Living as a saturate aural disciple one absorbs knowledge as wealth through an intuitive crystalline register. An abiding crystalline absorption. One remains absented from the level of provencial exchange. The latter being the range,where seminal texts go unread, where sundered glossolalias abound, where the general mind remains shaped as an uninformed fragment. Dostoyevsky, codified at cryptic anathema, Rimbaud subverted by historic abstraction, Guttuso and Masson cast into psychic pits as neglected enigmas.
Where are the minds which brew with intensely spun insight, which unleash their energies as darting constellations? They bring to reality zones of revelation, higher vertical enabling. In contra-distinction, quotidian containment surrounds the higher mind with oscillating vipers gone blind, plagued as they are by chronic optical sterility, tearing at a fragmented piles of scent, at unscattered lettering, incapable of aural crystal or magic. At times, such a condition may engage in tendentious comment on the Pre-Socratics, as being partial to Thales, or Heraclitus alive in his river of fire. Perhaps stray reference is made to Prince Myskin, or some figmental note on Nabokov or Soyinka. But the pointless marking never ceases. An indelible toxicity if you will. Let me say this, if the Coffin Texts now spiraled into daily circulation an impalpable irrigation would transpire inside the derma, an indefatigable cellular cleansing rife with new electrical clarity, thereby evincing the psycho-biological at translocated levels. Of course, this is higher human flaring where light re-emits from the cells across unlimited extension. The cells at this level fuse as solar respiration carrying a rhythm of darkness and rising, knowing their solstices as the purity of alchemical osmosis. This being the ore of the human system, its electrical quintessence. This being the chemistry of its hovering, its oracular suspension. At this level a new electricity is broached, the body is no longer mud brewed as caliginous contagion. The Egyptians called it the BA, “the invisible energy that runs through all visible functions.” When being is known at this pitch, locusts, and wolves, and bark, are embraced at the deepest levels of the continuity. This being reality lived as functional circularity, as riverine, as trans- functional discipline. In contradistinction, the present tendency is to open the spirit to damaging invasion, to the call from functioning death crops, to engage dialogue in keeping with the normalcy of slaughter.
So reason in this form of mental ganglia allows the poor to be slaughtered as maggots, to go missing without note from calendars and lists. This allows all form of habitual inconstancy, where death is refocused according to matters of profit. This is no neo-calculation, but what can be called suicidal migration, where the soils and its bark are claimed by disappearance. In response to such a state one feels suffused by embittered instigation.
The question can be posed concerning life which reconnoiters an aural apprenticeship saturate with refined enigmas. Or does living stumble in its sleep across sidereal ponds plagued by enervation as momentum?
In the profane state of understanding life depth remains barren, and purposely ill nurtured. Probe of the facile remains the constant objective. The pre-determined state remains the principle mode of execution. Never the spontaneous cycle, the improvised momentum. Never the residue of thought which survives its post-existing.
A trenchant scope into the existing order reveals a brash and unending discomfort. A hardened inclemency if you will, which allows a certain pontification, but completely void of deeper mean. At best, there is arithmetical method, horizontal repetition, this being the moon in complete recension which glows by ossification. As if notches were braided for general consumption and turned into crucial mental obstruction.