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September 5, 2022

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Perhaps you’d succeeded after all

September 4, 2022

“To be Chateaubriand or nothing” (Victor Hugo) but it is actually hard to be absolutely nothing other than that thing one most admires or aspires to be. (And yet to be not a father, nor a professional, nor a wealthy person, nor a man about town, nor a master of a trade, nor otherwise important, is thought by many to be essentially absolutely nothing — so perhaps one had succeeded after all)

Nekton (swimming) was the opposite of Plankton (drifting) while Neuston referred to waterbugs. (Plankton are considered “uncountable” and a mass noun, like information, which is why you don’t have plankta or planktons, same as why you don’t have informations). (Interesting, plankton comes from πλάζω “to wander, drift” while planet comes from πλανάω “to wander, stray” — could there be a connection?) (Wiktionary’s already thought of it, — and while it does seem likely, it says, no, a formal link has not yet been discovered.)

We already have that

September 2, 2022

Mischievous attendant, seeking to be provocative with regular customers, asked one of his “challenging questions” and received an answer he didn’t expect.

Provocative question was, why not ethnic nationalism? White people went to white churches and black people went to black ones, it was obvious people preferred their own kind, so why not have nations like that too, with black countries for black folks and Latin countries for Latin folks and so on — why not? what was the argument?

The attendant, that would-be provocateur, had a number of arguments against it, but right out of the gate one of the customers responded with a sort of obvious one he hadn’t thought of, which was — we already have that.

We already have that, the customer said. We have the black country, which is Africa, and the white country, which is Europe, and the yellow country (or whatever) which is Asia, and the Latin one, etc. and the best place of them all is this country right here, where it isn’t one race or the other, but is racially diverse.

Etymology of Capitalism

August 31, 2022

Looked up Samuel Coleridge. Had died in his early seventies. Had been prescribed laudanum first for chronic ill health…. I had meant just to check how old Coleridge had been when he died but am now reading the full biography, and now reading the poem Kubla Khan, and now looking up Mount Abora, which is mentioned in Kubla Khan, and which doesn’t appear to have been a real mountain, though there is one with a similar sounding name at the border of the Central African Republic and what is now South Sudan. (I guess I didn’t realize the C.A.R bordered South Sudan, which seems very far east to be “central.”) And now looking up spelling of koan. (You are incorrigible, I suddenly recall my mother having said, but can’t recall what prompted her remark or what prompted my having recalled it — a “random thought.”)

Pondered: that my blog was not a thing but an anti-thing. Not only was it without positive value but was being used to serve the nefarious ends of Russian mobsters or some other gang. Indonesian click farms, Kenyan scammers. Like all things of non-positive value — with substance but no real presence– it was being exploited by Evil Powers. (Spinoza counsels us to try and form “clear and distinct ideas” of our passions to alleviate their influence. Did I have a clear and distinct idea about blogging? That was something I should do.) A more abstruse question: how did Spinoza’s “clear and distinct idea” relate to a poetic notion of the inner existence of things? (When one saw the inner existence of a thing one was passionate about what did that mean for the clear and distinct idea of ones passion?)

Looked up etymology of Capitalism. (Right-wingish Customer had said it was a Marxist term and that no true supporter of free markets would call the belief in free markets that, and I wished to investigate the claim.) My source said it dated from the French Revolution, though one could imagine it having been popularized by Marx. “Marx was also a terrible person,” had said the customer. “That’s said of a lot of figures with that kind of significance,” I replied, but looking up Marx in Wikipedia now I do find the entry itself rather suspiciously exculpating Marx of behaviors it doesn’t fully disclose. An irascible temperament brought on by chronic health problems exacerbated by immoderate alcohol and tobacco use, it mentioned. (Customer had alleged wife beating.)

The enduring koan of what to do with one’s blog. That koan to which the only response can be — stop thinking of this koan.

August 29, 2022

Looking up at the clouds, I tried to have an Idea of them, but the only Idea that occurred to me was of the clouds of the previous day — “upside down mossbed” — which I hadn’t thought to call them then. All cirrus clouds in blue skies evoke plains, beaches, deserts above, I then thought. (Though not necessarily “upside down” because “you seem to see them from within an airplane.”)

Had read Apollinaire the previous night. Description of the flares overhead, which I recall because I am looking overhead, but I can’t recall the French word for “flares” presently. I can’t even recall the French word for “above.”

The word Category

August 28, 2022

Now I’m thinking of categories, specifically an alternate spelling of it with two ‘ts’. Categories such as “Infrastructure and Cracks”, “Pedestrians and Drivers”, “Buildings and Signage”, “Wild life and Trash.” “My Thoughts and My Feelings”…. With the aid of such categories — an extraordinary mental technology, it is to be admitted — I might easily get to the bottom of this experience of walking and of this time of life!

The word Category from Greek to accuse I think (why?) Heidegger somewhere discusses this (being & time), you look at the Greek word(kata — agora) and wonder if it could almost mean “according to group.” It is the Agora or even the Polis of a kind of thing. Pedestrians in this town, cracks in that city. Bushes live in this city, squirrels gather in that agora.  A box, you accuse two things of being like and put them in a box, a penalty box.

That is not a tree but a sign, that is not a car but a post, and this lamppost here is more like the one down the street, which they only just put in place, than it is like the tree that is growing up right beside it and has been doing so for years. Though this tree and that post have been neighbors (“dwelling near”) so long, they are not in the same category.

