Thornscape: Disidentification and Warding at the Limit of Negative Identity

One day I might come back and put the actual essay here ;)

sources:


https://seminalrecords.bandcamp.com/album/dehors
https://seminalrecords.bandcamp.com/album/the-black-metal-mixtape
http://www.transart.org/wp-content/uploads/group-documents/126/1389741131-Kafka_The_Burrow_Part1.pdf
https://markovsoroka.bandcamp.com/album/tchornobog
https://www.jstor.org/stable/2905935?seq=1#page_scan_tab_contents
http://www.wipp.energy.gov/picsprog/articles/wipp%20exhibit%20message%20to%2012,000%20a_d.htm

//The formal refusal of success and circulation in the mainstream by underground artists radicalizes itself towards a desired invisibility. But one which has to be visible as an invisibility.....Works such as Les legions noire's catalog, aka Mortuário’s C32 tape, dehors’ anonymous productions testify to this insistence in banging one’s head against the ontological category of art. But is it a futile gesture? - JP Caron//

Let this also serve as a soft notice for upcoming sequel to Void Front Press' book Sustain//Decay, titled ATTACK! probably due out this summer, featuring work by Absentology, German Sierra, Xenovenomism squad B Konior/Y Granata, JP Caron, Owen Coggins and others.

Topo-twitterous Archivalattice

12/1 Twitter cuts rotating around topologic's connections to neuronal manipulation vis a vis protogeometric linguistics, deontology, oppositional dynamics.


https://storify.com/JrGothDetective/topo-sorcerous-hyperbolic-dreamery

http://isites.harvard.edu/fs/docs/icb.topic572189.files/Tongyan_Lin_Lattice_gauge_theory.pdf

https://arxiv.org/abs/1611.01988

https://gowers.wordpress.com/2011/11/09/group-actions-ii-the-orbit-stabilizer-theorem/

https://arxiv.org/abs/1512.00036

https://www.researchgate.net/publication/283268683_OUR_THOUGHTS_FOLLOW_A_DONUT-LIKE_TRAJECTORY_IN_BRAIN

http://math.ucr.edu/home/baez/corfield/phorem.html

http://link.springer.com/article/10.1007/s11787-009-0003-4

https://oppositionalgeometryblog.wordpress.com/2015/10/04/the-aristotelian-pq-lattices-of-og/



UPDATE: go ahead and add the entirety of www.qualiacomputing.com to this list.

Glass Bead: Wittgenstein Sheaves by F Zalamea

For immediate consumption:

Wittgenstein Sheaves - Zalamea

//And after I had come up with the symbol of the “future species”, after I had given the name “transpecial” to the “light from above” that could give my intellectual work its meaning once again – then I started finding evidence for it everywhere! I began reading voraciously again, and I was amazed to find that this exact same insight had been had by so many thinkers before me! This is what Kant thought the critical philosophy was to be applied to, this is what Nietzsche meant when he spoke about “the proposition ‘the species is everything, one is always none”’ (The Gay Science, §1), this is what Kierkergaard meant when he spoke about this or that, this is what Badiou meant when he spoke about “generalized communism” etc. I found transpecial thinking everywhere around me! Hidden in plain sight! 
Of course, I very soon realized that I had as much right to be amazed at all this as one has to be amazed to find the same reflection of oneself in different mirrors. For I was not finding my ideas in these texts – I was merely seeing my own ideas reflected on them. 
Had I lost my capacity to read and learn? Perhaps – but at least I was no longer transparent. When before I saw nothing in the mirror that I held up against my ideas, I now saw something – except now everything had become a mirror of my ideas. Or, put more modestly: I has become a mirror myself – I was immitating everything around me.
And this, finally, is what led me to abandon the “evolutionary” model of knowledge in favour of a model in which “mimicry” becomes primary. It is the idea of “mimicry” that finally led me back to mathematics.//

and slightly earlier:

