceals it by otherness, which is you."[10] Therefore, let me instead ask before Angela's secret, in its always-early presence as secret, the place where it also possesses her. For here we have already perceived something significant: that a secret is constituted by something's belonging to an inaccessible elsewhere, that having a secret means being able to be there (where the secret is), that belonging to a secret is a special kind of dislocation. That is what it means to possess a secret, to belong to it, to stay with it across impassible distance by having it inside a space within oneself that is entirely out of place.

Secrecy, as expressed by its etymology, is a topological severing and a severed topology, a place of disjoining and a disjoined place. Secretum, from the substantive of secerno (to set apart, sever, disjoin), signifies both something hidden, concealed, mysterious and a remote, out of the way, solitary location. This essential relation to place explicates secrecy's radical subjectivity, the sense in which an authentic secret, as opposed to something merely occluded, is exactly something that cannot be communicated or produced, something that, forever remaining in the place of itself, can only be pointed toward. As Bachelard says, "All we communicate to others is an orientation towards what is secret without ever being able to tell the secret objectively. What is secret never has total objectivity."[11] Hence the hermetic text's mode of instruction: giving directions to its secret for those who already know it. But what forever remains in/as its own place, par excellence, is place itself, as indicated by Aristotle's definition of place as "non-portable vessel" and "innermost boundary of what contains" (Physics 212a).[12] Secrecy thus communicates something essential about place per se: its incommunicability. More deeply, secrecy is itself a local relation or topological communion with the incommunicable, not a dialogue within but a whispering through place. Like the original but unseen fissure within the wall shared only by Ovid's lovers, the space of secrecy splits or disjoins place, opening a way for holding the non-portable, possessing the non-possessable.[13] Something of this structure appears captured in the tendency to talk of persons as bearing, harboring, or carrying secrets and in secret childhood experiences of secret places, places proverbially "still within us" because they were never properly anywhere else. Conspicuous here is a fundamental collapse or dis-differentation of the distinction between the object and its location, proportional to secretum's semantic confounding of the difference between a secret and a secret place. Secrecy remains an essentially epistemic category, but only by virtue of being constituted by knowledge of an object whose nature and meaning are fundamentally overtaken, like an ancient overgrown ruin, by the place of knowing it. A secret overcomes the immobility of place. Secrecy is like inverted or inside-out place, the outermost boundary of what contains, something way out there or beyond the sky, and a portable non-vessel, a highly keepable container preciously holding something at once everything and almost nothing other than itself, like a little reliquary.[14] At the limit of this inversion is the self as absolute secret, and as Bachelard says, "absolute casket." Explaining this phrase, he cites a letter by Mallarmé in which the inner and outer versions of secrecy as inverted place beautifully intersect: "Every man has a secret in him, many die without finding it, and will never find because they are dead . . . I am dead and risen again with the jeweled key of my last spiritual casket. It is up to me now to open it . . . and its mystery will emanate in a sky of great beauty."[15] Like the dwelling-place of Diana's nakedness, secrecy maps a subtle topographical state of identity between internal and external, intimate and wild, private and other, bedroom and forest. Secrecy is the divine safety Jupiter offers the virgin Io before ravishing her: "quodsi sola times latebras intrare ferarum, / praeside tuta deo nemorum secreta subibis" [but if you fear to penetrate alone the hiding places of wild beasts, with a god as your guardian you will securely enter the secrets of the woods].[16] Secrecy is the eternally individuated erotic room of mystical union: "Et unaquaeque invenit secretum sibi cum sponso, et dicit: Secretum meum mihi, secretum meum mihi. Non omnibus uno in loco frui datur grata et secreta sponsi praesentia" [And each enters with the bridegroom into a secret place for herself, and says, my secret is for me, my secret is for me. The dear and secret presence of the bridegroom is not given for all to enjoy in one place].[17]

Angela's secret us asks me to understand a being-out-of-place that is somehow more place than place itself, a dislocation that is pure home, a fracturing in the edifice of individual being that makes intimate room for the impossible. Angela's secret divinely synthesizes the double sense of secretum as dislocation. Her being-with-God is a solitary and unseekable place: "In that state I see myself as alone with God . . . God is the one who leads me and elevates me to that state. I do not go to it on my own, for by myself I would not know how to want, desire, or seek it."[18] And it is a state of indubitable disjoining:

. . . the soul then knows that God is truly present . . . When this happens all the members feel a disjointing [disiunctionem], and I wish it to be so. Indeed such is the extreme delight that I feel that I would want to always remain in this state. Furthermore, I hear the bones cracking when they are thus disjointed.[19]

It is as if the inexpressible "total state [totus staus] of her soul" could be translated as the total state of the secret, a position encompassing one's joining with a being beyond place and a disjoining within the body that happens to be the place of oneself. (This phenomenon, a kind of serious semi-ghous-like stretching, is explained by John of the Cross via Daniel 10:16 and the "hidden word" [verbum absconditum] Eliaz the Temanite hears in the Job 4:12-16).[20] As an opening of the self's secret location, Angela's dislocation is thus also an opening of the secret of individuation, an unlocking of the hacceity which embodiment holds, a release from the inexplicable fact that one is oneself. "[E]scape is the need to get out of oneself, that is, to break that most radical and unalterably binding of chains, the fact that the I [moi] is oneself [soi-même]."[21] Angela's dislocation is not escape as such, but a satisfaction of the need for escape that does not need to escape, a dis-locking of the prison that eliminates all ground of desire for leaving it behind. "He draws my soul with great gentleness and he sometimes says to me: 'You are I and I am you.' . . . When I am in the God-man my soul is alive."[22] The human-divine oneness of I and you wholly eliminates the we, the false union of collectivity that would hold itself as arbiter over what being alive is: "Even if the whole world were to tell me otherwise, I would laugh it to scorn. Furthermore, I saw the One who is and how he is the being of all creatures."[23] The means of realizing this non-reductive identity of individual and God, the substance of the intimate in through which Angela lives, is an invisibly visible space within God's human body, the secretum of its passion:

The bones and sinews of his most holy body seemed completely torn out of their natural position; and yet his skin was not broken. . . . At the sight of the dislocated limbs and the painful distension of the sinews, she felt herself pierced through even more than she had been at the sight of the open wounds. For the former granted her a deeper insight into the secret of his passion [magis intimabatur animae videntis passionis secretum] . . . The sight . . . stirred her to such compassion that when she saw it, all her own joints seemed to cry out with fresh laments.[24]

Angela's secret, like the lovers' transmural whispering, belongs to the space of a mutual foundational fissure in the corporeal material that joins and separates herself and God. And like the poet's unlocked secret, its disclosure emanates in a sky of beauty: "Angela sees the heavens open [caelum apertum] . . . I cannot tell you that I saw something with a bodily form, but he was as he is in heaven, namely, of such an indescribable beauty that I do not know how to describe it to you except as the Beauty and the All Good."[25]

To read Angela's dislocation is to take part in the problem of writing it. This problem is topological. It concerns, as Michel de Certeau explains, the location of discourse: "Where should I write? That is the question the organization of every mystic text strives to answer: the truth value of the discourse does not depend on the truth value of its propositions, but on the fact of its being in the very place at which the Speaker speaks."[26] Speaking a secret, something about which language must babble (balbutire), Angela's words are disjointed along with the body that voices them, as dramatized in the scene of her screaming at Assisi:

After he had withdrawn, I began to shout and to cry out without any shame: "Love still unknown, why do you leave me?" I could not nor did I scream out any other words than these: "Love still unknown, why? why? why?" Furthermore, these screams were so choked up in my throat [intercludebatur a voce] that the words were unintelligible. Nonetheless what remained with me was a certitude that God, without any doubt, had been speaking to me. As I shouted I wanted to die. It was very painful for me not to die and to go on living. After this experience I felt my joints become dislocated [omnes compagines meae disiungebantur].[27]

This dislocated discourse is not at all fragmentary. Instead, Angela's screams language open into a superior wholeness, a wholeness that is not singular, a one which is greater than one. Angela's word, stretched between the poles of voice, question, certitude, and pain, is not broken. In fact it cannot stop speaking. Like the skin holding together the secret of Christ's disjointed limbs, her word reveals what is within itself by concealing it, by keeping it secret. In other words, Angela's text (among other wonderful things) overcomes, precisely by entering into impossible struggle with, the original fracture in the logos, the differential fissure between expression and representation, saying and showing.[28]

[1] "[I]psa supra omnem quam unquam vidi animam consuevit semper dicere: Secretum meum mihi [Is 24:16]" [More than anyone else I ever knew, she was in the habit of saying: "My secret is mine"] (Angela of Foligno, Il libro della Beata Angela da Foligno, eds. Ludger Thier and Abele Calufetti [Grottaferrata (Rome): Editiones Collegii S. Bonaventurae ad Claras Aquas, 1985], Instructiones, 4.137-8; Italian cited from the Trivulziana manuscript included in this edition; translations cited from Angela of Foligno, Complete Works, trans. Paul Lachance [New York: Paulist Press, 1993], 248).
[2] "Totus enim status illius animae est ita ineffabilis, quod vix possumus aliquid balbutire. . . . Unde quasi videtur sibi quaedam blasphemia velle exprimere inexpressibile" (Angela of Foligno, Instructiones, 4.131-5).
[3] Bonaventure, Major Legend of Saint Francis, 13.4, Francis of Assisi: Early Documents, ed. Armstrong, Hellmann, and Short, 3 vols. (New York: New City Press, 2001), 2.633. "Ad cuius verbum motus vir sanctus licet alias dicere solitus esset: secretum meum mihi tunc tamen cum multo timore seriem retulit visionis praefatae addens quod is qui sibi apparuerat aliqua dixerit quae numquam dum viveret alicui hominum aperiret" (Library of Latin Texts – Series A ).
[4] Giorgio Agamben, The Coming Community, trans. Michael Hardt (Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 1993), 90. I emphasize that to clarify the factical meaning, which is clearer in the original—"che il mondo non riveli Dio, questo è propriamente divino" (La communità che viene, [Turin: Bollati Boringhieri, 2001], 74)—and to accentuate the mystical content of the fact: "Not how the world is, is the mystical, but that it is" (Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, tr. C.K. Ogden [Mineola, NY: Dover Publications, 1998], 6.44).
[5] "God, then, being immaterial and uncircumscribed, has not place. For He is His own place, filling all things and being above all things, and Himself maintaining all things. Yet we speak of God having place and the place of God where His energy becomes manifest" (John of Damascus, Exposition of the Orthodox Faith, ch.13, Select Library of Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers of the Christian Church, eds. Philip Schaff and Henry Wace [New York: Scribners, 1899, vol. 9, p. 15)
[6] Jacques Derrida, The Gift of Death, trans. David Wills (Chicago: University of Chicago, 1995), 92.
[7] "The most commonly employed Arabic word for 'secret,' sirr has contrary meanings: 'something concealed, or supressed' as well as 'a thing that is made manifest or disclosed.' This contrariness in semantics is suggestive of a kind of dialectic of the secret: a secret is not a secret until it is disclosed to someone, so secrecy invites revelation, and this disclosure, in turn, necessitates concealment" (Ruqayya Yasmine Khan, Self and Secrecy in Early Islam [Columbia: University of South Carolina Press, 2008], 25).
[8] "Ibn 'Arab­ī states that he knew this [hadith] to be sound by spiritual unveiling" (Ibn Arabī, Divine Sayings, trans. Steven Hirtenstein and Martin Notcutt [Oxford: Anqa, 2004], 99).
[9] Pseudo-Dionysius, Divine Names, 4.13, cited from The Complete Works, trans. Colm Luibheid and Paul Rorem (New York: Paulist Press, 1987), 82.
[10] Ibn Al-'Arabī, The Bezels of Wisdom, trans. R.W.J. Austin (Mahwah, NJ: Paulist Press, 1980), 133.
[11] Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space, trans. Maria Jolas (Boston: Beacon, 1969), 13.
[12] "Just, in fact, as the vessel is transportable place, so place is a non-portable vessel" (Aristotle, Physics, 4.4.3, 212b, cited from The Basic Works of Aristotle, ed. Richard McKeon [New York: Random House, 1941], 277).
[13] "fissus erat tenui rima, quam duxerat olim, / cum fieret, paries domui communis utrique, / id vitium nulli per saecula longa notatum— / quid non sentit amor?—primi vidistis amantes" (Ovid, Metamorphoses, 4.65-8) [the wall common to each house was split with a subtle fissure, which it had formed long ago when it was made; you, lovers—what does love not sense?—first saw that flaw noticed by no one for generations]. Cf. "Arnaud Lévy notes that the word secret 'originates with the sifting of grain, whose purpose is to separate . . . the good from the bad. This separation is effected by a hole, an orifice'" (Gérard Vincent, "The Secrets of History and the Riddle of Identity," in A History of Private Life, eds. Phillippe Ariès and Georges Duby, 5 vols. [Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1987-1991], 5.163, citing Lévy, "Evaluation étymologique et sémantique du mot 'secret,'" Nouvelle revue de psychanalyse 14 [1976]: 117-30).
[14] "Secrets . . . configure space heterogeneously. . . . Heterogeneous with respect to the topologies and economies of visibility: the secret is never located entirely on the inside or outside, never entirely visible or invisible" (Akira Mizuta Lippit, Atomic Light (Shadow Optics) [Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 2005], 10).
[15] Bachelard, Poetics of Space, 85 and 85n.1.
[16] Ovid, Metamorphoses, Loeb Classical Library (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1966), I.593-4. All translations mine unless otherwise noted.
[17] Bernard of Clairvaux, Sermones super Cantica Canticorum, 23.9, Library of Latin Texts – Series A .
[18] Memorial, 215. "Et video me solam cum Deo . . . Et at praedictum statum ego sum ducta et levata a Deo et non profecta, quia ego nescivi istum statum velle nec desiderare nec petere" (Memoriale, 9.413-29).
[19] Memorial, 158. ". . . quia anima cognoscit ita veraciter esse Deum . . . Et omnia membra sentient disiunctionem, et ego ita volo esse; et omnia membra sentient maximam delectationem, et ego vellem simper in illo esse. Et etiam sonant membra quando disiunguntur" (Memoriale, 4.323-7).
[20] "The soul, then, says to the Bridegroom: / Withdraw them [your eyes], Beloved, I am taking flight! . . . The misery of human nature is such that in this life that when the communication and knowledge of the Beloved, which means more life for the soul and for which she longs so ardently, is about to be imparted, she cannot receive it save almost at the cost of her life. When she receives the eyes she has been searching for so anxiously and in so many ways, she cries. Withdraw them, Beloved! The torment experienced in these rapturous visits is such that no other so disjoins the bones and endangers human nature. Were God not to provide, she would die. And indeed, it seems so to the soul in which this happens, that she is being loosed from the flesh and is abandoning the body" (John of the Cross, Spiritual Canticle, 13.3-4, cited from The Collected Works of Saint John of the Cross, trans. Kieran Kavanaugh and Otilio Rodriguez [Washington, DC: Institute of Carmelite Studies, 1991], 521). On Eliphaz, John writes: "what Eliphaz the Temanite refers to (in saying that a hidden word was spoken to him) was given to the soul when, unable to endure it, she said, 'Withdraw them, Beloved.' . . . He says he received it as though by stealth because just as a stolen article is not one's own, so that secret, from a natural viewpoint, is foreign to humans, for Eliphaz received what did not belong to him naturally. Thus it was unlawful for him to receive it just as it was unlawful for St. Paul to disclose the secret words he heard [2 Cor. 12:4]. Hence the other prophet twice declared: My secret for myself [Is. 24:16]. . . . And he adds that all his bones were terrified or disturbed, which amounts to saying that they were shaken and dislocated. He refers here to the great disjuncture of the bones that we said they suffer at this time. Daniel clearly indicates this when he says on seein the angel: Domine in vision tua dissolutae sunt compages meae (Lord, on seeing you the joints of my bones are loosed) [Da. 10:16]" (Spiritual Canticle, 14&15.18-19).
[21] Emmanuel Levinas, On Escape, trans. Bettina Bergo (Stanford: Stanford University Press, 2003), 55.
[22] Memorial, 205. "[E]t trahit animam cum tanta mansuetudine, ut dicat aliquando: Tue s ego et ego sum tu . . . Et in isto Deo homine stando anima est viva" (Memoriale, 9.92-7).
[23] Memorial, 215. "Sed si totus mundus diceret aliud, ego facerem inde truffas. Et video illum qui est esse et quomodo est esse omnium creatorum" (Memoriale, 9.409-11).
[24] Instructions, 245. "nervi et iuncturae ossium illius sacratissimi corporis videbantur omnino laxati a debita harmonia iuncturae; nulla tamen apparebat in pelle continuitatis solution. . . . Et maiori configebatur telo in aspect tam dirae resolutionis compagum unionis membrorum, ex qua omnes nervi videbantur dolorosa protensi, quam in aspectu vulnerum apertorum; quia in illis magis intimabatur animae videntis passionis secretum . . . Eratque tantae compassionis aspectus sic cruciati corporis boni et dilecti Jesu, quod omnes iuncturae in vidente novum videbantur provocare lamentum" (Instructiones, 4.48-59).
[25] Memorial, 151. "Angela vidit caelum apertum [heading] . . . Et nescio tibi dicere quod ego viderim aliquid corporale, sed erat sicut in caelo, videlicet pulchritude tanta quod nescio tibia liquid dicere nisi pulchritudinem et omne bonum" (Memoriale, 4.121-30).
[26] Michel de Certeau, "Mystic Speech," in The Certeau Reader, ed. Graham Ward (Oxford: Blackwell, 2000), 199.
[27] Memorial, 142. "Et tunc post discessum coepi stridere alta voce vel vociferari, et sine aliqua verecundia stridebam et clamabam dicendo hoc verbum scilicet: Amor non cognitus, et quare scilicet me dimittis? Sed non poteram vel non dicebam plus nisi quod clamabam sine verecundia praedictum verbum scilicet: Amor non cognitus, et quare et quare et quare? Tamen praedictum verbum ita intercludebatur a voce quod non intelligebatur verbum. Et tunc me reliquit cum certitudine et sine dubio quod ipse firmiter fuerat Deus. Et ego clamabam volens mori, et dolor magus erat mihi quia non moriebar et remanebam; et tunc omnes compagines meae disiungebantur" (Memoriale, 3.109-17).
[28] “The main point is the theory of what can be expressed (gesagt) by propositions—i.e. by language—(and which comes to the same, what can be thought) and what cannot be expressed by propositions, but only shown (gezeigt); which, I believe, is the cardinal problem of philosophy” (Ludwig Wittgenstein: Cambridge Letters, eds. Brian McGuinness and G.H. von Wright [Oxford: Blackwell, 1995], 123). Cf. “The Aristotelian scission of the ousia (which, as a first essence, coincides with the pronoun and with the plane of demonstration, and as a second essence with the common noun and with signification) constitutes the original nucleus of a fracture in the plane of language between showing and saying, indication and signification. This fracture traverses the whole history of metaphysics, and without it, the ontological problem itself cannot be formulated” (Language and Death: The Place of Negativity, trans. Karen E. Pinkhaus with Michael Hardt [Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 1991], 18) and Agamben’s correlative diagnosis of “the scission of the word” in Western culture and its extremity as the birth point of criticism: “the scission of the word is construed to mean that poetry possesses its object without knowing it while philosophy knows its object without possessing it. In the West, the word is thus divided between a word that is unaware, as if fallen from the sky, and enjoys the object of knowledge by representing it in beautiful form, and a word that has all the seriousness and consciousness for itself but does not enjoy its object because it does not know how to represent it. . . . Criticism is born at the moment when the scission reaches its extreme point. It is situated where, in Western culture, the word becomes unglued from itself; and it points, on the near or far side of that separation, toward unitary status for the utterance. From the outside, this situation of criticism can be expressed in the formula according to which it neither knows nor represents but knows the representation” (Stanzas: Word and Phantasm in Western Culture, trans. Ronald L. Martinez [Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 1993], xvii). Following the same logic, phenomenology would point “back” toward a unitary status of the experience: “Our relationship to the world, as it is untiringly enunciated within us, is not a thing which can be any further clarified by analysis; philosophy can only place it once more before our eyes and present it for our ratification” (Maurice Merleau-Ponty, Phenomenology of Percpetion, trans. Colin Smith [London: Routledge, 1962], xx). Cf. Hans Ulrich Gumbrecht’s analysis of “aesthetic experience as an oscillation (and sometimes as an interference) between ‘presence effects’ and ‘meaning effects’” and his correlative “pledge against the systematic bracketing of presence, and against the uncontested centrality of interpretation, in the academic disciplines that we call ‘the humanities and the arts’” (The Production of Presence: What Meaning Cannot Convey, [Stanford: Stanford University Press, 2004], 2, xv).

