consuming art is no virtue compared to the
destructions of explicitly mercantile consumptions, despite any
autorighteousness various culture puffs claim. art – to get to us – voraciously
destroys in orders of magnitude not dissimilar to those of straightup
capitalism, even when its ostensible content is cultural critique. so art is
the rough inheritor of the hypocrisies of institutional religion and we who eat
it the devout who bloody our knees on the hard steps leading to cathedrals of
nowhere
everything we need to know and
admire is in a square metre of soil
heresiarch t’t smesa, mycogod, has humans,
fungi, plants, and bacteria working in conscious concert for the planet’s health.
in a world in which humans can’t even cooperate with themselves let alone other
species (surely we’re entitled to eat everything!) … what cross-kingdom
collaboration!
new dreams –
i envision landscapes customized with mycelial matrices
how can i align myself with any system that
depends fundamentally on force and fear for its survival?
it may be the distance between the ‘greatest’
human and the ‘least’ is greater than the distance between the ‘least’ human
and the monkey (though this seems insulting to monkeys), but the distance
between the ‘greatest’ human and god (consciousness, the everything of all) is
far greater than that former distance. and so i mistrust the measures of the
human, which focus on the former gap and not the latter, to humanity’s false
aggrandisement, its delusional placement at the lead (but there is no lead) on
the universe’s vast gameboard, and the degradation and soiling of its only home
humans envied the fear produced in them by
nature. they wanted to be that cause (the cause of themselves?). technology has
been a vehicle to that being. and now we scramble with each other to be near
the top of the heap of fear (or any top of any fearpile). but humans are
insufficient to be nature’s replacement, with or without technology. we can
only be infinitesimal aspects
this rising talk on consciousness, while not
unwelcome – is it not just mapping the extant god-mystic talk onto other
language sectors? science the slow rather inept reason that has to plod along
to even partially and belatedly translate what mysticism’s been advocating for
millennia
humans evolve from the butterfly of childhood
to the caterpillar of adulthood, often promoting their slow earthboundness,
their voracious eating, as wisdom or necessity. if their slowness emerged from
a true intimacy with the earth rather than a regulatory morass, a bureaucratic
indolence, and an inability to transcend exploitation and extinction, who would
not celebrate?
earth cannot be reduced to human
flesh
human flesh cannot bear this
burden
a function of therapy is to (re)integrate
humans into society, but this society is precisely what has become questionable
as a worthy habitat for living
autism might
be a reflex response of the human to the preponderance of the human
from sin to
mental illness through alienation – these adaptive cultural concepts, bludgeons
of orthodoxy, linguistic cages for the gap between our barbarisms and our
vision (which – despite the close of medieval war, religion, and torture,
despite the death of god and heaven’s crumbling – hasn’t diminished but only
grown!:
our
barbarisms expanded through technology and unbridled pervasive attitudes of
human supremacy, our idealism transferred from another life to this one)
polypolars,
having to develop techniques to stave off madness and chaos, being
experimenters in the unnamed, having within them myriad sets of eyes all gazing
and blinking, …
… when a
polypolar goes solo into the desert with those eyes and the landscape becomes
nothing but eyes, eyes on eyes and in eyes, …
being a
polypolar primarily involves the arts of waiting and psychic customs procedures
– waiting for travel permits and arrangements, crossing borders and the various
attendant rites, of exiting and entering domains, policies rarely written and
when they are obscurely in obscure texts
what are we, demented followers of polluted
and violent mirrors, we who drink from the shallow glass of ourselves and think
we eat well?
the mathematics of mysticism
we are spheres
we are earth but not the earth
spheres of light
we are magnetic, but infinitely
not two poles, but uncountable
expanding
