Tuesday, May 9, 2023

The Ethics (Original Annotated Version)

 

The Ethics[1]

[2]

 

I can no longer be concerned with god.

If there is a point, it has long since faded

into the nothing of an[3] infinite violation

of boundary logic.  So I, unlike Spinoza,

conjure an ethics sans god. [4]  [5]  [6]

 

This ethics is a world of vapor,

a world of smoke, of arcane legerdemain

half hidden under a veil,

this ethics is a punch[7] [8] [9] in the head to dark purpose,

a deck of pornographic trading cards,

a blue hope,[10] [11]

that thing you forgot, remembered, forgot

again, then forgot you forgot.[12] [13] [14] [15] [16]

 

I scratch out an ethics in fine point against type,

a frail bulwark against onrushing words

like waves, words drifting[17] [18] [19] like ashy snow

that never melts, the snow falling

on the living and the dead, burying[20] ciphers

[empty] like[21] acorns forgotten by squirrels,

words torn loose and herded by green capital

into holding pens on vast[22] ranches deep in Texas,

words that accumulate to words

like capital accumulates to capital,[23]

with no regard to anything

beyond accumulation and attraction,[24] [25] [26] [27] [28]

with emptiness at the very core.[29] [30] [31]

 

It is the mission of this ethics to

  1. have no fear of emptiness at the core of words.[32]

 

It is the mission of this ethics

to kick words into forbidden trajectories

to split them like atoms

to create blinding white light.

 

It is the mission of this ethics

to liberate words from meaning,

but not meanings.

It is the mission of this ethics

to liberate meaning from capital,

from ranches of privilege and tradition.[33]

 

I am inadequate for the task,

but I am what is left.[34]

 

[35] [36]

 

the essence of things

that cracks open under the weight of a thousand questions

like daggers in the dark[37]-

bright blue day of confidence

turns out

to be a shadow of something else . . .

that something else is behind a screen,

and we’ve created the blue, or the screen,

or both

or everything

or[38] nothing

 

“There is a proof for that”

sez Spinoza

“and it goes like this[39]:

Jesus died for your sins;

but there are no sins,

no death,

and no Jesus.

There’s a red wheelbarrow,

and maybe Billie the Kid

but fuck that taxonomy, anyway

more or less depends on them

than you’ve been led to believe.[40] [41]”

 

I awake to a cold bright day

and understand that I am alone[42]

and what is left

is to breathe deep the air

and begin again,

always again[43]

There is another way,

there is always another way.[44]

 

*           *           *           *           *

 

Spinoza clears his throat:[45]

“What the masses learned to accept without reason

reason cannot refute.

And pretty baubles and grand gestures

trip the light and sell the rabble[46] [47]

while logic becomes dressed as witchcraft

and is danced

from fear

to shame,

and returns,

hollowed out,

as sham and excuse.[48]

My beautiful mathematics require commitment most find beyond the pale:

Fascists bully words to their own purpose,

while Capitalists simply purchase meaning.

The rest lack all vision.[49]

I sit here in the corpse-colored twilight,

tallow candle a-sputter,

and commit truth to the page

against all odds.”

 

 

 

 

 

(Spinoza doesn’t write poetry by the light of day.)

 

 

*          *           *          *          *

 

PART ONE[50]

 

“There are truths

and they are self-evident.”

 

Spinoza emerges into a cold dawn

candle extinguished, sheaves of parchment falling from his table,

drifting snow,

flesh snow[51]

“or, as they should be, at least.

Everything follows inexorably,[52] [53]

a calculus of the real,

a shape of what is.

Only fools question the otherwise,

for here is here.”

There is a wave and a shuffle

Spinoza turns his face to the cold sun.

“Your investments mean nothing to me.

Your lineage[54] means nothing to me.

Your rights, your culture,

that house of straw

that you defend with your dying breath?

It means nothing to me.

The essence of mankind

does not involve

the necessary existence of mankind;

this sun cares not that you caper below it.[55] [56]

You are, that’s all.” [57] [58]

Spinoza scrambles off,

rocks spraying from his feet,

then turns for a last salvo:

 

“The order of things

is the order of thought.

The mind is nothing not constituted by idea.

Idea is the thing,

idea is the flow

mind the machine

buckling down and locking in to the flow.[59]

 

The idea creates the mind

the mind delimits the idea

and its all connected,

virtually the same . . .

bodies in respect to bodies

machines in respect to machines

bodies assembled

and bodies inscrutable

machines and flows inextricable

from what wellspring?

to what ocean?”