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Secretum meum mihi

Secrecy, as expressed by its etymology, is a topological severing and a severed topology, a place of disjoining and a disjoined place. Secretum, from the substantive of secerno (to set apart, sever, disjoin), signifies both something hidden, concealed, mysterious and a remote, out of the way, solitary location. This essential relation to place explicates secrecy's radical subjectivity, the sense in which an authentic secret, as opposed to something merely occluded, is exactly something that cannot be communicated or produced, something that, forever remaining in its own place, can only be pointed toward. As Bachelard says, "All we communicate to others is an orientation towards what is secret without ever being able to tell the secret objectively. What is secret never has total objectivity."[1] But what forever remains in its own place, par excellence, is place itself, as indicated by Aristotle's definition of place as "non-portable vessel" and "innermost boundary of what contains" (Physics 212a).[2] Secrecy thus communicates something essential about place per se: its incommunicability. More deeply, secrecy is itself a local relation or topological communion with the incommunicable, not a dialogue within but a whispering through place. Like the original but unseen fissure within the wall shared only by Ovid's lovers, the space of secrecy splits or disjoins place, opening a way for holding the non-portable, possessing the non-possessable.[3] Something of this structure appears captured in the tendency to talk of persons as bearing, harboring, or carrying secrets and in secret childhood experiences of secret places, places proverbially "still within us" because they were never properly anywhere else. Conspicuous here is a fundamental collapse or dis-differentation of the distinction between the object and its location, proportional to secretum's semantic confounding of the difference between a secret and a secret place. Secrecy remains an essentially epistemic category, but only by virtue of being constituted by knowledge of an object whose nature and meaning are fundamentally overtaken, like an ancient overgrown ruin, by the place of knowing it. A secret overcomes the immobility of place. Secrecy is like inverted or inside-out place, the outermost boundary of what contains, something way out there or beyond the sky, and a portable non-vessel, a highly keepable container preciously holding something at once everything and almost nothing other than itself, like a little reliquary. At the limit of this inversion is the self as absolute secret, and as Bachelard says, "absolute casket." Explaining this phrase, he cites a letter by Mallarmé in which the inner and outer versions of secrecy as inverted place beautifully intersect: "Every man has a secret in him, many die without finding it, and will never find because they are dead . . . I am dead and risen again with the jeweled key of my last spiritual casket. It is up to me now to open it . . . and its mystery will emanate in a sky of great beauty."[4] Like the dwelling-place of Diana's nakedness, secrecy maps a subtle topographical state of identity between internal and external, intimate and wild, private and other, bedroom and forest. Secrecy is the divine safety Jupiter offers the virgin Io before ravishing her: "quodsi sola times latebras intrare ferarum, / praeside tuta deo nemorum secreta subibis" [but if you fear to penetrate alone the hiding places of wild beasts, with a god as your guardian you will securely enter the secrets of the woods].[5] Secrecy is the eternally individuated erotic room of mystical union: "Et unaquaeque invenit secretum sibi cum sponso, et dicit: Secretum meum mihi, secretum meum mihi. Non omnibus uno in loco frui datur grata et secreta sponsi praesentia" [And each enters with the bridegroom into a secret place for herself, and says, my secret is for me, my secret is for me. The dear and secret presence of the bridegroom is not given for all to enjoy in one place].[6]



[1] Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space, trans. Maria Jolas (Boston: Beacon, 1969), 13.

[2] "Just, in fact, as the vessel is transportable place, so place is a non-portable vessel" (Aristotle, Physics, 4.4.3, 212b, cited from The Basic Works of Aristotle, ed. Richard McKeon [New York: Random House, 1941], 277).

[3] "fissus erat tenui rima, quam duxerat olim, / cum fieret, paries domui communis utrique, / id vitium nulli per saecula longa notatum— / quid non sentit amor?—primi vidistis amantes" (Ovid, Metamorphoses, 4.65-8) [the wall common to each house was split with a subtle fissure, which it had formed long ago when it was made; you, lovers—what does love not sense?—first saw that flaw noticed by no one for generations].

[4] Bachelard, Poetics of Space, 85 and 85n.1.

[5] Ovid, Metamorphoses, Loeb Classical Library (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1966), I.593-4. All translations mine unless otherwise noted.

[6] Bernard of Clairvaux, Sermones super Cantica Canticorum, 23.9, Library of Latin Texts – Series A <http://www.brepolis.net>.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Question: is something causing cosmos to appear?

Question: is something causing cosmos to appear?
I really ask—do I?—do not only appear.

See the crystal growing of all things as answer,
A perfect inverse of platitude that appears.

The more I timepass inside thinking's deep flatness,
The more wine signed mystery on my doorstep appears.

From where has everything already been let in?
That is home, not the perspective where it appears.

Funny philosophers, thinking thought as a thing,
Not image in a mirror where each thing appears.

The summit of this life is its not having been.
To be standing there now we suddenly appear.

Be happy only to hear, not catch Nicola,
One who not once to himself will ever appear.

Monday, June 08, 2009

&

Vedela tal, che quando 'l mi ridice

TINIEST DIVINITY: difference & repetition = all I confess I cannot say when I speak and
. There is what this line says, which is straightforward, and there is what this line is, something that keeps saying it. It keeps saying in a universal sense: "Man speaks only as he responds to language. Language speaks. Its speaking speaks for us in what has been spoken."[i] In a general sense: "Poetry is news that STAYS news."[ii] And in an absolutely specific sense which, like your own breath, is infinitely more important than either. This is not an other or extra or allegorical sense, not a deeper saying hidden underneath the obvious, not something structural or mythic or symbolic. It is a sense living so secretly and openly, so publicly and intimately, that it passes through us visibly unnoticed, incognito. Being seen neither with nor without comprehension, being something apparent but altogether beyond and before surface as such, this sense is exactly what makes all its senses possible, the subtle medium of their presence. Like a face itself, an impossible and inevitable silent projection preceding all expression, this can be called the apophantic sense, so as to indicate a properly phenomenological meaning-perception of something as it shows itself.[iii] Or it can be called the special sense, to mean a perception of something's special being, its essential appearance.[iv] The A/S sense is tasted by reading two-dimensionally, too close to the page, aperspectivally, floating.[v] The beauty of this sense, its God-proving detail (whatever that is), is that it ain't at all abstract, that it is always a this. It is, simply, wonderfully, as it appears to be.[vi] How does it appear? By being (the sense that appears as) wholly at home with the fact that it appears.[vii] What does it appear as? As itself, in this case, the rich, ready-to-be-endlessly-glossed idea that the what of seeing, its suchness (Vedela tal), IS the when of its resaying (quando 'l mi ridice). Or as Deleuze saw: "Habit is the originary synthesis of time, which constitutes the life of the passing present."[viii]


[i] Martin Heidegger, "Language," Poetry, Language, Thought, trans. Albert Hoftadter (New York: Harper & Row, 1971), 210

[ii] Ezra Pound, The ABC of Reading (New York: New Directions, 1960), 29.

[iii] "Thus 'phenomenology' means . . . [apophainesthai ta phainomena]—to let that which shows itself be seen from itself in the very way in which it shows itself from itself Heidegger" (Heidegger, Being and Time, 34).

[iv] "The image is a being whose essence is to be a species, a visibility or an appearance. A being is special if its essence coincides with its being given to be seen, with its aspect. Special being is absolutely insubstantial. It does not have a proper place, but occurs in a subject and is in this sense like a habitus or a mode of being, like the image in a mirror" (Giorgio Agamben, Profanations, trans. Jeff Fort [New York: Zone, 2007], 57).

[v] "If one form of thinking, rational and horizontal, clamps man to the earth, another, which we may tentatively call meditative, or 'vertical' thinking after Parmenides, may literally raise man into the air. . . Horizontal thinking, we may say as Max Frisch said of technology, is a way of organizing the universe so that man won't have to experience it. Vertical thinking is a way of transcending the horizontal thinking to rejoin the universe. Thus we may say with Heraclitus 'The way up and the way down are the same.' We might remain satisfied, with the scholars, not to take Parmenides seriously in his vertical description of seeing (flying). This is the same attitude of patronization which art scholars still indulge toward 'flat' Byzantine and Medieval painting and toward the Eastern 'mandala'. These scholars insist that painters lacked the technique for painting in three dimensions; on the contrary, it is we who have lost the capacity to see in two dimensions. . . . Many are the men who have drifted, in dreams, out the door, through the garden, and out into the street. . . . When I was a child my eyes 'flattened' space" (August Plinth, Principles of Levitation, 38-42).

[vi] Cf. "He who knows everything displaces nothing. To each one I appear to be what he thinks I am" (Meher Baba, Life at its Best [San Franciso: Sufism Reoriented, 1957], 3).

[vii] "Not how the world is, is the mystical, but that it is" (Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, tr. C.K. Ogden [Mineola, NY: Dover Publications, 1998], 6.44). "God or the good or the place does not take place, but is the taking-place of the entities, their innermost exteriority. The being-worm of the worm, the being-stone of the stone, is divine. That the world is, that something can appear and have a face . . . this is the good" Giorgio Agamben, The Coming Community, 14).

[viii] Gilles Deleuze, Difference and Repetition, trans. Paul Patton (New York: Columbia, 1994), 80.

Saturday, June 06, 2009

Phenomenal Black Metal Trinity

"To summarize, we have a real intention whose core is inhabited by a real me and a sensual pine tree.
In addition, there is also a withdrawn real tree (or something that we mistake for one) lying outside the intention, but able to affect it along avenues still unknown.

Finally, the sensual tree never appears in the form of a naked essence, but is always encrusted with various sorts of noise.Elsewhere I have called it 'black noise', to emphasize that it is highly structured, not the sort of formless chaos suggested by the 'white noise' of television and radio.

Black noise initially seems to come in three varieties.
First, the sensual tree has pivotal or essential qualities that must always belong to it under penalty of the intentional agent no longer considering it the same thing.
Second, the tree has accidental features shimmering along its surface from moment to moment, not affecting our identification of it as one and the same.
Finally, the pine tree stands in relation to countless peripheral objects that inhabit the same intention (neighboring trees, mountains, deer, rabbits, clouds of mist)." [1]
My task now is to understand how GH's three kinds of black noise unintentionally unveil (perhaps the only way things can ever really be un-veiled) the tripartite phenomenal essence of Black Metal. Working intuition:

Black Noise 1) Essential qualities belonging to entities under pain of no longer thinking it the same. Such quality is the domain of Occult Black Metal, black metal devoted to the hidden (esoteric, orthodox, kabbalistic, apophatic etc), to accessing what lies outside the intention but still affects it via avenues unknown.

Black Noise 2) Accidental features shimmering along the surface from moment to moment. Such features are the domain of Profane Black Metal (hedonist, punk, heedless), black metal about exposing and mocking life as pure contentlless appearance.

