Sounds and Silences

May 22, 2016 at 2:52 pm Leave a comment

“If a tree falls in a forest and no one is there to hear, is there a sound?”

 

The tree.

All deathcries are but one, and all are somehow heard.

Many more hear than merely humans, and few humans hear.

I should think the forest hears, for it is a being made of trees.

What is a sound?

 

And

 

If we do not name a thing, does it exist?  That is (to my ignorant mind) the meaning of the first question.

Can you describe a being whose sole orientation is task-oriented, which means a general inability to perceive the future and thus results of immediate tasks, which means results up to and including that being’s own demise–as intelligent?

 

That is far too wordy to be zen [but then, you see, I lack the words, which is why I have been so long silent, I was going to die in silence] but the attitude is precisely zen.

 

In pursuing ourselves we have forgotten our selves, and most will not be able to understand that.  I read long and involved arguments about how thought cannot occur without language, without words, without, that is, the net of values, concepts, precepts and protocols which is our society.  An implication which is as much pr0ven as is possible to be is that then that which can’t be expressed can’t exist (which has lead to things like conducting someone with the wrong notions off to the mental ward, to be let out when in the opinion of [someone] the patient is not a danger to himself or society [yes, last I checked the specification was that sexist], which means that one might just not ever be led out again.  It means that those naked African savages on the riverside are subhuman (that was a British expedition), that those of a different belief should often be killed (should I bother enumerating? Coptic Christians are one of my favorites, as an absolutely unforgivable example of atrocity).  If thought cannot occur without language completely new theories tend to be hard to come by especially since a great deal of it, unless it’s mathematical, involves finding the fucking words for it.  I have a volume of poetry written forty years ago to prove that, by the way, should anyone be interested.  The whole volume is about a theory of philosophy, theory because it’s backed by research (mainly historical; if there were research of other sorts involved in realtime it would be massive, unethical and absolutely impossible by any known, named or stated means*).  It’s about how society forms, changes and dies (Dhalgren did have a massive, perhaps too massive an affect on it).  It’s about mini-societies that are its basis.  The problem is that I could only do that by violating all the rules I knew of English, essentially.  I became ‘i’ because English is the only language to capitalize the personal pronoun.  That’s the very basic start.

Unfortunately, “no one reads poetry” and things that are just exactly as they’re stated are missed because of our society and its assumptions.  I can get them published one by one, and I’m starting work on it.  The few I published at the end of the 70s apparently actually had some effect.  It would have been under another name and security forbids me to state it except in reply to a contact established by a comment or through Twitter or perhaps Facebook although I understand I’m a trifle hard to find there.  LinkdIn or whatever is worthless for contacting me.  oregonnerd at gmail dot com works too, since I’m bad at keeping up on anything other than that and Twitter.  Where I would once have given away the volume of Voices, I’m actually separating the ms. right now and preparing it for publication.  I have notionally started, once I actually do, which is going to be this week, I’ll just do it, making each poem into its own separate file in a folder to avoid duplication.  I initially stopped publishing because I thought I saw an effect on  my poetry, which no longer is relevant.

[Truly gory signs of internal bleeding are a real memento mori–the results of the necessary overdose on anti-seizure medications, Leveteracetem, Carbamazepine, Divalproex…1500 mg, 800 mg, 4000 mg (with extreme amounts of acetaminophen for any excuse you might want to use).  Daily, split amounts into two for that.  4000 mg=4 gm.

Then there’s the EDS and the likelihood of a blood vessel popping.  I tend to have very low blood pressure but rather high cholestorol.  I also have varicose veins from my braces, sort of a sign of the same thing; it has to do with the elasticity of the blood vessels.  Even I can get squeamish occasionally.  So I’m going to start trying to spurt out a theory that doesn’t even fit into the conventional mode.

 

The true beginning is undoubtedly that a two-valued logic is visibly intrinsically false.  We now have actual ‘proof’ [anything can be faked, see Lucy] that this takes place in the animal world, with the bird attacking the bear and succeeding with its bluff.  Generally the third choice historically is “submit” and it’s visibly a common option in the animal world; the animal rolls on its back presenting its belly.  I have seen this inter-species in domesticated ‘animals’.  However, even my view of language differs from the norm considerably from what I can gather.  That is for another time.

 

 

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