 

He turned abruptly

to the stone path rising above him

and was gone in a clatter.[60]  [61]

 

*          *          *          *          *

 

A word can’t mean two things

it can mean one thing, then another

Or it can mean everything,

or the nothing at the core of everything.[62] [63]

 

 



[1] for Tony Woollard

[2] CONCERNING GOD – or not

[3] infinite

[4] effect

[5] knowledge

[6] nothing

[7] ignorant

[8] true causes

[9] confusion - think

[10] only truth

[11] external to the intellect

[12] If anyone now ask, by what sign shall he be able to distinguish different substances, let him

[13] show that

[14] the universe

[15] infinite

[16] would be sought in vain

[17] no cause or reason can be given

[18] which destroys

[19] existence

[20] absurd

[21] nature of

[22] God

[23] nothing which is in itself

[24] this is exactly

[25] the weapon

[26] aimed at us

[27] reality recoiled

[28] conclusion that extended substance must be finite, they will in good sooth be acting like a man who asserts that circles have the properties of squares, and, thereby finding himself landed in absurdities, proceeds to deny that circles have any center, from which all lines drawn to circumference are equal

[29] substance could be so divided that its parts

[30] admit of being destroyed

[31] as to leave no vacuum?

[32] God is free cause

[33] Conceive, if possible

[34] idea of God does not naturally follow

[35] as to him alone does existence appertain

[36] PROP. XXV.  God is the efficient cause not only of the existence of things, but also of their essence.

[37] everything

[38] intellect in function     finite      infinite     will

[39] PROP. XXXII. Will cannot be called a free cause, but only a necessary cause.

[40] eternity

[41] imperfection in God

[42] concerning created things

[43] truth

[44] I assume a starting point

[45] they only look for knowledge of the final causes of events

[46] anxious

[47] reduction, not to the impossible, but to ignorance

[48] such persons know that, with the removal of ignorance, the wonder which forms their only available means for approving and preserving their authority would vanish also.

[49] is things corrupt to the point of putridity, loathsome

[50] V.  We feel and perceive no particular things, save bodies and modes of thought

[51] power of God the free will

[52] knowledge of the cause

[53] effect

[54] things are said to exist

[55] PROP. XI.  The first element, which constitutes the actual being of the human mind, is the idea of some particular thing actually existing.

[56] modes of the attributes

[57] We thus comprehend, not only that the human mind is united to the body, but also the nature of the union between mind and body.

[58] nature of our body

[59] large superfices

[60] the human body is affected in a

[61] external body     presence

[62] one possible explanation

[63] I am very far from the truth

Monday, April 10, 2023

Work in Progress: Haiti Fragment

 1912

slave rebellion cannot be allowed, 

virus creeping up the keys


revolution-infection

James McDonald, railroad man:

“What Haiti needs is employment”


John Allen and Banque Nationale

Farnham and National City New York:

Send in the troops!


United Fruit Company: Occupy!

Sec. of State W J (Goldboy) Bryan:

Think of it! N*****s speaking French!


Farnham, white savior:

warlords running Saint-Domingue

constitute a certain form of slavery


no helping hand has been stretched

to the common person, no effort made

to improve their condition


the hand, of course,

being Adam Smith’s invisible appendage

clenched into the fist of the imperial


Wilson per Bryan: “the United States

cannot stand by and permit

revolutionary conditions to exist


We have not the authority

to do what we ought, but sometimes

we must take the bull by the horns


Thursday, February 24, 2022

Throwback Thursday, 2003 Edition: World As White Whale

 World As White Whale


(Enter Ahab: Then, all.)



Over Descartian vortices you hoover, drooling


 idiot child. ruler of the world

 what you "know" is unknowable

 while your ignorance consumes libraries


that sucking sound you hear

is the sound of your nation

being flushed straight to hell


"And perhaps,

at mid-day,

in the fairest of weather,

with one half-throttled shriek

you drop through the transparent air into the summer sea,

no more to rise forever."