Black Noise 3) Standing in relation to countless peripheral objects. Such standing is the thrown contextual space of Melancholic (black-biled) Black Metal, which all about expressing the deepest and self-dissolving relations between things, the abyssic proximities between and within entities, intimate relation to the non-relatable, the fact that one is etc.

Cf. Augustine's analysis of the word in De Trinitate.

"After" working this out, I will think about how black metal operates on these three noise levels in a manner that dissolves cosmos, as Volahn are doing here, for example.

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1. Graham Harman, "Vicarious Causation," Collapse II.

Thursday, June 04, 2009

Happening Somewhere this Winter: Hideous Gnosis -- Black Metal Theory Symposium


Sonic gloss: Nightbringer, "Feast of the Manes," Death and the Black Work.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Your gaze is a speculative reality

Your gaze is a speculative reality,
A gradual from an unknown monastery.

Zerodimensionally, it perforates air,
Opening without opening somewhere very.

Disease me. Be for me as I am your disease,
Sack the City of God with love-dysentery.

Their conference, even on the moon, leaves all unchanged;
Professing, they forget to practice, heresy.

Outside opens from within, making all woman,
Whoring world perfectly like the Virgin Mary.

Inside opens from without, manning everything,
Erecting it as infinite commentary.

Nicola's vision crashes right through the windshield,
Thrown by distracting eyes, a fresh fatality.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Dust mote dictates empyrean conspiracy

Dust mote dictates empyrean conspiracy,
Ice sings antarctic black metal conspiracy.

It hurts ego to hear cosmos is one big tree
Infinitely ramifying conspiracy.

Witness thought's betrayal of thinking's own body,
Keeping secret everybody's conspiracy.

Who is my only and non-essential essence,
The halo of this event as conspiracy.

A single anything spontaneously kills
All chance of there not being a conspiracy.

Individuation glitches every system,
Endlessly out-conspires every conspiracy.

Ecstatic mnemonic paralysis seizes
Nicola's heart in the sweetest conspiracy.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Still Sphering

lo peregrino spirito la mira

MY EYES AND I have a bargain: they say what I cannot speak and I tell them what they cannot see.[i] Being in wonder keeps us busy. So the pilgrim spirit's looking through her splendor is an identical inner relation, an intimate respirating exchange between seeing-as-speaking and speaking-as-seeing that produces silence for profit, the plenitude of sense and medium of all real transaction.[ii] "The soundless gathering call, by which Saying moves the world-relation on its way, we call the ringing of stillness. It is: the language of being."[iii] La mira comes here, to the unstopping completion, the quiet saturation from which poetry, or the re-saying of silence, initiates anew "la gioia che mai non fina."[iv] Gazing on her, lo peregrino spirito enters the circumambulation (tawaf, pradakshina) that is the beginningless beginning and endless end of its wandering desire, "the pneumatic circle within which the poetic sign, as it arises from the spirit of the heart, can immediately adhere both to the dictation of that 'spiritual motion' that is love, and to its object."[v] The amorous circulatory system of the sonetto, participating in the trinitarian processions of being it evokes, is inscribed in its subtle self-reflexive numerology, founded on four fives (4+5=9=Beatrice): "cinque parti," 5 rhymes, 14 lines (1+4=5), 4 stanzas + 1 poem = 5.[vi] So the line groupings (2, 2, 4, 3, 3) place Beatrice (9=2+4+3) at the center. What is the point? In keeping with the conjecture that "counting was born in the elaboration of a ritual procession re-enacting the Creation,"[vii] the sonetto processes its own creation in the breath that speaks it, counting in a circle charted by the two persons (lover and beloved) and their personified relation (sospiro/pensero/spirito) so as to arrive, return, and mystically re-arrive at Beatrice. That is easy.[viii] A truer question is where is the point? That is the end of this line, the place of the gaze to which love ever returns by always never being able to leave. [N]

[i] Cf. "to speak is in God to see by thought, forasmuch as the Word is conceived by the gaze of the divine thought" (Thomas Aquinas, Summa theologica, trans. Fathers of the English Dominican Province [New York: Bezinger Brothers, 1947], 1.34.1).

[ii] In one moment (the only moment) of silence / Are dying all of my ideas about silence. / As sound beyond sound, beyond hearing, and beyond / Beyond is the densest openness of silence. / There is an endless loveliness in your eyes while / I am trying to say something about silence. / See the past, present, and future of all language / Created, preserved, and destroyed inside silence. / Speak your heart to me, dear one, whoever you are, / In these uncertain moments enclosed by silence. / Word-truth, our rarely achieved alchemy of sense, / Is a sound transmuting silence into silence. / Keep quiet Nicola, failure of what you know, / While we keep listening for answers in silence. "And Nature, asked by it brings forth works, might answer if it cared to listen and to speak: 'It would have been more becoming to put no question but to learn in silence just as I myself am silent and make no habit of talking. And what is your lesion? This; that whatsoever comes into my being is my vision, seen in my silence, the vision that belongs to my character who, sprung from vision, am vision-loving and create vision by the vision-seeing faculty within me" (Plotinus, Enneads, 3.8.4). "Si cui sileat tumultus carnis, sileant phantasiae terrae et aquarum et aeris, sileant et poli et ipsa sibi anima sileat . . . none hoc est: Intra in gaudium domini tui?" (Augustine, Confessions, Loeb Classical Library [Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1951], 9.10). "Silence is nothing merely negative; it is not the mere absence of speech. It is a positive, a complete world in itself. Silence has greatness simply because it is. It is, and that is its greatness, its pure existence. There is no beginning to silence and no end . . . When silence is present, it is as though nothing but silence had ever existed" (Max Picard, The World of Silence, trans. Stanley Godman [Chicago: Regner, 1952], 1. "He who never says anything cannot keep silent at any given moment. Keeping silent authentically is possible only in genuine discoursing. To be able to keep silent, Dasein must have something to say—that is, it must have at its disposal an authentic and rich disclosedness of itself" (Martin Heidegger,Being and Time , trans. John Macquarrie and Edward Robinson [San Francisco: Harper Collins, 1962], I.5.165). "Things that are real are given and received in silence" (Meher Baba).

[iii] Martin Heidegger, "The Nature of Language," in On the Way to Language, trans. Peter D. Hertz (New York: Harper & Row, 1971), 108.

[iv] Guido delle Colonne, "Gioiosamente canto," I poeti della scuola Siciliana: Poeti siculo-toscani, ed. Rosario Coluccia (Milano: Mondadori, 2008), 67.

[v] Giorgio Agamben, Stanzas, 128.

[vi] "The sonnet could be divided more subtly, and more subtly clarified; but it may pass with this division, and therefore I do not concern myself to divide it any further" (Vita Nuova, 41:9). I proceed through some trinitarian passages. "The same appetite with which one longs open-mouthed to know a thing becomes love of the thing known when it holds and embraces the acceptable offspring, that is knowledge, and joins it to its begetter. And so you have a certain image of the trinity, the mind itself and its knowledge, which is its offspring and its words about itself, and love as the third element, and these three are one (1 Jn 5:8) and are one substance" (Augustine, The Trinity, trans. Edmund Hill [Hyde Park, NY: New City Press, 1991], 9.3). "[T]he Son proceeds by way of the intellect as Word, and the Holy Ghost by way of the will as Love. Now love must proceed from a word. For we do not love anything unless we apprehend it by a mental conception. Hence also in this way it is manifest that the Holy Ghost proceeds from the son. . . . Therefore in rational creatures, possessing intellect and will, there is found the representation of the Trinity by way of image, inasmuch as there is found in them the word conceived, and the love proceeding" (Aquinas, Summa theologica, 1.36.2, 1.45.7). "The ecstatical unity of temporality—that is, the unity of the 'outside-of-itself' in the raptures of the future, of what has been, and of the Present—is the condition for the possibility that there can be an entity which exists as its 'there'" (Heidegger, Being and Time, 2.469). "The fact is, that when the latent infinite trio-nature of God is gradually manifested out of the gradual projection of the finite Nothing, and when it simultaneously protrudes the projection

of the finite Nothing as Nothingness manifested ad infinitum,this very same infinite trio-nature of God, at this stage of manifestation, becomes enmeshed in the apparent and false infinity of the Nothingness and thus gets itself expressed as the finite triple nature of man with capabilities demonstrated ad infinitum. How (1) the mind, (2) the energy and (3) the body, as the triple nature of man, demonstrate their capabilities ad infinitum in Illusion is clearly experienced (1) through the inventive mind of a scientist, who finds no end to discoveries and inventions; (2) through the release of nuclear energy in Illusion, which has reached a stage where it threatens with its own force of illusion to destroy the very Nothingness out of which it emerged and evolved into such a terrific force; (3) through the body (typifying happiness) which, now keeping pace with the advanced progress of the evolution of the Nothing, is infinitely urged to seek greater and greater happiness to such an extent that happiness actually becomes the very basis of the life of illusion. The only reason for such infinite demonstration in the field of Nothingness (which is Illusion) is because the basic finite triple nature of man—energy, mind and happiness of Nothingness—is upheld and stretched out ad infinitum by the basic infinite trio-nature of God—infinite power, infinite knowledge and infinite bliss of Everything" (Meher Baba, God Speaks, 90-1).

[vii] T. Koetsier and L. Bergmans, "Introduction," Mathematics and the Divine: An Historical Study (Amsterdam: Elsevier, 2008), 13.

[viii] The movement through the imagistic steps of the sonetto is of course more complex and involves several eddying, microcosmic motions. At this level we begin already beyond the widest sphere, then penetrate it from this side via Love's weeping in a motion that is virtually re-initiated from the heart in a kind of syntactic time-warp. Then thought's arrival at the lady and its getting lost in the epicycles of honor and splendor and gazing. Then the sigh's subtle retelling of the gaze caused by a secondary motion of the heart that first moved it. Then the mystical understanding of thought's unintelligible speech through an apophatic anamnesis of the beloved's name. And finally a gentle expansion into a refined social atmosphere.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Dialetheic Divinity, Auto-Spectrality, Life After Death

These are some comments in the wake Reza Negarestani's "Instrumental Spectrality . . ." and Quentin Meillasoux's "Spectral Dilemma" (Collapse 4). Surely there is not a proper argument here, only some fast-and-loose haunting thoughts that demand exorcism by/in writing. Plus, I can come up with no purer procrastination (than attending to myself as ghost, discussing the divine (in)existence, and thinking about life-after-death). And it is likely that this whole theological spectrality thing will fatally inform my Sorrow of Being project, seeing that it is all about, only about, the sorrow that one is as the ultimate and most extreme auto-mourn.

"To be atheist is not simply to maintain that God does not exist, but also that he could not exist; to be a believer is to have faith in the essential existence of God. We now see that the thesis of the divine inexistence must, to gain ground against such an alternative, shift the battle to the terrain of modalities: Its is a question of maintaining that God is possible—not in a subjective and synchronous sense (in the sense that I maintain that it is possible that God currently exists), but in an objective future sense (where I maintain that God could really come about in the future. At stake is the unknotting of the atheo-religious link between God and necessity (God must or must not exist) and its reattachment to the virtual (God could exist)" (QM). Here we see at once the most alluring speculative call and the most egregious philosophical error of QM's proposal for the solution of essential spectres.[i] A wonderful radical exposure of thought to the extra-divine contingency plus a pathetic chaining of that exposure to an all-too-human hyper-deficient understanding of time. "God"/God was, is, and will be (unless humans manage to get it together and get down to the business of immaculately conceiving a new concept that would primordially replace "God") the term or name or word (and all three) that par excellence breaks with "everyday" time. (Indeed, philosophy tends to rely on the concept of the "everyday" in the same way that science relies on "we": both are sneaky self-preserving ways of confessing-without-confessing what these discourses do not know, of staying "discourses," of keeping their failure at bay before themselves and before the people they think they are talking to). QM here deifies linear finite time (contra Augustine, Boethius, Barbour et al) and thus talks about God in a manner that cannot make sense. Just to say "God," even once, even without thinking about it, is to intuitively admit that one does not know what is really happening and that the relation between this happening and time is messed up. The simplest and most easily grasped aspect of the messed-up-ness of the relation between time and event is what stares one in the face all the time: the fact that although one's life is saturated by time and cannot properly happen without it, the event of it is timeless/atemporal (Why am I me? Why is it now now? And so on). Cleary this is and is not QM's point, to use pathetic time to lever open to our vision a new space of thought/experience and at the same time to naturalize or habituate our vision to it via pathetic time, i.e. make us feel at home with God as possibly existing despite his apparent absence. R.N. catches the scent of this contradiction as specifically time-bound when he sees that QM's "recourse to hauntology . . . obliges him to assume a decisional position which not only dampens the speculative drive mobilized by the absolute contingency but also makes his philosophy amicable to instrumental and neo-moralist regimes of ethics and politics" and that this decisional position confesses "the hackneyed ethical responsibility of the philosophy qua the living who is compulsively obsessed with doing justice to the dead on behalf of his living brethren." In other words, there is a whiff here of an existential progressiveness that makes for-other and for-future decisions so as to sweep under the rug of itself as rationality the radical arbitrariness of its own event and thus "obstruct the speculative tempest unleashed by the absolute contingency of the cosmic abyss" (RN).

What is called for then is a deeper entering into the time of the spectre. Think Hamlet. The appearance of the ghost is all about its simultaneously momentary and durable temporality, the fact that its regular brief diurnal appearance indexes the deeper, magnified, unbearable time of purgatorial experience. In other words, the time of the spectre is a beyond time within time, an eternalizing or extra-temporalizing adjunct of pathetic time. Here we see the link between speculation and spectrality. To speculate is to see a spectre. To see a spectre is to think in its time, to hear a story from time's outside. To assume a decisional position vis-à-vis a spectre (i.e. become its mourner/avenger) is to be tricked by it into forcibly re-belonging to pathetic time on a spectral behalf. This is the ghost's typical hunger, as folkloric wisdom bears out, to consume a little portion of one's life, suck one's breath, etc. To do what a spectre wants = to cease talking to it = to stop speculating. Deciding from the spectre, Hamlet ceases to be a philosopher and thus becomes fatally haunted by philosophy. This constitutes his western modernity, his embodiment of modern philosophy as the haunting of cogitation by philosophy as an outside, as something dead on whose behalf thinking must proceed. Similarly, it is possible that is QM tricked by essential spectres into "bringing back the omniscient God in the guise of hyper-chaos" (RN). The mechanism of this trickery is the essentializing of spectrality itself, which is precisely the trick of every spectre, the content of every spectral lie: "I am special [and you must do something about it]." The arbitrary indication of some spectres as essential (Which ones? What not that one?) is simply a generalized form of the selfishness of mourning, an abstract expression of the self-sting of death wherein it goes forgotten that it is always for oneself that one mourns (hence my desire to turn back the art of mourning on itself). The spectral claim to specialness preys upon human desire to be special, to believe in the specialness of its being alive, when in fact everything is alive, even and perhaps especially the dead, insofar as they are. RN addresses this confusion over the livingness of the dead under the heading of "the ontological apartheid of the living . . . the myth of the living." And yet it does not seem that QM is really tricked by any essential spectre, or that there is a a real spectre in "Spectral Dilemma." Rather there is an idea of spectres as a generalized essence, a choral class of spectres singing theodical verses. But how can essential spectrality be generalized?