“Mausoleum of all hope and desire”

August 26, 2022

Looked at the watch which had entered his life at almost the same time as the sunglasses had; thought “mausoleum, desire, time” then “mausoleum, desire, time or hope?” and looked again at the “mausoleum” — hard to say how much the seconds counter had advanced between the two downward glances, though the feeling was of just one second — the “Ironman Mausoleum (by Timex)” — and wondered what that phrase, that “time was a mausoleum” (or that the watch was Time’s mausoleum) may have meant.

(Dried fallen leaf on a branch shadow of the pavement. Cold togocuplid in the shadowofatrunk / Shadow of a fat trunk

It now reads 18:08 — using its stopwatch function — 18 minutes of having walked, 18 minutes from home, 32 minutes before entering through the service door and squeezing behind the small Korean wife at the desk, exchanging greetings and heading to his locker in the back.

Phrase was Faulkner’s, that a watch was “the mausoleum of all hope and desire”, (and not the mausoleum of time as I had initially had it, because looking at the watch Time had seemed to be in it, an arabian night, could have been the idea, a tiny mule “whose centrifugal straining pushed the gears of our own synchronicity”), “of our own savage synchronicity“, I’d wanted to say. He thought the phrase meant that only those who are mortal, and who thus have finite time, as represented by the watch, can have an attachment to the world, and thus also have a desire for and hope about the world and what’s in it.

Tried to remember a phrase of Shakespeare: that Time was the sack where all good deeds go (or something — perhaps from one of the histories. A search is not producing it)  To look at the watch and see not “Timex” nor “watch” but Time Itself, was thought (and Timex suddenly seemed like Latinx, which I’m always mispronouncing in inadvertent parody as laTINKS) — to see one’s vanished desire and its objects, ones unaccomplished hopes.

One was old, you knew what that meant now — and what was the etymology of Time anyway? And another question: of what was the computer, and the cellphone, the mausoleum, if the watch was the one that held desire? (of Wisdom, of Justice, of Knowledge) … (The Computer was the Federal, and the cellphone was the State, Prison of Time.) And of what were these sunglasses the mausoleum? (“Of myself,” from the one side and “of the world”  from the other.) And if you include this cap I’m wearing, I’ve got a whole Cheopian pyramid over myself practically, the perfect buffer and disguise.

Not genius but a broader ecosystem of the arts seemed more under threat today.

August 24, 2022

Needing to kill a few minutes I arbitrarily pulled something from my shelves, which turned out to be Henry Miller’s book on Rimbaud, The Time of The Assassins. How this brought back to me ideas I’d entertained twenty and thirty years ago! There was no useful place in the world for the genius. The genius was too unique and inventive to be employed in any bourgeois labor. The genius had to do the work of a dishwasher, of a stevedore, to get by, roaming the earth on an empty stomach… sort of thing.

What did I think of such ideas now? That perhaps the world had changed somewhat since Miller had written this book: it had grown better at identifying and supporting geniuses — those people in the top one percent of their field — but now tended disproportionately to neglect the artists of the top ten or twenty percent, those who were very talented and/or hard-working but not of the very first rank. Not genius but a broader ecosystem of the arts seemed to struggle with excessive hurdles today, was my opinion. (Though it was also somewhat paradoxically true that the world seemed less interested in Genius today than it was in making sure everyone’s point of view was represented.)

I notice in my book that my younger self has underlined the word recidivist and written in the margins “one who relapses.” And I think to myself that this might be the stuff of a good Legend of Sisyphus remake: in which over the course of a man’s life he knows the meaning of the word recidivist right up until the very moment that he reads it or hears it in conversation, whereupon all knowledge of it totally vanishes — he may even think it means revanchist for a while — and he has to look it up again. After he has looked it up, he knows it until the next time he needs it, at which point the cycle repeats. But this only occurs for forty years, let’s say, — no need to drag it out through eternity.

August 22, 2022

Customer worked in real estate assessment for the County. Attendant: the word on you guys was that properties routinely sold for much higher than you’d assessed, how do you respond? Answer: property valuations have been consistently rising. We evaluate at the beginning of a year, and by the end of the year they’re much higher.

Customer, buttoning her overcoat and advancing toward attendant seemed almost to have the power to pass through the intervening countertop, it was done with such poise and presence. (Attendant’s “personal space” felt invaded though she was no nearer than most persons approaching the counter, such was her confident stride.)

Customer would only go to certain places to inflate her car’s tires: you had to go to the ones where the pump itself measured the air pressure so you didn’t have to have your own gauge.

That Climate Change is like Hector / The origin of Thought and of Books

August 20, 2022

Idea that climate change is the anti-technology or its representative, ying-zig to technology’s yang-zag, and that whatever efficiencies Technology creates today, the Anti-Technology will undue over time…. We don’t realize it’s Technology telling us this, but there is no greater evil, according to New Technology, than Old Technology.

(Counterpoint: Climate change is an anti-technology like Hector is anti-hero, destined to fail against the divine Achilles of Human Know-How, which is to have its own, more unexpected source of demise.)

Idea that origin of thinking lies in our realization of having made a false equivalence… Equivalence is somehow not thought about and seems, if not a state of nature, then something we’d naturally expect… while realizing we’ve falsely equated something to another causes us to step back in thought and ask what the real relationship may be.

Just as we assume fairness, and perceptions of unfairness are the origin of violence and war, so we assume equivalence, and misperceptions of equivalence are the source of thought and books?

Wood and iron circles

August 18, 2022

A tree stump and manhole cover in close proximity, then another such pair, both on 36th, inviting a comparison between their wood and iron circles — unblemished and scuffed respectively — and the two pairs of such wood and iron circles.

Two banana peels, first on the first hill: “black with corruption”, but still with its bright blue sticker adhering. Second on Edgewood a good mile and a half off: half yellow, it’s blue sticker stuck on the adjacent black asphalt.