and us with you


Saturday, December 4, 2021

Work In Progress: "Freeway of Stars"

 there is a freeway of stars

hidden just for us & whoever

we pack away in the back seat


but we miss the exit

like when maps tells us & we’re not ready

street signs obscured in the dark

street lights illuminate a question

and it’s not that we’re lost

it’s that we aren’t lost

we are where we are

escape is a dream

the map becomes the thing

we’ve lived, day after day

after fucking day


and the rainbow, and the stars

seems that they are not ours

and remain far, for us to see

but not to touch


*****************


there winds down between dark towers

twisting cobbles barely a footpath

into shadows, shadows

and out, through cluttered dimensions of nowhere

interstices and misaligned planes

rhizomatic networks snaking tendrils

through forgotten mouldering ruins


and emerge into splintered light

chaotic marketplace flowing

a flooded flotsam river


try to sink into shadows

you’ve been thrust there

your eyes half open

hands wrapping your head


but the river flows

through the choked streets

rushing flood crashing down into the valley


and you’re here with knives out

the sharp edge of idiot human chaos

Heraclitus’s river animated

a horror of bodies & avarice


***********************************


Saturday, May 22, 2021

Bible for the Lawn (Swimming to the Moon with Jesus v. 3)

 

Just a closer walk with thee

Grant me Jesus if you please . . .            

              

Backstroke, sidestroke, butterfly, crawl

Swimming to the moon with Jesus

Lawdy, don’t that just cure it all?

 

 

 

 

LET US PRAY

 

 

 

(blonde blue-eyed Germanic Jesus please hear my prayer):

 

“

The performative aspect of living in the love of god, like swimming to the moon on a gossamer tissue, like living in the USA, it’s hard. Swimming through a darkness enveloping, bleeding dry tears, What the fuck is anyone supposed to make of this? Germanic Jesus, can you fix this shit?

“

 

(sez Our Lord)

 

 “The moon is the big white everything way up in the sky. That much is clear. Darkness is what you swim through to get there. Consider the moon, consider the darkness. The moon is out there. The darkness is medium. Swimming is involved.

 

The moon crumbles away when called to answer on this level. The swimmer as self accumulates garbage like barnacles on a ship’s hull. Swimming is the process of dilution, the inverse of money accumulating money. White queens with cellphones dial 911 and cry THE CHILDREN, the fucking children

 

which maps like

            the moon – out there

            darkness – the medium

            swimming – process, debasement, death

            the swimmer – a sap

            the children – an imaginary nothing

The white queen conjures a moon from her speed dial, it’s as bullshit as any other moon, transcendence here, transcendence there. The rocks under your feet tell you that the road is a negotiation, that swimming is de-evolution.”[1]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AMEN

 

 

 

 

 



[1] It’s really pretty simple, when you get down to it: living for that thing out there, you are fucked. You are probably fucked anyway, but still. Turn the process to negotiation, that’s how the state runs. Name the price, define the terms. As if it is your price, as if they are your terms.

 

Point at the moon with your left hand. At your right, a symbol benighted with corrupt investiture (say, “the children”). One as imaginable and unobtainable as the other. The investiture of the white queen, fear, freezes time and invests empty and absurd symbols, creates her children. And we see the problem right away: death spawn. The shit is dead. The shit is death. The moon, the children, the transcendent ineffable frozen like a statue of Apollo, and dead, dead, dead. Dead as the dream of a crystal city on a hill, dead as the consolation of order by law, dead as founder’s intent, dead as white dreams of America that you have been sold like subway tokens to a better world, dead as a heaven that exists only in books.

 

Friday, May 21, 2021

RONA Fragment #4 v.2

time, day, what is that?

 

lie across

  the bed at angles

in states of undress

 

& listen

to noise

 

 

 on shuffle

 

 

 

Sun sketches the house next door

in glaring relief, so it’s day,

early-ish day:

a little later clouds will show up

to wash time

off the neighbor’s siding.

 

random.

meandering.

walks.

 

 

 

divide the infinitely divisible into chunks

 

 

indeterminate timelessness

 

pomegranate, tequila, and simple syrup

spell an endless parade of bourbon & sodas

in the kitchen washing a stray plate

 

a moment

sudden

 

crystallized

 

 

I become inexplicably emotional

& cry during a Bob Dylan song

I’ve heard passively for 40 years

 

the rage I have lived with since the age 16 feels now diffuse and unearned,

even if circumstances suggest the opposite

 

           

 

 

 

 

flit

 

 moment

 moment

 

incredible

& subjective

 

vision

           

 

 

            is this the world now?

            is it even different

            in any qualitative way?

 

 

Tuesday, March 2, 2021

Götterdämmerung

 The Third Reich played itself offstage

with Götterdämmerung Act 3,

Brünnhilde riding into the flames, 

Valhalla ablaze, fade into nothingness.


The American Reich responds

with the Benny Hill theme,

blood spattered everywhere

from the slaughtered 

black, brown, yellow, indigenous people.