I have elsewhere arrived at a somewhat similar perception of ontological apartheidism in the midst of commenting on the line Exists a creature of frost from High on Fire's "The Yeti": "Being an elemental creature means being what one is made of, being a being that is its own substance. Within the Yeti, there is no space between creaturely being and frost's existence. But human being, suspicious of itself, guilty and disoriented, is both haunted by a sense of being other than what it is made of and faithless of this other's substantiality. Auto-heretic, the human sees everyday the ghost of itself and still does not believe. Instead, it thinks and feels itself as made out of something else, something more elemental than itself. Hence the human fears and romanticizes—one coin's two sides—death as dissolution into elemental substance, as evaporation. Yet my voice, complaining or consoling, betrays itself, carries back to me its elemental, ownmost whisper, a voice within voice that is also mine, a secret suggestion that death's loss is my missing of death, its darkness my blindness to it. A big delusion, silliness to think that I am both other than and reducible to my elements, to cast myself as a spell of never being myself, neither in life or death! I AM. And my being here as body and self is not only proof but the very reality of that fact as substantial, ineradicable. 'There is no unbridgeable gulf separating the finer aspects of nature from its gross aspect. They all interpenetrate one another and exist together.' The 'impossibility' of our being here forecloses the possibility of our not being here, of death as such, wherever here happens to be. From the horizon of the beyond beyond, the Yeti calls us back to life's continuity, self-continuous life, the happy life of being one's own substance. Emblematically, Yeti is Yet-I, the self-saying speaking self that exists despite whatever surrounds it, the atemporal 'yet' that is the event of the I." So we can say that the Yeti (and other similar luminous, liminal monsters), as a supremely accidental spectre that not only does not demand mourning but terroristically insists on one's own happiness in the face of all catastrophe, is a proper antidote to the myth of essential spectres.

Yet it is hardly complete to say that QM only instrumentalizes spectres on behalf of the "living," rendering the dead "liveware (the instrument of the living)" as RN says. QM's essential spectres are more importantly godware, instruments for re-conceiving God, midwifes of the divine: "Must this future and immanent god be personal, or consist in a 'harmony', a becalmed community of living, of dead, and of reborn? We believe that precise responses to these questions can be envisaged, and that they determine an original regime of thought, in rupture with both atheism and theology: a divinology, yet to be constituted, through which will be fabricated, perhaps, new links between men and those who haunt them." In other words, QM is really only conjuring essential spectres as a fiction that evaporates before the rising of God as the the spectre of spectres, the Spectre whose instrumentalization is out of the question and with whom one might finally, infinitely, and already converse in speculation into the most absolute and post-absolute contingencies. Here the possibility of a harmonic horizon between QM and RN becomes visible, with the latter doing the work proposed by the former, as pathetic time poetically dissolves into the space of the yet and the perhaps. Which is why I expected RN's response to QM to reopen the divinologies of Cyclonopedia, especially those that formally evoke QM's god to come, namely: Zurvan Akarana, the original God whose "Outsideness can neither possess nor be possessed" and "Incognitum Hactenus—not known yet or nameless and without origin until now . . . a double-dealing mode of time connecting abyssal time scales to our chronological time, thus exposing to us the horror of times beyond." Incognitum Hactenus is totally on the way to QM's god to come the only way that god can be to come, by not being on the way at all. Cf. "The cause which led the most finite Nothing, latent in the infinite Everything, to manifest itself as infinite Nothingness, is the original cause called the 'CAUSE.' This Cause is just nothing but the WHIM or lahar of God. This original whim can also be called the first 'WORD' uttered by God—'WHO AM I?' . . . How is it then possible for the latent original infinite whim to surge in God and make manifest itself and all that is latent of the Nothing as Nothingness? Whim after all is a whim; and, by its very nature, it is such that 'why—wherefore—when' can find no place in its nature. A whim may come at any moment; it may come now or after a few months or after years, and it may not come at all. Similarly, the original infinite whim, after all, is a whim, and too, it is the whim of God in the state of infinitude! This whim may not surge in God at all; and, if it surges, either at any moment or after thousands of years or after a million cycles, it need not be surprising" (Meher Baba).

To try to cut to the chase regarding the divine inexistence (the presence of which was most recently palpably produced in Eileen Joy's "The Light of Her Face was the Voluptuous Index of a Multiplicity of Guthlacs"), the question is certainly not (as QM and RN know) whether nor not God exists.[ii] That question, now well into running its course, is only a worn out device of human self-deferral or method for continuing one's own existence in the mode of a spectre, in the worried faux-freedom of spectral wandering (I don't know where or who I am and don't care as long as I have my X). Nor is the question really whether and/or when God will exist in the future. That feels like Chaos-fetishism of a kind that would preserve a certain comfort for discourse, a certain we will keep talking in the pious thought that our thinking both belongs to a historically responsible getting better of things and still cooly performs our dark awareness of abysses even God could not glimpse. The moment Chaos is indicated as the abyssic foundation of everything Chaos itself is consumed by it, ingested by the implacable singular monstrosity of the there is. The real question, rather, the one that really grips me and "in which factical Dasein is ruthlessly dragged back to itself and relentlessly thrown back upon itself" (Heidegger), is the question of how God at once exists and does not exist, how God, existing, truly and actually manages not exist, and how God, not existing, yet truly and actually manages to exist. In short the question is not whether God exists, or how God might exist in the future, the question is WHO is God? A deeper and darker question that could face God as the real spectre, that does not require God to exist or not, that could confront the spectrality of the fact that anything is happening at all, a question that God has trouble answering, that energizes rather than hampers "the speculative vector" (RN) . . .

Feeling this question means thinking the divine (in)existence dialetheically, seeing God as always both existing and not-existing in an infinitely unpredictable manner that wholly fulfills being and non-being simultaneously with and without contradiction. Here Pseudo-Dionysius's understanding of the universe as divine ec-stasis comes to mind: "the very cause of the universe in the beautiful, good, superabundance of his benign yearning for all is also carried outside of himself in the loving care he has for everything. He is, as it were, beguiled by goodness, by love, and by yearning and is enticed away from his transcendent dwelling place and comes to abide within all things, and he does so by virtue of his supernatural and ecstatic capacity to remain, nevertheless, within himself." In other words, we can think of God as auto-spectral, both in the sense of the universe being a divine shade or ghost and in the sense of "God" being a spectre haunting the universe. In divine auto-spectrality, the mutual misunderstandings of the spectre and the haunted, the "dead" and the "living" are simultaneously and cosmically present in an infinitely purposeless and perfect way. God, the divine, is thus both a singular, special being who relates to cosmos auto-spectrally and the very ghostly relation of each thing to itself. Cf. "God or the good or the place does not take place, but is the taking-place of the entities, their innermost exteriority. The being-worm of the worm, the being-stone of the stone, is divine" (Agamben). God is dead, but does not know it, and hangs around life as its own. God is alive, but is haunted by himself as dead, and does things to dispel himself as ghost. And so on. Interestingly, divine (in)existence as auto-spectral fulfills QM's epigraph—"every man has two things belonging to him, namely, a life and a phantom" (Tylor)—better than the futuristic spectral solution. Cf. "What is properly divine is that the world does not reveal God" (Agamben).

Cinema, or life as animation, is one instrument for holding in mind the complexity of auto-spectral being. A mixture of common sense and rumor, going back at least to the middle ages, lets us know that life near/after death is intensely self-filmic: "The fret and fury of immediate responses to the changing situations of earthly life is replaced in life after death by a more leisurely mood freed from the urgency of immediately needed actions. All the experience of the earthly career is now available for reflection in a form more vivid than is possible through memory in earthly life. The snapshots of earthly life have all been taken on the cinematic film of the mind and it is now time to study the original earthly life through the magnified projections of the filmed record on the screen of subjectivised consciousness" (Discourses 3.64). Auto-spectrality is cinematic in the sense that watching the film of one's life means being both alive and dead in a wonderful way. My life is over, but I am still experiencing it. I still live, but I am already dead. Something like this seems to be the natural state of all things to themselves, the reality of their being whoever they are.

And Chaos, instead of being an absolute place or principle from which everything contingently hangs, would then be the spontaneous cosmic machine or ultimate undesignable instrument through which the auto-spectral existence of each being is maintained simultaneously as itself and as a relation to innumerable other unpredictable beings (world).


[i] "Essential spectres are those of terrible deaths: premature deaths, odious, deaths, the death of a child . . . We will call essential mourning the completion of mourning for essential spectres" (QM). Karl Steel, this is the article I realized you would appreciate in the middle of your talk on "Woofing and Weeping: Mourning with Animals in the Last Days" and this is why (apocalyptic animals as essential spectres, etc. Cf. Hegel, "Every animal finds a voice in its violent death; it expresses itself as a removed self").

[ii] Cf. "'Does God exist?' I cannot imagine a more terrible question, and at the same time a more absurd one. . . . By raising the question about God's existence is to place God on the plain of the contingent, that is to say, on a level where creatures live" (August Plinth, Princples of Levitation [1971], 13).

Friday, May 15, 2009

New Home for Sabbath Gloss

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Through the Tiny Sandstorm . . . Oriental Black Metal



"For hours I waited, till the east grew grey and the stars faded, and the grey turned to roseate light edged with gold. I heard a moaning and saw a storm of sand stirring among the antique stones though the sky was clear and the vast reaches of desert still. Then suddenly above the desert's far rim came the blazing edge of the sun, seen through the tiny sandstorm which was passing away, and in my fevered state I fancied that from some remote depth there came a crash of musical metal to hail the fiery disc as Memnon hails it from the banks of the Nile. My ears rang and my imagination seethed as I led my camel slowly across the sand to that unvocal place; that place which I alone of living men had seen. In and out amongst the shapeless foundations of houses and places I wandered, finding never a carving or inscription to tell of these men, if men they were, who built this city and dwelt therein so long ago. The antiquity of the spot was unwholesome, and I longed to encounter some sign or device to prove that the city was indeed fashioned by mankind. There were certain proportions and dimensions in the ruins which I did not like." (H.P. Lovecraft, "The Nameless City")

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Grave Levitation: Being Scholarly


[T]he problem of knowledge is a problem of possession, and every problem of possession is a problem of enjoyment.—Giorgio Agamben[i]

Pleasure and pain occur as follows. When a lot of air mingles with the blood and makes it light, which is a natural occurrence, and pervades the whole body, pleasure is the result. When the unnatural happens and the air does not mingle, the blood gets heavier and weaker and thicker, and pain is the result.—Diogenes of Apollonia[ii]

Gravity is a mystery of the body devised to hide defects of the spirit.—François de La Rochefoucauld[iii]

Mainly, the question is how light or heavy we are—the problem of our 'specific gravity'.—Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science[iv]

Our world has inherited the world of gravity: all bodies weigh on one another, and against one another, heavenly bodies and callous bodies, vitreous bodies and corpuscles. But gravitational mechanics is corrected here on just one point: bodies weigh lightly.—Jean-Luc Nancy[v]

[I]t must have been like seeing one of the huge pillars of the church suspended like a cloud.—G.K. Chesterton, describing Thomas Aquinas’s levitation[vi]

Medievalist bodies, embodied medievalists! How do medievalists become bodies? How do bodies become medievalist? What is the place of pleasure in these becomings? These are terrible, silly, impossible, questions to inflict on ourselves. Yet insist and inflict I will, like a perverse medieval mystical body, like a flagellant subjecting you to the spectacle of my own affliction.

There is of course a more generic question here, a typical but powerful question about the place of the body and its pleasures within the broader set of practices to which medieval studies institutionally belongs. This question flows in many directions and could lead me to consider the medieval as a site within corporeal hermeneutics generally and how the study of medieval stuff contributes to its practical and theoretical evolution. And here there is an unmistakable medievalist presence, for example: John Milhaven’s recuperation of mystical bodily knowing and mutual loving so as "to affect all areas of human decision and action"; Hans Gumbrecht’s call, also grounded in a premodern cosmocentric subject, for "a relation to things of the world that could oscillate between presence effects and meaning effects"; Carolyn Dinshaw's invitation to a queer tactile historiography that works "through affective connection . . . and the collapse of conventional historical time;" Giorgio Agamben's stilnovistic pneumophantasmological indication of the neither-subjective-nor-objective as the "'third area' that a science of man truly freed of every eighteenth-century prejudice should focus its study"; and my own hyperarticulated desires, buttressed by the temporality of Talmudic pilpul and the sensuousness of medieval exegesis, for commentary as the spicy form of geophilosophical becoming.[vii] Such lines of flight invest in the present embodied space of pleasure as the proper place of scholarship, the workshop of its facta, and speak towards the realization of mobile communities that may supercede, perforate, and perfect the conventional forms of life they inhabit.

Here I wish not to float past but to orbitally slingshot my way around this discursive mass so as to arrive somewhere else. The metaphor has special meaning in relation to the observed gravitational anomalies whereby spacecraft have inexplicably increased velocity during Earth flybys.[viii] It suggests, perhaps as the local analogue of the similarly anomalous accelerating expansion of the universe that we live in or lives in us, the potentiality of gravity to be something otherwise. So I fling myself towards scholarly pleasure measured gravitationally, as affecting the weight of bodies, hoping to arrive at medieval studies in the middle of the moment where the heavy becomes light, where gravity is flight.

Pleasure's deep relation to gravity is evident generally in our tendency to speak of its quality in terms of weight. Pleasure presents itself through a scalar sense of my body's weight, a mood of relative corporeal heaviness or lightness. Joy is literally uplifting and sadness literally depressing. In regard to pleasure more specifically, the relation is clearest in the context of the distinction between love and lust, which I take as wholly applicable to the quality of intellectual desire. As Meher Baba explains, in terms that invite translation into the relational spaces between scholarly subjects and objects, the amorous zones of philology and philosophy,

In lust there is reliance upon the object of sense and consequent spiritual subordination of the soul to it, but love puts the soul into direct and co-ordinate relation with the reality which is behind the form. Therefore lust is experienced as being heavy and love is experienced as being light. In lust there is a narrowing down of life and in love there is an expansion in being. To have loved one soul is like adding its life to your own. Your life is, as it were, multiplied and you virtually live in two centres. If you love the whole world you vicariously live in the whole world, but in lust there is an ebbing down of life and a general sense of hopeless dependence upon a form which is regarded as another. . . . Lust seeks fulfillment but love experiences fulfillment. (Discourses 1.160)

These distinctions speak especially to how otherness and sameness function as twin containers for lustful, appropriative scholarly relations whereas loving, expansive scholarship is a movement in relation to an object whose being is not collapsed by these alternatives, what Agamben names whatever being, "the loved one with all of its predicates, its being such as it is."[ix] I will highlight the crux of the distinction, the moment where lust gives way to love, where heavy self-centered movement becomes a mobile multi-centered lightness, where bodies become planetary. This moment is grounded in the potentiality of lust as already a form of love, an already that is visible as the inescapable movement or desire of gravity itself, "a dim reflection of the love which pervades every part of the universe" (Discourses 1.156), "l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stele" (Paradiso 3.145). That it is the other stars who have Dante's final word unveils love's unity with an originary otherness legible in gravitation as a motion toward other centers, i.e. a movement whose perfection would realize the old definition of God as a sphere whose center is everywhere and/or the Nietzschean death of God—"The middle is everywhere. Crooked is the path of eternity"—for which Meister Eckhart famously prayed: "I pray to God to rid me of God."[x] In other words, the lust-to-love transition, as a movement of being, is a kind of corporeal cosmic flow between the poles of gravity's double signification of singular essential weight and omnipresent primordial movement.

So the medieval studies I am thrown into is a gravely levitating scholarly being, the lovely becoming light of weight in all senses: metaphoric, literal, and above all in the truest most palpable sense of the phenomenal poetic zones of indistinction between the two. This means, in tune with the Heraclitan oneness of the way up and the way down, not flight from but the very lightening of gravitas itself, the finding or falling into levitas through the triple gravities of the discipline: the weight of the medieval (texts, past), the weight of each other (society, institutions), and the weight of ourselves (body, present). Towards this end I offer no precepts or to-do list, only an indication of the wisdom and necessity of doing so, of practicing our highest pleasures, in unknowing of the division between poetry as knowledge and philosophy as joy[xi], in opposition to the separation between thought and life that best expresses "the omnipresence of the economy,"[xii] and in harmony with the volitional imperative of Nietzsche's "new gravity: the eternal recurrence of the same": "Do you want this again and innumerable times again?"[xiii] This Middle Ages? This medievalist?

