Stay loose and slippery

We live in the dying.

We cling and we’re lying.

We think we are flying

under our own steam.

We’ve lost our minds

in the fiction of times

thinking we’re free

when we’re shackled to mines.

Stay loose and slippery

give in to the trickery

the trickster delights

in laughter and fables.

The truth in the lie

and the lie in the truth

the lay of the land

is not the land in sooth.

The map is a map

the hill is a hill

but if you see neither

you’re gonna get ill!

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Thoughts on death

Listening to: https:Woodkid – Iron

I want you to imagine a situation.

You are confronted with a mass of enemies who are going to kill you.

There is no doubt about this fact.

What are you going to do?

Now this is important to consider because if you accurately see this situation you will see that there is going to be no recompense for the action and no avoidance of negative consequence.

You are definitely going to die irrespective of how you act up to that definite set in stone event.

There is a reason why these scenarios are a favourite of cinema and drama and it’s because in that moment, when death is certainly imminent, when you are confronted, literally face to face with the insurmountable enemy…

Well then you are you and you shout or you cower but now there’s no master but you and you alone.

I imagine I’d fight, bang swords on shields and shout incoherently as I belligerently nutted the inevitable.

But what’s fascinating about it… is that that roar you imagine screaming into the hurricane is a kind of outpouring.

The ultimate and primitive expression of man vainly declaring ownership of the situation.

That though I die I will own my death, I will not go gently into that good night.

There’s a romantic feel to this, the Frankenstein who rages against his fate.

I intended to bring it about to something about freedom… and though freedom is inherently tied up with death and is why the majority of the system is intent on distracting you from the fact that you are definitely going to die.

In a sense death is the true enemy, the enemy that lies behind all the others.

Not just our own death but those of people we love. The one universal phobia.

You discover it in the wound a loved one leaves despite what you want or do.

Until one dwells on this, until one accepts and in accepting defeats their death they will never cease from fighting shadows.

The Prisoner and the imprisoner

The prisoner and the imprisoner.

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Often when we meet people, even people we are familiar with we view them through a mesh of preconceptions.

When it is a new person there are certain judgements attached to the style of clothing they wear, the colour of their skin, their gender and sexual preference.

When it is someone we are already familiar with the mesh is constructed out of our memories of their previous behaviour and beliefs.

These preconceptions or judgements go on to colour and distort our view of the other. In the case of the stranger it distorts our view of who they are now; and – funnily enough – in the case of the person with whom we are familiar it distorts our view of who they are now too.

It can be especially pernicious in the case of the person we are familiar with because it doesn’t allow us to see them change – which they inevitably do – and even if it does the mesh attempts to maintain itself by making out that this change is “bad” or pathological.

Often we say of someone who changes or rather someone who has the courage and is able to express that change that “They are going insane.”

Imagine the case of a stranger. Before I introduce you to this person I tell you “John is a very clever man!”

Now we meet John and John says: “The grass is green!”

Due to the fact that I have told you that “John is a very clever man!” you may interpret this statement as something profound but because you are not a “very clever man” you just can’t understand it.

Now imagine I had instead of telling you “John is a very clever man!” I had told you “John is an incredibly stupid man!”

How would this change your interpretation of John’s statement?

You would think it as something typical for a very stupid person to say. You wouldn’t see or think there were any profundity in the statement. You would just dismiss whatever John had to say without really even listening to it because I – part of the “Them” and considered an authority on John because I know him and you don’t – had told you John was stupid.

The collage at the top of this post was an image that popped into my imagination whilst I was at work pondering the nature of the Them – or in common parlance society, social relations and social norms.

I constructed the hexagonal mesh out of “Y” shapes because I have given that shape the symbolic meaning of the simple sentence. “She is stupid” “She” is the subject and is the left line of the “Y”; “is” is the verb (in this case a copula) and is the downward line of the “Y”; “Stupid” is the adjective and is the right line of the “Y”.

This mesh is a real world phenomena that imprisons us all.

It doesn’t just imprison the person who is looked at through it but it also imprisons the person who looks through the mesh.

 We even use it as a prison in which to place ourselves when we attach significance to things we say about ourselves.

Advaita via Collage

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So yesterday I did this: my first collage since school.

I want to enter as many worlds of play as possible. Develop as many skills as possible because it is through skills that we grow into our possibilities as a person. We gain more means by which to express our being.

All art has many interpretations; this is why there are many answers to the question: “What does this piece mean?”

I don’t really think that the artist’s intended meaning is as important as the inexhaustible interpretations any piece of art has.

This is because art acts as a mirror into which we can stare at our more hidden selves.

Art as a Rorschach test if you will.

But saying that; here is my intended meaning for the piece:

The 5 eyes on the fingers and thumb represent the 5 senses.

The faces at the top and bottom; the one wearing sun-glasses and the other with her eyes closed, represent our manifestation into the world of sensory experience.

The 5 different coloured lines connecting the 5 eyes on the fingers and thumbs to the face with closed eyes and the 5 different coloured lines connecting the face with the closed eyes to the face with the glasses represent our contact with the other via the 5 senses.

The concept here is that the other’s inner being is not disclosed to us via the 5 senses.

Now we come to the eye in the palm of the hand and the eye on the forehead of the woman at the top.

These eyes symbolise awareness itself.

Awareness is the same for everyone and I like the idea of Advaita – or non-duality – that claims that awareness is universal. That what is looking out through our 5 senses is the same thing in all of us.

So I linked the 2 eyes that represent awareness via a purple line because purple is a royal colour.

The concept here is that by looking inwards instead of outwards we find the other’s inner being in our own inner being.

The eye in the palm is surrounded by cuttings I took from the sky to represent the peace that stepping back into this awareness gives.