05.13.06
gorgeous evasions
tune in
so hard
to true
the frequency
no need to
resort to
words
lack the stature
my enemy
may I borrow
your discourse
so hard
the hatred
in the face of
fallacy
of the absolute
my weakness
so hard
the precedent
to raise
or co-opt
from context
be robbed
in this
summitless
city
crumbling
patriot
act
not on
but in
your terms
my enemy
you have
injured me
witlessly
so let us
resound
05.12.06
The Mast-Head
"…but lulled into such an opium-like listlessness of vacant, unconscious reverie is this absent-minded youth by the blending cadence of waves with thoughts, that at last he loses his identity; takes the mystic ocean at his feet for the visible image of that deep, blue, bottomless soul, pervading mankind and nature; and ever strange, half-seen, gliding, beautiful thing that eludes him; every dimly-discovered, uprising fin of some undiscernible form, seems to him the embodiment of those elusive thoughts that only people the soul by continually flitting through it. In this enchanted mood, thy spirit ebbs away to whence it came; becomes diffused through time and space; like Cranmer's sprinkled Pantheistic ashes, forming at last a part of every shore the round globe over."
From Herman Melville, Moby-Dick, "The Mast-Head"
Doesn't the last sentence also make one think of the way the internet diffuses one spirit through time and space? I love this book, this quote.
about this blog
I have been a silent observer of blogs for the last year, and I mainly read the blogs that are listed in the blogosphere on the right. I've only met a few of the fellow bloggers, and I have not really engaged in any of their conversations. Not from lack of interest…I really don't know why. I guess I ultimately like to read, observe, and reflect on ideas.
This blog will be dedicated to ideas, but it makes no promises beyond that. The blog will be a sort of commonplace book to collect ideas that interest me, and my own oblique responses to those ideas. If you have somehow stumbled upon my blog, welcome. I'd love to hear from you.
05.11.06
planned obsolescence
the effort of the house
to withstand
pressures of seconds
wonder
how the dead
become our homes
tents in itinerant
landscape
From Foucault
"There is an optimism that consists in saying, 'in any case, it couldn't be any better.' My optimisim would consist rather in saying, 'So many things can be changed, being as fragile as they are, tied to more contingencies than to necessities, more to what is arbitrary than to what is rationally established, more to complex but transitory historical contingencies than to inevitable anthropological constants…' You know, to way that we are more recent than we thought is not a way of bringing the whole weight of our history down on our shoulders. Rather, it is to make available for the work taht we can do on ourselves the largest possible share of what is presented to us as inaccessible."
–From "So Is It Important to Think?", The Essential Foucault, Ed. Paul Rabinow and Nikolas Rose