The medieval possesses me with a peculiar specific gravity, like Chaucer's being "a popet in an arm t' embrace / For any womman, smal and fair of face," like Boccaccio's authorial weightiness—not grave but so light he floats on the water, like Dante's body made macro [thin] by a poema sacro, like Aquinas's airy bovine corpus, like the fiery mealtime conversation of Francis and Claire that seems to consume the nearby church, like the floaty Neoplatonic discourse of Monica and Augustine: "And higher still we ascended, thinking and speaking and wondering."[xiv] These light weights pull me to levitate gravely in a way that may be called aggressive contemplation, thinking contemplation both in the medieval sense of the hermeneutic fruit that gives "a foretaste, even in this life, of what the future reward of good work is" and in its original meaning, to mark out a space for close, augural observation.[xv] As Hugh of St. Victor explains, whereas meditation is an "assiduous and shrewd drawing back of thought . . . [that] is always about things hidden from our understanding," contemplation is "a keen and free observation of the mind expanding everywhere to look into things . . . [and] is about things as manifest."[xvi] Such work, as the Cloud of Unknowing explains, has the proportional power of "suddenly and graciously" making pleasing and beautiful the appearance of the "worst looking man or woman."[xvii] Contemplation, setting up shop at the ancient place Nietzsche calls "the whole Olympus of appearance," attends to surfaces as the deep space of life, the place of pleasure where the burdens of understanding the past and planning the future become an unpredictable baroque frame for remembering the present. Aggressive contemplation, like the accelerating centerless expansion of the cosmos, does not wait for but moves forcefully into itself, territorializing the unbounded, unwalled space of its pleasure with nothing other than pleasure's movement, the ravished-ravishing taking place of taking pleasure. Here our seeing totally does not translate into the life-deferring instrumental transparency that keeps us from speaking to each other. Here, responsible for my own happiness and for producing the perfume of its truth, I float with Aquinas and burn down the church with Francis. Or as the appropriately named heavy metal band High on Fire sing it, "Come all ye losers, don't you know you're the children of life? / Follow me now and we'll burn down the pillars of time."[xviii]

[i] Giorgio Agamben, Stanzas: Word and Phantasm in Western Culture, trans. Roland L. Martinez (Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 1993), xvii

[ii] The First Philosophers: The Presocratics and Sophists, trans. Robin Waterfield (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2000), 200.

[iii] "La gravité est un mystère du corps inventé pour cacher les défauts de l'esprit" (Collected Maxims and Other Reflections [Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2007], V.257).

[iv] The Gay Science, trans. Josefine Nauckhoff and Adrian Del Caro (Cambridge: Cambrdige University Press, 2001), 5.380.

[v] Corpus, trans. Richard A. Rand (New York: Fordham University Press, 2008), 93.

[vi] Collected Works, 11 vols. (San Francisco: Ignatius Press, 1986), 2.505.

[vii] John Giles Milhaven, Hadewijch and Her Sisters: Other Ways of Loving and Knowing (Albany: State University of New York Press, 1993), 120; Hans Ulrich Gumbrecht, The Production of Presence: What Meaning Cannot Convey (Stanford: Stanford University Press, 2004), xv; Carolyn Dinshaw, "Getting Medieval," Journal of the History of Sexuality 10 (2001): 203; Giorgio Agamben, Stanzas, 59; Nicola Masciandaro, "Becoming Spice: Commentary as Geophilosophy," Collapse: Philosophical Research and Development (forthcoming).

[ix] Giorgio Agamben, The Coming Community, trans. Michael Hardt (Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 1993), 2.

[x] Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, “The Convalescent,” 175. R. Schürmann, Meister Eckhart, Indiana University Press, Bloomington, 1978, p. 219.

[xi] "The scission in question is that between poetry and philosophy, between the poetic word and the word of thought. . . . the scission of the word is construed to mean that poetry possess its object without knowing it while philosophy knows its object without possessing it. In the West, the word is thus divided between a word that is unaware, as if fallen from the sky, and enjoys the object of knowledge by representing it in beautiful form, and a word that has all seriousness and consciousness for itself but does not enjoy its object because it does not know how to represent it. The split between poetry and philosophy testifies to the impossibility, for Western culture, of fully possessing the object of knowledge (The scission in question is that between poetry and philosophy, between the poetic word and the word of thought. . . . the scission of the word is construed to mean that poetry possess its object without knowing it while philosophy knows its object without possessing it. In the West, the word is thus divided between a word that is unaware, as if fallen from the sky, and enjoys the object of knowledge by representing it in beautiful form, and a word that has all seriousness and consciousness for itself but does not enjoy its object because it does not know how to represent it, that is, of language). In our culture knowledge . . . is divided between inspired-ecstatic and rational-conscious poles, neither ever succeeding in wholly reducing the other. . . . What is thus overlooked is the fact that every authentic poetic project is directed toward knowledge, just as every authentic act of philosophy is always directed toward joy" (Giorgio Agamben, Stanzas, xvii).

[xii] Raoul Vaneigem, The Movement of the Free Spirit: General Considerations and Firsthand Testimony Concerning Some Brief Flowerings of Life in the Middle Ages, the Renaissance and, Incidentally, Our Own Time, trans. Randall Cherry and Ian Patterson (New York: Zone, 1994), 18.

[xiii] “The Recurrence of the Same,” notebook entry from August 1881, cited from Thus Spoke Zarathustra, trans. Graham Parkes (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2005), xxii; The Gay Science, 4.341.

[xiv] Sir Thopas 701-2; "io confesso d'esser pesato, e molte volte de' miei dí essere stato; e per ciò, parlando a quelle che pesato non m'hanno, affermo che io non son grave, anzi son io sí lieve che io sto a gall nell'acqua" (Boccaccio, Decameron, ed. Cesare Segre [Milan: Mursia, 1966], 676); "Se mai continga ch 'l poema sacro / al quale ha posto mano e cielo e terra, sì che m'ha fatto per molti anni macro . . .(Paradiso 25. 1-3); "One effect of Thomas's amazing concentration in prayer was that several times, as he prayed, his body was seen lifted off the ground, as it if followed the movement of his mind, as with him who said 'The Spirit raised me up between earth and heaven'" (Bernard Gui, Life of St. Thomas Aquinas, ch.23, in The Life of Saint Thomas Aquinas: Biographical Documents, trans. and ed. Kenelm Foster [Baltimore: Helicon Press, 1959], 42); "And in the meantime Saint Francis had the table prepared on the bare ground, as he usually did. When it was time to eat they sat down together: Saint Clare with Saint Francis; one of the companions of Saint Francis with the companion of Saint Clare; then all the other companions gathered humbly at the table. And as a first course Saint Francis began to speak of God so sweetly, so deeply, and so wonderfully that the abundance of divine grace descended upon them, and all were rapt into God. And while they were enraptured in this way, their eyes and hands lifted up to heaven, the people of Assisi and Bettona and those of the surrounding area saw Saint Mary of the Angels burning brightly, along with the whole place and the forest, which was next to the place. It seemed that a great fire was consuming the church, the place and the forest together" (Little Flowers of Saint Francis, ch. 15, Francis of Assisi: Early Documents, ed. Armstrong, Hellmann, and Short [New York: New City Press, 2001), 3.591); "Et adhuc ascendebamus, interius cogitando et loquendo et mirando opera tua" (Augustine, Confessions, 9.10).

[xv] Hugh of St. Victor, Didascalicon, trans. Jerome Taylor (New York: Columbia University Press, 1968), 5.9

[xvi] "Meditatio est assidua et sagax retractatio cogitationis, aliquid, vel involutum explicare nitens, vel scrutans penetrare occultum. Contemplatio est perspicax, et liber animi contuitus in res perspiciendas usquequaque diffusus. Inter meditationem et contemplationem hoc interesse videtur. Quod meditatio semper est de rebus ab intelligentia nostra occultis. Contemplatio vero de rebus, vel secundum suam naturam, vel secundum capacitatem nostram manifestis" (In Salomonis Ecclesiasten Homiliae XIX, PL 175:116-7).

[xvii] "Whoso had this werk, it schuld governe him ful seemly, as wele in body as in soule, and make hym ful favorable unto iche man or woman that lokyd apon hym; insomoche that the worst favored man or woman that leveth in this liif, and thei mighte come to by grace to worche in this work, theire favour schuld sodenly and graciously be changed, that iche good man that hem sawe schulde be fayne and joyful to have hem in companye, and ful mochil thei schuld think that thei were plesid in spirit and holpen by grace unto God in theire presence" (The Cloud of Unknowing, ed. Patrick J. Gallacher [Kalamazoo, MI: Medieval Institute Publications, 1997], 54.1874-80).

[xviii] High on Fire, "Hung, Drawn, and Quartered," Surrounded by Thieves

Saturday, May 02, 2009

See here, there, the pure horror of the human form

See here, there, the pure horror of the human form,
Self-burning, perversest orthodoxies of form.

From where have you snaked your scalar self into being,
You slithering sometimes eloquent mass of form?

If we speak together, even for a moment,
It is as feeling the inner despair of form.

And sometimes a surface becomes like blood-stained snow
And in my entrancement I conquer every form.

Was it you we saw wandering vagabondish
Over the steep steppes of thought, or was it your form?

If the world elects to continue even once
I will smash it as idol of my own heart's form.

Here is where I even get to say Nicola,
Most sincerely broadcast the emptiness of form.

Monday, April 27, 2009

The Future of Commentary: Podcast

The Future of Commentary: A Roundtable with David Greetham, Hans Ulrich Gumbrecht, Avital Ronell, and Jesús Rodríguez Velasco

April 10, 2009, CUNY Graduate Center, New York City

Moderator: Nicola Masciandaro

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Sunday, April 26, 2009

Splendoring

e luce sí, che per lo suo splendore


SPECTACULAR INTIMACY, or, the brightness of light becoming itself. Splendor is not a quality, but the condition of the overcoming of quality. It is not something seen, but the visible approach of the place where seeing becomes the seen.[i] "In this state of absorbed contemplation there is no longer question of holding an object: the vision is continuous so that seeing and seen are one thing; object and act of vision have become identical; of all that until then filled the eye no memory remains. . . . the vision floods the eyes with light, but it is not a light showing some other object, the light is itself the vision."[ii] Syntactically, the line temporalizes splendor, traces the becoming substantial of the relation between seeing and seen as a time delay within their distinction. Suspended in this light-filled air, can I say what splendor is? Luckily Dante, being one who breathes love back into philology (the exhale of his taking note when love inspires), is here to help.[iii] Commenting on the descent of divine power as sight (In lei discende la virtù divina / sì come face in angelo, che 'l vede), he explains splendor via Avicenna as not only reflected light, but the visible/visual becoming of a thing toward the virtue shining on it.[iv] Seeing is not simply splendor's external measuring tool, but the very efficiency of its cause. To see someone's splendor, to experience how she shines, is to witness her becoming like what she sees and thus belong by parallel process to her being. Splendor is the ideal form of seeing as participation, the term of beauty's neither-subjective-nor-objective being in the eye of the beholder, the self-forgetful love-seeing or ocular "erotic anamnesis . . . that transports the object not toward another thing or another place, but toward its own taking place—toward the Idea."[v] So the sigh returns in the lady's splendor to its own very cause.[vi] So is splendor what speaks the being of love: "Non per aver a sé di bene aquisto, / ch'esser no può, ma perché suo splendore / potesse, risplendendo, dir 'Subsisto,' . . . / s'aperse in nuovi amor l'etterno amore" (Paradiso 29.13-8).[vii] [N]



[i] Cf. "The sensual thing itself has a unified and basically ineffable effect on us, one that cannot be reduced to any list of traits. But if such a listing of traits does not sever a thing from its quality, there may be another way for this to happen. . . . The separation between a sensual object and its quality can be termed 'allure.' This term pinpoints the bewitching emotional effect that often accompanies this event for humans, and also suggests the related term 'allusion,' since allure merely alludes to the object without making it its inner life directly present" (Graham Harman, "On Vicarious Causation," Collapse 2 [2007]: 198-9).

[ii] Plotinus, Enneads, 6.7.35-6

[iii] "I' mi son un che, quando / Amor mi spira, noto, e a quell modo / ch'e' ditta dentro vo significando" (Purgatorio 24.52-4) [I am one who, when Love inspires me, takes note, and goes setting it forth after the fashion which he dictates within me]. Signification itself is a work of love, semiosis an amorous occasionalism.

[iv] "Ove è da sapere che discender la virtude d'una cosa in altra non è altro che ridurre quella in sua similitudine; sì come ne li agenti naturali vedemo manifestamente che, discendendo la loro virtù ne le pazienti cose, recano quelle a loro similitudine tanto quanto possibili sono a venire. Onde vedemo lo sole che, discendendo lo raggio suo qua giù, reduce le cose a sua similitudine di lume, quanto esse per loro disposizione possono da la [sua] virtude lume ricevere. Così dico che Dio questo amore a sua similitudine reduce, quanto esso è possibile a lui assimigliarsi. E ponsi la qualitade de la reduzione, dicendo: Sì come face in angelo che 'l vede. Ove ancora è da sapere che lo primo agente, cioè Dio, pinge la sua virtù in cose per modo di diritto raggio, e in cose per modo di splendore reverberato; onde ne le Intelligenze raggia la divina luce sanza mezzo, ne l'altre si ripercuote da queste Intelligenze prima illuminate. Ma però che qui è fatta menzione di luce e di splendore, a perfetto intendimento mostrerò differenza di questi vocabuli, secondo che Avicenna sente. Dico che l'usanza de' filosofi è di chiamare 'luce' lo lume, in quanto esso è nel suo fontale principio; di chiamare 'raggio', in quanto esso è per lo mezzo, dal principio al primo corpo dove si termina; di chiamare 'splendore', in quanto esso è in altra parte alluminata ripercosso. Dico adunque che la divina virtù sanza mezzo questo amore tragge a sua similitudine" (Convivio 3.14, <http://www.greatdante.net/texts/convivio/convivio.html> [Here we must observe that the descent of virtue from one thing into another is nothing but the causing of the latter to take on the likeness of the former; just as in natural agents we clearly see that when their virtue descends into things that are receptive, they cause those things to take on their likeness to the extent that they are capable of attaining to it. Thus we see that the Sun, as its rays descend here below, causes things to take on the likeness of its light to the extent that by their disposition they are capable of receiving light from its virtue. So I say that God causes this love to take on his own likeness to the extent that it is possible for it to resemble him. And the nature of that causation is indicated by saying As it does into an angel that sees him. Here we must further know that the first agent, namely God, instills his power into things by means of direct radiance or by means of reflected light. Thus the divine light rays forth into the Intelligences without mediation, and is reflected into the other things by these Intelligences which are first illuminated. But since light and reflected light have been mentioned here, I will, in order to be perfectly clear, clarify the difference between these terms according to the opinion of Avicenna. I say that it is customary for philosophers to call luminosity light as it exists in its original source, to call it radiance as it exists in the medium between its source and the first body which it strikes, and to call it reflected light as it is reflected into another place that becomes illuminated (trans. Richard Lansing, http://dante.ilt.columbia.edu/new/books/convivi/index.html>)].

[v] Giorgio Agamben, The Coming Community, trans. Michael Hardt (Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 1993), 2.

[vi] "ché 'n sue belezze son cose vedute / che li occhi li color dov'ella luce / ne Mandan messi al cor pien di desiri, / che prendon aire e diventan sospiri" (Convivio 3) [Her pure soul, which receives from him this salvation, For in her beauties are things seen that the eyes of those in whom she shines send messages to the heart full of desires that take air and become sighs].

[vii] "Not for gain of good unto Himself, which cannot be, but that His splendor might, in resplendence, say, 'Subsisto' . . . the Eternal Love opened into new loves."

Friday, April 17, 2009

More Sphere

vede una donna, che riceve honore

TRANSCRIBING SECRETS, the present tense of
vede produces the presence of what it sees. So the sonetto insists throughout on its present, on the being-without-beginning-and-without-end of its when (quando). Nothing happens—everything is happening: the sigh's circling beyond and back from the sphere to the heart it exits, the lady's shining upon and receiving from those who see her splendor, the sorrowing heart's hearing whom it causes to speak . . . Every event traces a flowing beyond and a returning back. All things circulate themselves, producing time from a somewhere beyond the sphere. "If . . . the Soul withdrew, sinking itself again into its primal unity, Time would disappear: the origin of Time . . . is to be traced to the first stir of the Soul's tendency towards the production of the sensible Universe (Plotinus, Enneads, 3.7.12). The sigh's seeing a lady turns the heart that shares its light to the movement of this first stir, to the scene of the first look of love. Here we record the ocular origin point of cosmos (janua coeli, oculus mundi), the fact that it is happening, not in a static place, but in an ecstatic erotic stir that remains visible in our looking, in the spontaneous giving-receiving of seeing which miraculously exceeds by staying within itself: "the very cause of the universe . . . is also carried outside of himself . . . He is . . . beguiled by goodness, by love, and by yearning and is enticed away from his transcendent dwelling place and comes to abide within all things, and he does so by virtue of his supernatural and ecstatic capacity to remain, nevertheless, within himself" (Pseudo-Dionysius, Divine Names, 4.13).[i] Love at first sight is only the reseeing of original vision. "The process of perception runs parallel to the process of creation, and the reversing of the process of perception without obliterating consciousness amounts to realising the nothingness of the universe as a separate entity" (Discourses II.98). As if love is a seeing that receives itself in surplus from the seen, as if the widest sphere is the eye.


[i] Pseudo-Dionysius, The Complete Works, trans. Colm Luibheid and Paul Rorem (New York: Paulist Press, 1987), 82.

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Anti-Cosmosis (abstract)


photograph from Passages

I pick up the guitar play until I found a riff that makes me either shudder in fear, cry with pain, tremble with anger and I will play that riff many times over. . . I will destroy cosmos and return to freedom!—Donn of Teutoburg Forest

I do not believe in Satan, nor in God. Those two fuck-ups can't exist, not in my way of thinking.—Shaamatae of Arckanum

I don’t want to be where I am, or anywhere for that matter.—Malefic of Xasthur

Aritualistic exegetical worship of black metal as anti-cosmic, with special devotion to: Teutoburg Forest, Nightbringer, Tenebrae in Perpetuum, Xasthur, Weapon, Portal, Menace Ruine, Andramelech, Arckanum, Blut aus Nord, Benighted, Avsolutized, Avichi, Averse Sefira, Absonus Noctis, Black Seas of Infinity. Following a sequence of songs that form an algorithm for the dissolution of all that exists, my commentary will deploy interpretation impossibly, to hasten the happening of what it seeks to understand: frashokereti, apocatastasis, mahapralaya . . .

Black metal frequently claims for itself some kind of radically final agency, a production or bringing about of an ultimate end, however perfectly or imperfectly that end is defined. At the same time black metal takes habitation in its own futility and refuses the possibility of a vital or telic relation to the ultimate end, which by definition absolutely exceeds instrumentality. Black metal is progressively anti-instrumental and anti-prophetically apocalyptic. Its end is nigh, yet its relation to this end, rather than opening the space of the epochal present or Now, is itself a nothing or void. The home of anti-cosmic black metal is a dwelling without earth, the nomadic place of pure cave that is paradoxically found by burrowing into specific sites as unhomes. In other words, the space of anti-cosmic black metal is the temporal form of the inverse of Aristotle’s definition of place as a non-portable vessel. The time of black metal is a portable non-vessel. Summoning the inevitable and banishing its own summoning, anti-cosmic black metal enjoys within the secrecy of subtle unlocatable enclosures the profound pleasure of unconfessable relations to what exceeds relation. Anti-cosmic black metal is a minimalist high-powered specular hermeneutic microscope wherein the totality of the universe finally becomes barely visible, seeable for what it really is: an infinitesimal anchorite.

But is this true? Does is it work? Is anti-cosmic black metal actually achieving its impossible end? My commentary is a document preventing every answer to these questions except yes, the supplemental charter of the ultimate end, a death-certificate at once heralding, authenticating, and actualizing the dissolution of all. Employing the power of commentary to fatally scatter and disrupt the proper functioning of texts, I aim to exegetically evacuate black metal’s tomb, to perform an evaporative emptying of its every remnant and remainder. For anti-cosmic black metal is indeed impeded and handicapped, theoretically and practically, by many telic flaws, above all its relation to the end as something, and even worse, something that contains the possibility of its own pathetic continuation (chaos). This misbehavior cries out for schooling, demands a corrective beating by the fact that nothing is part of everything and when everything disappears so does nothing. Opening black metal to the reality of its most totalizing intuitions and desires, “Anti-Cosmosis” will exalt and educate its anti-cosmic dimension, anoint it with itself in a mysterious way that will elevate its virtue, transforming it from an adjectival vestibule into an absolutely exteriorized inner sanctum. Producing non-existence, “Anti-Cosmosis” will feed its reader an endlessly iterable recipe for unspeakable exposure to the immanence of what remains when everything is taken away.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Getting to Know the Counterfeited Churl


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Thursday, March 26, 2009

Severed Thoughts on Severed Ways


Critics generally approach their objects as something to be measured against its (apparent/presumed) intentions and the possibility for those intentions to connect with or mirror those of some community or intended audience, or more crudely, against the critics own hypothetical intentions for it, what they want it to be. This can be called an athletic model of the object, according to which its nature gets articulated as quality, as good or bad performance of its own potentiality. But this also imposes a terribly restricted notion of potentiality on an object, potentiality as only what is visible looking through the backwards telescope of some notion of result. This is lame. We may 'have to live' with results, like everything else, but results do not belong to their supposed agents, nor need we belong to them. Results result only as the acts of other agents. Result fetishism is the twin of capital as dead labor. Cf. Graham Harman on Latour and occasionalism, the lecture I intuitively gravitated to the morning after seeing Severed Ways. And isn't that the ultimate occasionalism, gravity, a rudimentary form of love and impossible mediumless contact between objects? And isn't that why it is called heavy metal?

(Black) Metal says: fuck results, and if you live for results, fuck you (skip to seventh minute). "Black metal," as Scott Wilson decodes it, "is not a form of music nor simply an unholy racket, but an amusic that precipitates a trajectory of joyful, singular dissonance in (non)relation to the conformity of the age." The parenthesis are essential; it is a relational non-relation and non-relating relation. Or as I wrote elsewhere: "Wrestling with and against its own indication, in love with the sign as its fiercest enemy, metallic deixis is a noisy semiotic struggle to make itself what it points to. Before all signification or making of points, before all themes and purposes, metal indicates via the negativity of the unknown sign that it is indicating, that it is happening as indication. Indeed, metal utilizes significative forms (music, words) and digests whole discourses expressly for this purpose, neither to express nor not to express things with them, but to make and indicate the making of the sonic fact of their expression into a significance preceding and exceeding all they could express. From this perspective, metal’s conceptual commitment to negative themes (death, apocalypse, void, etc.) is an absolute aesthetic necessity, ensuring that insofar as metal does signify beyond itself, that this beyond only expose metal’s own inexplicability as significative event. Facticity emerges, is made present through metallic deixis the way it usually does, through suspension of the what, a suspension which belongs more generally to the experience of wonder, where not knowing what a thing is leaves us caught, fixed before the fact that it is. In this, metal bears an important relation to the avant-garde sublime, as explicated by Lyotard in relation to painting: "The paint, the picture as occurrence or event, is not expressible, and it is to this that it has to witness. . . . The avant-gardist attempt inscribes the occurrence of a sensory now as what cannot be presented and which remains to be presented in the decline of ‘great’ representational painting." But what distinguishes metal within this relation is that metal achieves its sensory self-inscription not by standing apart from representational tradition (a move more proper to the avant-garde as such) but by wholly investing in it, by locating itself as a beyond within representation, within musical and linguistic form. Metal achieves itself as such a beyond not simply by simultaneously signifying and not signifying (a domain more proper to conceptual and ironic art), but more ‘naïvely’ and desperately by signifying through the very refusal to signify. Noisiness constitutes this refusal as sound’s return from significance back towards itself."

In a final gesture that almost recognizes something like this, Manohla Dargis in the times review says, "“It is a delicious thing to write,” Flaubert rejoiced, “no longer to be oneself, but to circulate in the whole creation one speaks of.” If nothing else, Mr. Stone, from his tangled hair to dirty feet, has taken himself and his story into the beyond — way, way beyond [last three words unfortunately doubling as a bourgeois wink, introducing the idea of an ironic success, something to be enjoyed as B-grade, preemptive nostalgia, the 'safe' way of enjoying what you dont know how to]." But much more precise than Flaubert on this being taken away is Madrid's Wormed, whose concept exposes a metal trajectory much truer to this film, where one is no longer and yet still uncannily oneself, precisely not circulating in the whole creation but encased within it as within the digestive system of as an impossibly large body: "WORMED is a mental state in which the human being dwells inside this immense universe, like a small ‘worm’ inside an ‘intestine,’ (the Universe). And how he feels when realizes that he cannot get outside of it. The necessity of crossing to beyond, something as being caught in a pre-dimension. It isn’t anything material, it is simply a way of naming a deep human emotion, we call this feeling WORMED." This of course makes the perfect marginalia for the defecation scene (Wescott's excess realism), a moment which works according to the dissonance between the amount of food the characters were eating and its material evidence for the actors' more generous diets, i.e. the opposite of the actors in Herzog's Rescue Dawn. Which is exactly not excessive but what Scott Wilson calles x-essence (See Great Satan's Rage). In other words, the shitting scene produces the logical essence of the film: the living humans are WORMED within their roles the way the vikings in the story are WORMED within their world. And note the perfect Aesopian back look in this scene: why does a man look at his own poop? . . . stupid questions get stupid answers. What does someone look back to the norse discovery of america as (acoustic) black metal? . . .

Severed Ways is precisely about what does not result, what has no issue, as driven home in the final dying scene, in which the snow-submerged face of the dead norseman becomes the final text: "The Norse Discovery of America." And it is metal because it is not interpretively intelligible as result. The possibility of such ateleology is interestingly communicated in the several reviews I have read which acknowledge a space outside of their critical judgement, for fans, etc (which itself is funny contradiction, the reading/promoting of the film as metal, despite the general lack. This is an object towards which criticism is impotent, with which it has nothing to do, with which it experiences its own 'dissonance in (non)relation . . ." Severed Ways 'succeeds' via obliviousness to 'failure', by belonging to its own impossibility of being a critcal object.

If I knew what I was talking about, I would say that Severed Ways beats Matthew Barney at his own game without playing it.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Still Beyond the Sphere (in cahoots with Anna K.)

Quand’ elli é giunto lá dove disira

NO ARRIVAL (but this one), NO LOVE (but this one). The when of the sigh’s arriving is the place of desire’s Dasein, the there of its being at issue for itself. Who arrives where desire goes? Who follows it ? Only you, the one who never had and who is desire, only the flowing thing that is barely you. Whence the story of the musk deer finally finding what it wants only when arriving at itself as its source.[i] There is the real fragrance, the sweet self-presence of the perfectly dying, the odor sanctitatis of the ultimate philoputrefaction or consummate nuptial complicity with anonymous materials.[ii] The place where desire wants to be is the there where love already is: “Ego tanquam centrum circuli . . . tu autem non sic.”[iii] But this there is the very here of desire, where it takes place, i.e. in the unity of the double meaning of dove disira. This guinto, the becoming endless of the identity between desire’s to and desire’s from, is love. Ergo love’s intelligibility only as eccentricity, as the heart’s being where you are not: “Where your treasure is, there is your heart also” (Matt 6:21). Here the lover lives, in the utopia of the infinite sphere (see Empedocles et al.), forever translating (opus suspirii) the no-where of the circumference into the center’s now-here.[iv] Love’s irresistible gravity, drawing things towards each other via invisible curvatures, is the always-arriving flow of this eccentricity: “l’amor che move il sole e l’altre stele” (Paradiso 33.145). Nota Bene: in the non-finality of their innumerable multiplicity, the other stars have the final word. Being-in-love is belonging to what flows beyond, possessing one’s possession by the unpossessable: “there is indeed a belonging to the rivers . . . It is precisely that which tears onward more surely in the rivers’ own path that tears human beings out of the habitual midst of their lives, so that they may be in a center outside of themselves, that is, be excentric. The prelude to inhering in the excentric midst of human existence, this ‘centric’ and ‘central’ abode in the excentric, is love.”[v] Cf. Joy Division’s “Love will . . .”



[i] “Once, while roaming about and frolicking among hills and dales, the Kasturi-mriga [deer whose navel yields musk] was suddenly aware of an exquisitely beautiful scent, the like of which it had never known. The scent stirred the inner depths of its soul so profoundly that it determined to find its source. So keen was its longing that notwithstanding the severity of cold or the intensity of scorching heat, by day as well as by night, it carried on its desperate search for the source of the sweet scent. It knew no fear or hesitation but undaunted went on its elusive search until, at last, happening to lose its foothold on a cliff, it had a precipitous fall resulting in a fatal injury. While breathing its last the deer found that the scent which had ravished its heart and inspired all these efforts came from its own navel. This last moment of the deer’s life was its happiest, and there was on its face inexpressible peace” (Meher Baba, Discourses, 6th ed., 3 vols. [San Francisco: Sufism Reoriented, 1967], 2.193).

[ii] The “unfolding of the cosmic time’s pure contingency through life and by life is expressed by decay as a dysteleologic process. In this sense, life is the medium for the incommensurable tensions between the contingencies of the cosmic time. And decay is the expression of these incommensurable tensions or contingencies along the infinite involutions of space—a complicity between time’s subtractive enmity to belonging and the enthusiasm of the space for dissolution of any ground for individuation, a participation between the cosmic time’s pure contingency and the infinite involutions of space from whose traps nothing can escape” (“Memento Tabere: Reflections on Time and Putrefaction,” <http://blog.urbanomic.com/cyclon/archives/2009/03/memento_tabi_re.html>). Note that this commentary participaties in this process: “It is no accident that hidden writings are associated with collective authors . . . One of the initial symptoms of inauthenticity that Hidden Writing produces is positive disintegration . . . Inauthenticity operates as complicity with anonymous materials” (Reza Negarestani, Cyclonopedia: Complicity with Anonymous Materials [Melbourne: re.press, 2008], 62).

[iii] Dante Alighieri, Vita Nuova, 64-5. [I am like the center of circle, to which all points of the circumference bear the same relation; you, however, are not]

[iv] “Utopia does not split off from infinite movement: etymologically it stands for absolute deterritorialization but always at the critical point at which it is connected with the present relative milieu, and especially with the forces stifled by this milieu. Erewhon, the word used by Samuel Butler, refers not only to no-where but also to now-here” (Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari, What is Philosophy?, trans. Hugh Tomlinson and Graham Burchell [New York: Columbia University Press, 1994], 99–100).

[v] Martin Heidegger, Hölderlin’s Hymn “The Ister”, trans. William McNeill and Julia Davis (Bloomington: Indiana University Press, 1996), 28.

Philoputrefaction

Click the "corpse."

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Opening Aesop

As I will read him, Aesop exemplifies the place of intersection between labor, language, and laughter as the human itself. The Aesopian human is an earthy, contingent creature preeminently in touch with the question of its own nature and the nature of things, a being who lives among its evolutionary neighbors most freely in the indeterminate situation, also known as the Open, where the places of both (human and thing) are always in question. As Agamben writes,

Things are not outside us, in measurable external space, like neutral objects (ob-jecta) of use and exchange; rather, they open to us the original place solely from which the experience of measurable external space becomes possible. They are therefore held and comprehended from the outset in the topos outopos (placeless place, no-place place) in which our experience of being-in-the-world is situated. The question “where is the thing?” is inseparable from the question “where is the human?” Like the fetish, like the toy, things are not properly anywhere, because their place is found on this side of objects and beyond the human in a zone that is no longer objective or subjective, neither personal nor impersonal, neither material nor immaterial, but where we find ourselves suddenly facing these apparently so simple unknowns: the human, the thing.[i]

So it is here in “this ‘third area’ [whose inevitable phenomenal identity with Paul’s ‘third heaven’ I insist upon] that a science of man truly freed of every eighteenth-century prejudice [i.e. a proper humanism] should focus its study.”[ii] As citizen of this non-territorializable place, the present utopia of humanism’s homesickness, the Aesop I am following points the way to an apophatic humanism, a humanism of unknowing, one grounded in the passion of the question as the substance of human being. In other words, the passion of questioning, what Heidegger’s calls “the open resoluteness to be able to stand in the openness of beings,” is not an adjunct to experience, not something happening alongside our being, but is the very mode of the experience of experience itself, the movement that reveals being-in-the-world as radically interrogative, rooted in questioning:[iii]

[T]he openness essential to experience is precisely the openness of being either this or that. It has the structure of a question. And just as the dialectical negativity of experience culminates in the idea of being perfectly experienced—i.e. being aware of our finitude and limitedness—so also the logical form of the question and the negativity that is part of it culminate in a radical negativity: the knowledge of not knowing.[iv]

A human being does not simply have questions, but experiences questioning as its essence, is itself only by existing through the question of itself, as communicated in Augustine’s famous auto-dialectical self-realization, “quaestio mihi factus sum” [I am become a question to myself], a statement that is meaningless if read as some kind of metaphor.[v] Nor is it necessary to restrict such a radical ontology of the question to the biologically human. However much unknowing, as manifested in both internal experience and external production of its intensities (e.g. aporia and invention), may seem specifically and exclusively human, this faculty not only logically demands, but is itself evidence for the possibility that all entities are human or potentially human in this way. In other words, a real radical ontology of the question (question as the very potentiality or placeless place or event-space of being), one that follows questioning behind the discursive into more fundamental and original regions of being, into the too-present place where all experience is “whether in the body or out of the body, I do not know,” must by its very nature stay open to its own utmost primordial possibility, namely, that the cosmos and its evolution of questioning beings is itself the ongoing production of a question.[vi] At minimum, unknowing is, as Jean-Luc Marion has argued, the sine qua non of any ethical humanism, the privilege of the human as precisely what preserves the human from itself, what impossibilizes its reification and ideological reduction to an ism.[vii] Yet this ethical function of unknowing is itself unthinkable, except in a superficial utilitarian sense, without the inevitability of the transhuman, without our fundamental exposure to what is other than human, to the animal/divine. Perhaps this why Aesop’s fables use talking animals to teach humans “to be humble and for to vse words.”[viii] Perhaps this is why they (re)initiate us into the quotidian panpsychist atmosphere where all things question and answer each other: “And whanne the wynd sawe the potte he demaunded of hym/ who arte thow/ And the pot ansuerd to hym/ I am a potte” (191).

[i] Agamben, Stanzas, 59.

[ii] Giorgio Agamben, Stanzas, 59

[iii] Martin Heidegger, Introduction to Metaphysics, tr. Gregory Fried and Richard Polt (New Haven: Yale University Press, 2000), 23.

[iv] Hans-Georg Gadamer, Truth and Method, tr. Joel Weinsheimer and Donald G. Marshall. 2nd ed. (New York: Continuum, 1994), 362.

[v] Augustine, Confessions, Loeb Classical Library (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1951), 10.33. In other words, I am an “I” only insofar as I am a self-questioning being, an event shot-through with who am I?, something that actually is a question to itself. Or as glossed by Jean-Luc Marion, “I experience myself insofar as I discover myself to be unintelligible to myself” (“Mihi magna quaestio factus sum: The Privilege of Unknowing, The Journal of Religion 85 (2005): 5). Questioning’s ontological depth is revealed less abstractly in the practical necessity for the experience of the question, their irreducibility to concepts. “Questions are as they are actually asked, and this is the only way in which they are” (Martin Heidegger, Introduction to Metaphysics, 21).

[vi] In proportional way, David Skrbina explains how modern theories of mind need to become conscious of what they do not know, so as to clarify their own exposure to the panpsychism: “Nearly all present-day philosophers of mind are emergentists, who assume that mind emerged at some point in evolution. Usually, however, they do not address the question of how such emergence is conceivable, and they do not acknowledge that one need not assume this. . . . Most commonly one finds a mushy middle ground in which philosophers fail to clearly articulate their views one way or the other. They seem to know that a clear and comprehensible theory of emergence is extremely problematic, but they cannot bring themselves to adopt the only viable alternative” (Panpsychism in the West [Cambridge: MIT Press, 2005], 7).

[vii] “The weakness of humanism’s claim consists in dogmatically imagining not only that man can hold himself up as his own measure and end (so that man is enough for man), but above all that he can do this because he comprehends what man is, when on the contrary nothing threatens man more than any such alleged comprehension of his humanity” (Jean-Luc Marion, “Mihi magna quaestio factus sum: The Privilege of Unknowing,” 17).

[viii] Caxton’s Aesop, ed. R.T. Lenaghan (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1967), 74.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Excerpt: Local Humanism

Here thinking becomes and belongs to the world, to the diurnal event of being where deferral is impossible. The coming humanism, the humanistic avenir for which I am happy to labor, is not a new program or implementable theory of the human and its eponymous disciplines. Rather, it is an entering into a more and more honest, anarchic, and spontaneous experience of this already present existential place via the ongoing renunciation and forgetting of three false values through which discourse pretends to transcend these powers: bourgeois-elitist attitudes toward the liberal arts (discourse ≠ labor); intellectualist conflation of knowledge and language (discourse = truth); and scholarly gravitas (discourse ≠ laughter). Unknowing is the antidote to these pretensions in the sense of being the always present place or indispensible vessel for the possession of true values, that is, values as immanent to things themselves—a relation that is elaborated, for instance, in David William’s beautiful exploration of the medieval poetics of monstrosity as a deformed discourse that apophatically kept open the “question of the adequacy of the intellectual concept of the thing in relation to its ontological reality,” a “symbolic language that . . . expressed the inadequacy of human cognition in containing the limitlessness of the real.”[1] The coming humanism is an anarchic apophatic mysticism of the human, a monstrous hermeneutic movement that utopically realizes the place of its practice and thus the larger life into which it is thrown as a third heaven on par with the one into which Paul is ravished (raptus, harpazo), “whether in the body or out of the body, I do not know” (1 Cor. 12.2). It is the discourse that creatively negates the ideology of the human, realizes the human without the ism: “We are the heretics, apostates, false messiahs, deserters, non-believers, and nihilists, who immediately realise life outside the law on the body of the earth.”[2] For it is not only “apophatic texts [that] have suffered in a particularly acute manner from the urge to paraphrase the meaning in non-apophatic language or to fill in the open referent.”[3] Without unknowing, reality itself shuts down.[4]

[1] David Williams, Deformed Discourse: The Function of the Monster in Mediaeval Thought and Literature (Montreal & Kingston: McGill-Queen’s University Press, 1996), 5-6.

[2] Benjamin Noys, “Anarchy-Without-Anarchim”

[3] Michael Sells, Mystical Languages of Unsaying (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1994), 4.

[4] And not simply in some vague phenomenological sense: “The lack of certainty is not the weakness of scientific thinking, but rather its strength. . . . Reality continues to appear to us other than we had thought. And in the evolution of our love story with it lies the growth of our knowledge” (Carlo Rovelli, “Anaximander’s Legacy,” Collapse 5 (2009): 69-70.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Decapitated, Or Not

Non potest hoc corpus decollari: Beheading and the Impossible

(for an upcoming volume edited by Larissa Tracy and Jeff Massey)

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

The Severing Does Not Stop




Hovering somewhere between being an object of unachievable murderous desire and the subject of a confused opinion about miraculous resurrection, the fact of John’s beheading is real precisely through an inability to appear so. The what of John’s beheading is absent, the substance of his passion imprisoned, occluded by the presence of its that, the post-mortem circulation of his head: “And he beheaded him in the prison and brought his head in a dish: and gave it to the damsel, and the damsel gave it to her mother” (Mark 6:28).

Accordingly, the prophet’s head phenomenally anticipates another palpable impossibility that it was later interpreted as figuring, the transubstantiated Eucharist (on a paten, diskos): “Caput johannis in disco: signat corpus Christi: quo pascimur in sancto altari” [The head of John on a dish signifies the body of Christ by which we are fed at the holy altar].[i] Like the Host, impossibly transformed from bread into Christ’s body, John’s severed head becomes a comparable sacred presence precisely through its simultaneously no longer being and yet phenomenally remaining wholly what it is, i.e. his head. The logic of this equation is perfectly unconcealed in Byzantine representations of John (reintegrated with haloed, perfected head) presenting his own severed head on a paten, paralleling the more common image of John presenting the lamb of God within a paten/nimbus, the analogue of his “Ecce agnus Dei . . .” (John 1.:29) respoken during the eucharistic rite.[ii] Like the dish that it inherently transforms into nimbus without alteration, only by being placed on it, John’s head becomes itself by aesthetically staying and being ontologically emptied of what it is, that is, by becoming a severed head, a head without soul that is nevertheless and irreplaceably his, and more abstractly, by being something it cannot be, the individuated self-negation of itself.[iii] This conceptual structure is related to the more general tendency within the iconography of beheading for impossible capital doublings that work to expose decollation’s impossible self-negating logic: haloed headless bodies holding unhaoled heads, unhaloed headless bodies holding haloed heads, haloed headed bodies holding unhaloed heads, and haloed headed bodies holding haloed heads.

The figural equation of John’s head with the Eucharist, grounded in the conceptual medium of the disc, leads us to discern more clearly the presence-producing, deeply factical aesthetics of beheading, the strong sense in which seeing the severed head is seeing that someone is beheaded, a that which occupies a special phenomenal durability or ontic aura through the intimate identification between person and head, as if the severed head itself emanates the psychic immanence of the beheaded person, endlessly bleeding an atmosphere of what it is. “L’horrible tête flamboie, saignant toujours” [the horrible head flames, bleeding constantly], writes Huysmans on Gustave Moreau’s representation of the Baptist’s head in The Apparation.[iv] [thank you Valter for this reference!] So the disc is definable as the materialization of this very that, the enframing form that poetically constitutes the invisible property of individuated actuality, i.e. haecceitas or thisness. Each and every thing is of course present to us in this sense, in disco as it were—that is what it means to see a thing, to be before what is placed and displayed in thingness—but beheading produces or brings into presence the more extreme thingness of a being, the thingy presence of what is not a “thing” at all. The severed head is a fatally displayable object especially proper to that ontological seeing whereby what something is withdraws without diminishment into the fact that it is, into actuality, as exemplified by the similarly extreme example of eucharistic presence, in which the fact that the Host is the body of Christ completely overtakes its breadiness in a manner that not only does not displace but actually perfects it, permitting the paradoxical experience of seeing and tasting God via purely aesthetic, free-floating breadiness. According to Aquinas, this happens as a disjunctive simultaneity of intellectual and corporeal seeing. The intellect or spiritual eye (oculus spiritualis), “cuius obiectum est quod quid est” [whose object is what a thing is], sees the divine substance while the corporeal sees the bready accidents which miraculously “in hoc sacramento manent sine subiecto” [remain in this sacrament without a subject].[v] It is the simultaneity and interplay of these two kinds of seeing that constitute more generally the experience of presence as a witnessing of being. More specifically, the eucharistic doctrine demonstrates the withdrawal of what something is as the ground for the emergence of its actuality. The miraculously remaining subjectless accidents are not peripheral to eucharistic presence but the very means, indeed the miracle proper, the impossible unmaking, whereby seeing the Host is not simply seeing the body of Christ, but seeing that it is the body of Christ, and therefore witnessing that God is or being in the presence of God, which is the content of real presence as a fulfillment of the original deixis of the ritual, “This is my body” (Matt 26.26). In other words, subjectless accidents (breadless breadiness) are the means of divine presence precisely because they signify the absence of substance (bread) and as such provide a place for spiritually omnipresent divine being. In a wholly proportional way, the severed head is a supreme subjectless accident that opens both toward recognition of the decapitated person as immanent transcendent substance, that is, as person in the saintly sense, the universally individuated being who is at once there in the highest divine beyond and here with their body, and toward the opposite twin experience of the decapitated person as radical, omnipresent absence, as a substance that is precisely both nowhere and entirely there, wholly reduced to its objective material remnant.[vi] The heretical experience of the Eucharist is thus analogous to the orthodox experience of the traitor’s severed head, the political heretic. Rather than somehow still containing the person who inhabited it, the severed head holds their instensest and most intimate absence, an absence that is always already filled with the impossible, ongoing fact of their beheading, expressible as the unspeakable conjunction of two statements: 1) the person is beheaded, this is their head, therefore they are; and 2) the person is beheaded, this is their head, therefore they are not. Such shimmering, dialetheic facticity belongs to the severed head in a special degree, more perfectly than to the corpse, because of the way beheading inherently allegorizes or plays back into itself the separative movement of death, its removal of one of the living from the living, as its very form and cause: severing. Grounded in the inevitable and impossible identification of human person and head, beheading is the living allegory or self-symbol of death itself, the sheerest aesthetic spectacle of its unthinkability and therefore a natural space for the living experience of death’s utmost possibilities. The figural identification of John’s head with God’s body thus suggests the necessity for a deeper phenomenal understanding of the relation between decapitation and the martyr’s crown, between the beheaded human and the unbeadable body of God, and ultimately, between losing one’s head and the perfection indicated by the halo, beautifully traced by Agamben (following Aquinas) as the potentiality at the end of possibility: “One can think of the halo . . . as a zone in which possibility and reality, potentiality and actuality, become indistinguishable. The being that has reached its end, that has consumed all of its possibilities thus receives as a gift [in dote] a supplemental possibility. . . . Its beatitude is that of a potentiality that comes only after the act, of matter that does not remain beneath the form, but surrounds it with a halo [la circonda e l’aureola].”[vii]

[i] Breviarum ad usum insignis Eccelsie Eboracensis, ed. S.W. Lawley, 2 vols. (Durham: Andrews & Co., 1880-3), “In festo decollationis sancti johannis baptiste,” Lectio v, 2.817. This and other meanings of the Baptist’s head are surveyed in Janes, Losing Our Heads, 97-138.

[ii] For an example, see see A.A. Barb, “The Round Table and the Holy Grail,” Journal of the Warburg and Courtald Institutes 19 (1956), fig. 9e.

[iii] On the Baptist’s head-dish as paten and the possible intersection of both with the halo, see Barb, “The Round Table and the Holy Grail,” 46-7.

[iv] Joris Karl-Huysmans, A rebours (Paris: Bibliothèque-Charpeniter, 1955), 89.

[v] Thomas Aquinas, Summa Theologica, Opera Omnia, ed. Roberto Busa (Stuttgart-Bad Cannstatt: Frommann-Holzboog, 1980), III.76.7, III.77.1.

[vi] Cf. Peter Brown’s commentary on a devotional moment from the Miracula sancti Stephani (PL 41: 847), which also silently suggests a more precise relation between the experience of such presence and having a head: “‘and she, taking the Kingdom of Heaven by storm, pushed her head inside and laid it on the holy relics resting there, drenching them with her tears.’ The carefully maintained tension between distance and proximity ensured one thing: praesentia, the physical presence of the holy . . . [T]he praesentia on which such heady enthusiasm focused was the presence of an invisible person” (The Cult of the Saints: Its Rise and Function in Latin Christianity (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1981), 88.

[vii] Giorgio Agamben, The Coming Community, trans. Michael Hardt (Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 2005), 54. Original cited from La communità che viene (Torino: Bollati Boringhieri, 2001). Agamben is following Aquinas’s understanding of the halo as a surplus to perfection, something that adds to it by adding nothing: “beatitudo includit in se omnia bona quae sunt necessaria ad perfectam hominis vitam, quae consistit in perfecta hominis operatione; sed quaedam possunt superaddi non quasi necessaria ad perfectam operationem, ut sine quibus esse non possit, sed quia his additis est beatitudo clarior” (Scriptum super Sententiis, 4.49.5, Opera Omnia).

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Image Quote Comment

“So fully was the possibility of such an occurrence accepted in Caria, that one of that country was actually brought to trial under the following circumstances. The priest of Zeus Hoplosmios had been murdered; but as yet it had not been ascertained who was the assassin; when certain persons asserted that they had heard the murdered man’s head, which had been severed from the body, repeat several times the words, ‘Cercidas slew man on man.’ . . . But it is impossible that any one should utter a word when the windpipe is severed and no motion any longer derived from the lung. Moreover, among the Barbarians, where heads are chopped off with great rapidity, nothing of the kind has ever yet occurred” (Aristotle, De partibus animalium, trans. William Ogle, vol. 5 of The Works of Aristotle, eds. J.A. Smith and W.D. Ross [Oxford: Clarendon, 1912], 3.10). Aristotle’s reasoning situates the motif in a conflict between empirical possibility and desire for inaccessible knowledge. It silences the severed talking head by drowning the testimony of those who claim to hear it in the silence of those who sever heads.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Sprouting a New Head

When thou seest in the pathway a severed head . . .

Ask of it, ask of it the secrets of the heart.[i]

I enter into a dead end. There all possibilities are exhausted; the “possible” slips away and the impossible prevails. To face the impossible—exorbitant, indubitable—when nothing is possible any longer is in my eyes to have an experience of the divine: it is analogous to a torment.[ii]

The executioner’s argument was that you couldn’t cut off a head unless there was a body to cut it off from; that he had never had to do such a thing before, and he wasn’t going to begin at his time of life. The King’s argument was that anything that had a head could be beheaded, and that you weren’t to talk nonsense. The Queen’s argument was that if something wasn’t done about it in less than no time, she’d have everybody executed, all round.[iii]

Beheading is impossible. The desire of this paper is to see what this means, namely, to understand the truth of saying so despite the fact, or more precisely through the fact, that beheading not only happens all the time, but constitutes a kind of happening that appears to continue happening, a phenomenon whose aesthetic structure, via its extreme and perfect finality, is ordered toward the perpetual. To say this, beheading is impossible, is to talk with the beheaded, to speak like a severed head, with words for which one has no voice. It means trying to say about beheading what is impossible to say, what only the severed head could say and does say in some secret way to the heads who see it. In other words, I will approach the significance of beheading as the attempt to speak beheading, to voice what beheading is in its intensest actuality, from the impossible, real, and thus inevitable perspective of the beheaded. To say beheading is impossible is not only to speak poetically, to use language in an attempt to traverse language’s distance from its object and turn language itself into a possession of it. It is not only a witty way of saying what the severed head, as the abstraction of all the individual heads that have been, are being, and will be severed, says in whatever words do or not make it through its mouth, namely, I am beheaded, therefore I am not (or something like that). To say beheading is impossible is also to assert, more practically and prosaically, that the significance of beheading in whatever form and context is fundamentally attached to the experience of having a head, an experience that is itself impossible . . .



[i] Jalal al-Din Rumi, Selected Poems from the Divani Shamzi Tabriz, trans. Reynold A. Nicholson (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1977), II.5-7.

[ii] Georges Bataille, Inner Experience, trans. Leslie Anne Boldt (Albany: State University of New York Press, 1988), 33.

[iii] Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass (New York: Grosset & Dunlap, 1931), 91.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Becoming Spice: Commentary as Geophilosophy

Pdf here.

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Apophatic Black Metal Divine

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Getting Back into the Sorrow of Being

The root of all pure joy and sadness is that the world is as it is.—Giorgio Agamben[i]

Not how the world is, is the mystical, but that it is.—Ludwig Wittgenstein[ii]

When I saw that his showing continued, I understood that it was shown for the sake of a great thing which was to come, a thing which God showed that he would do himself . . . But what this deed would be, that remained a mystery to me.—Julian of Norwich[iii]

Our concepts of sorrow seem universally related, in one way or another, to ideas of evil and privation. Sorrows of love, of loss, of pain, of disappointment, of conscience—all are barely thinkable without reference to some problematic object, the thing that one sorrows over, a negativity. This relation is clarified by Augustine’s definition of sorrow as counter-volition, as refusal: “cum . . . dissentimus ab eo quod nolentibus accidit, talis voluntas tristitia est” [sorrow is the will’s disagreement with something that happened against our will].[iv] But is there a form of sorrow that remains or emerges when all possible external objects of sorrow are taken away, when there is nothing left to sorrow over? In the context of the tradition of philosophical thought-experiments known as the “flying man” or “man in the void,” in which the reality of a rational incorporeal essence is logically demonstrated by imagining the self-awareness of a human being born fully developed into empty space, this would imply that the flying man (like a newborn?) would cry—something the thought-experimenters are not concerned with, i.e. how this floating being feels about being.[v] Or, in the comparable context of Descartes’s cogito, the reality of such sorrow would suggest the need for a qualifying extension to one of philosophy’s foundational phrases: I think, therefore I am, therefore I sorrow. The idea of such sorrow, a sorrow of being itself, appears at once obvious and absurd. Our existence simultaneously is and is not the greatest “something that happened against our will.” A pure sorrow, a perfect sorrow, a sorrow whose meaning is infinite?


[i] Giorgio Agamben, The Coming Community, trans. Michael Hardt (Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 1993), 90.

[ii] Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, tr. C.K. Ogden (Mineola, NY: Dover Publications, 1998), 6.44.

[iii] Julian of Norwich, Revelations of Divine Love, trans. Elizabeth Spearing (New York: Penguin, 1998), 91, my italics.

[iv] De civitate Dei, 14.6, ed. Bernard Dombart and Alphonse Kalb, 5th ed. (Stuttgart: Teubner, 1981).

[v] See Daniel Heller-Roazen, “Of Flying Creatures,” chapter 21 of The Inner Touch: Archaeology of a Sensation (New York: Zone: 2007) and Richard Sorabji, “Infallibility of Self-Knowledge: Cogito and Flying Man,” chapter 12 of Self: Ancient and Modern Insights about Individuality, Life, and Death (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2006).

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

A Pinch is All it Takes

" . . . now gentle gales / Fanning their odiferous wings dispense / Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole / Those balmy spoils” (Paradise Lost, 4.156-9). Just as the alar movement of these lines destroys the distinction between breeze and scent, so not only spice’s aroma but spice itself is what it is of. Spice is the substance of the topological filling of space, a fundamentally spherical phenomenon whose pluridimensionality defines it as the olfactory analogue to the ancient definition of God as a sphere whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

A Modicum of Spice

Commentary is geophilosophical in the sense of being a movement that produces the immanence of the earth both formally and actually. Formally, commentary makes of a text, its earth, an orbis, a round world, by bringing text into the space around it. A dwelling in and on the text, commentary accords with Heidegger’s explication of work as a dialectic of earth and world: “Upon the earth and in it, historical man grounds his dwelling in the world. In setting up a world, the work sets forth the earth. . . . The work moves the earth itself into the Open of a world and keeps it there. The work lets the earth be an earth.”[i] Commentary likewise does not break its text, but preserves its integrity, shaping itself to it even in the midst of digging through it interlinearly and dwarfing, dominating it circumferentially. Commentary lets the text be a text and furthermore brings it into the open as self-secluding in the sense of presenting itself, not as some transparent medium for seeing behind or underneath it, but as further text. As Gumbrecht explains: “What . . . hermeneutic topologies of the below and the behind share is a categorical—not to say dramatic—distinction between a level of primary perception and an always ‘hidden’ level of meaning and intentionality . . . In contrast, commentaries do not aim at a level ‘below,’ ‘behind,’ or even ‘beyond’ the textual surface, but commentators nevertheless do not see texts “from above” or from that famous ‘distance’ that we so readily associate with objectivity. We expect commentaries . . . rather to be ‘lateral’ in relation to their texts of reference, and we want commentators to position themselves in ‘contiguity’ not so much with an author but with the text in question. It is this contiguity between the commentator’s text and the text on which to comment that explains why the material form of the commentary depends on and has to adapt to the material form of the commented-on text.”[ii] Yet, it is absolutely necessary to add (else the essential dialectical relation between text and commentary might be lost), that commentary’s topological contiguity with its text does not delimit is interpretive, archaeological function, but rather institutes it as realized and to-be-realized in the text itself and our being before it. In other words, commentary is an immanent geo-graphy, an inscriptional earth-writing that continuously asserts by its very movement that its truth belongs here in the most palpable and factical sense, that it is written into the shared presence of reader and text, as the intersections between glossing and graffiti exemplify. So I will also say that commentary is actually geophilosophical, that it constitutes a structure of understanding and experience that opens world to earth. The telos of commentary, its far-off end, is tellus, what bears us. “Turn it and turn it again for everything is in it; and contemplate it and grow gray and old over it and stir not from it” (Aboth 5.22). What the Talmudic commentator here says of the Torah is sayable of the earth.



[i] Martin Heidegger, “The Origin of the Work of Art,” 46.

[ii] Hans Ulrich Gumbrect, The Powers of Philology, 43-44.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Desire desires only desire itself,

Desire desires only desire itself,
Not this or that, or you or me, only itself.

Little analogy, a slight allegory,
Talking of another and listening to itself.

Far above rabid trees and our viral worries
A singular trembling moon wholly hangs itself.

I am hungrier than hunger, than every else
That interposes me between me and itself.

Prophecy is no big deal, unless you forget
How everything is always forever itself.

Local tombs, drawn nearer by naming, testify
Precisely to what was never slightly itself.

Poetry is not poisonous, it is fatal,
A way for Nicola to speak speaking itself.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

In one moment (the only moment) of silence

In one moment (the only moment) of silence
Are dying all of my ideas about silence.

As sound beyond sound, beyond hearing, and beyond
Beyond is the densest openness of silence.

There is an endless loveliness in your eyes while
I am trying to say something about silence.

See the past, present, and future of all language
Created, preserved, and destroyed inside silence.

Speak your heart to me, dear one, whoever you are,
In these uncertain moments enclosed by silence.

Word-truth, our rarely achieved alchemy of sense,
Is a sound transmuting silence into silence.

Keep quiet Nicola, failure of what you know,
While we keep listening for answers in silence.

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Bataille, pale genius of the perverse, visits not

Bataille, pale genius of the perverse, visits not
In dreams, but in thought-pegasi, things that are not.

Earth: a sacred temple, godless and unbuilding,
Cooking consciousness into something it is not.

Happy-sad scholars exhale singularity,
This impossible, ordinary thing, or not.

Facticity is God, shouts tell-it-like-it-is,
Insisting on saying a thing saying cannot.

The profoundest temporariness of each thing
Is an unkissed kiss, sublime perfection and not.

Ancient stones also bathe daily in their own blood,
Bound by necessity to be what they are not.

The shock, the horror could not be greater, and still
Nicola finds breath, ecstasy where they are not.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Beyond the Sphere


Click here for the first two pages of a collaborative work in progress called "Beyond the Sphere: A Dialogic Commentary on the Ultimate Sonetto of Dante's Vita Nuova," by the awesome Anna Klosowska and myself.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Outcome

" . . . ninety-nine percent of human suffering is not necessary. Through obstinate ignorance people inflict suffering upon themselves and their fellowmen, and then, strangely enough, they ask, 'Why should we suffer?' Suffering is generally symbolised by scenes of war: devastated houses, broken and bleeding limbs, the agonies of torture and death; but war does not embody any special suffering. People really suffer all the time. They suffer because they are not satisfied--they want more and more. War is more an outcome of the universal suffering of dissatisfaction than an embodiment of representative suffering" (Discourses, II.170).

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Becoming Spice, paper abstract


“Becoming Spice: Commentary as Geophilosophy”

Nicola Masciandaro


First, the Phoenix, according to Lactantius, after immolating herself in a nest of spices and before returning to Paradise, “encloses in an ointment of balsam, and in myrrh and dissolved frankincense, all the remains of her own body, and the bones or ashes, and relics of herself [exuvias suas], and with pious mouth brings it into a round form [conglobat], and carrying this with her feet, she goes to the rising of the sun” (Carmen de ave phoenice, lines 118-21).

Item, in the Talmud it is written that “Scripture is as salt, the Mishna as pepper, and the Gemara as spice” (Masekhet Soferim, 15.2).

Item, Rabbi Hanina claimed that “were the Torah, God forbid, to be forgotten in Israel, I would restore it by means of my dialectical arguments [pilpuli, from pilpel, pepper].”

Item, “the Spacing Guild and its navigators, whom the spice has mutated over 4,000 years, use the orange spice gas, which gives them the ability to fold space, that is, travel to any part of universe without moving . . . He who controls the spice controls the universe” (David Lynch, Dune).

Item, “the O.C. [Orange Catholic] Bible and the Commentaries permeated the religious universe” (Frank Herbert, Dune).

Item, “everything swarms [fourmille] with commentaries” (Montaigne, Essays).

Item, “These souls are there bathed in the spices of Paradise, and behold all that is within their capacity to behold” (Zohar, 11.15.181).

Item, “opening their treasures, they offered him gifts, gold and frankincense and myrrh” (Mattthew 2:11) . . . “They took the body of Jesus, and bound it in linen cloths with the spices” (John 19:40).

Item, “Feeling intimately for the world is predicated upon a capacity to devour it. In eating the world, boundaries between subject and object are broken down and in another way rigidly maintained. In the poetics of spice, however, a utopian space is imaginable in which boundaries between subject and object evaporate, as they are not predicated on a dialectic of consumer and consumed” (Timothy Morton, The Poetics of Spice).

Item, “And I took the little scroll from the hand of the angel and ate it; it was sweet as honey in my mouth, but when I had eaten it my stomach was made bitter” (Revelation 10:10).

Item, “it behooves you to eat the book with Ezechiel, that the belly of your memory may be sweetened within, and thus as with the panther refreshed, to whose breath all beasts and cattle long to approach, the sweet savour of the spices it has eaten may shed a perfume without” (Richard de Bury, Philobiblon).

Item, “Item, be it known that spices pass through several hands in the islands of oriental India before they reach our country . . . Twelfthly, those who use the spices buy them of the retail dealers, and let the high customs duties profits be borne in mind which are levied twelve times upon the spices, the former amounting on each occasion to one pound out of every ten. From this it is to be understood that very great quantities must grow in the East and it need not be wondered that they are worth with us as much as gold” (Martin Behaim, beginning and end of spice island gloss from his copiously annotated terrestrial globe, made in 1492).


Travelling into the improbable beauty and truth of a deep intersection between the terms of this unfinished inventory, my paper will trade in spice as a figure-concept that holds the nature of commentary as geophilosophical practice, as the textual form of philosophy’s belonging to the earth.


(thanks to poetkiosk for pic)