//“The beauty of mathematics! The divine in logic! We are cats! We are silkworms!” I had to strip these clownish exultations down and place them in front of a mirror and keep them there until they broke down in tears. I had to turn the mirror on myself not in order to understand, but in order to pity. I had to stare long and hard but not in order for a new “aspect” to reveal itself, but until what I saw could only fill me with grief and pity. 
One of the strangest pronouncements I ever heard: “Knowledge begins with grief.” This is now how I do justice to these words, which carry the unmistakeable form of a penetrating insight.
I had to sit in front of a mirror long enough to be able to perceive my bliss (my exultations) as something worth grieving over, indeed as something devastating. There was no sudden insight, no “realization in a flash”, no discontinuity. There was rather an errosion, over a very long period of time, at no point of which was I aware of the changing shape of my reflection. But erode I did: and then – suddenly – I had become perfectly smooth, a perfect reflective surface able to bounce back any idea: a thermodynamic “white body” – but not a sceptic. 
Looking in the mirror, I saw nothing: no idea could affect me but there was also no idea I could hold on to. 
What became clear then: the proper philosophical insight is that which you do justice to, not attempt to communicate.// 

the way that can be told is not the way...but the way that can be felt...

There remained, however, at the moment when the shooting was no longer but to come, the feeling of lightness that I would not know how to translate: freed from life? the infinite opening up? Neither happiness, nor unhappiness. Nor the absence of fear and perhaps already the step beyond. I know, I imagine that this unanalyzable feeling changed what there remained for him of existence. As if the death outside of him could only henceforth collide with the death in him. "I am alive. No, you are dead."
The Instant of my Death - Maurice Blanchot

If, on the other hand, it has been possible during life to set going the "backward-flowing", rising movement of the life-forces, if the forces of the anima are mastered by the animus, then a release from external things takes place. They are recognized but not desired. Thus the illusion is robbed of its strength. An inner, ascending circulation of forces takes place. The ego withdraws from its entanglement in the world, and after death remains alive because "interiorization" has prevented the wasting of the life-forces in the outer world. Instead of these being dissipated, they have made within the inner rotation of monad a centre of life which is independent of bodily existence. Such an ego is a god, deus, shên. Such a being survives as long as the inner rotation continues. Also, it can invisibly influence men to great thoughts and noble deeds. The saints and sages of ancient times are beings like these, who for thousands of years have stimulated and educated humanity.

But there remains a limitation. These beings retain a personal character and are therefore subject to the effects of space and time. Neither are they immortal any more than heaven and earth are eternal. Eternal is the golden flower only, which grows out of inner liberation from all bondage to things. A man who reaches this stage transposes ego; he is no longer limited to the monad but penetrates the magic circle of the polar duality of all phenomena and returns to the undivided ONE, Tao.
The Secret of the Golden Flower - Richard Wilhelm

Penrose’s Conformal Cyclic Cosmology [...] is a radical new cosmological model which assumes that the universe consists of a sequence of aeons, each of them a solution of the Einstein equations with sources and positive cosmological constant, each expanding from an initial Big Bang singularity to a space-like future null infinity I, the I of one aeon being identified conformally with the Big Bang of the next. The Equations of Conformal Cyclic Cosmology - Paul Tod

phenomathematical : neuroanthropological

we are getting there....

Cognitive Import of Contemp Cinema : Enter the Void - technihil

Alien Alliances : Becoming-Subject in Spinoza's Ethics - Félix Orpheus

Utopia and Heterotopia - Foucault

Anti-Vitalism as Precondition for Nihilism - Paul Ennis

“Anything is one of a million paths. Therefore you must always keep in mind that a path is only a path; if you feel you should not follow it, you must not stay with it under any conditions. To have such clarity you must lead a disciplined life. Only then will you know that any path is only a path and there is no affront, to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you to do. But your decision to keep on the path or to leave it must be free of fear or ambition. I warn you. Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as you think necessary.

This question is one that only a very old man asks. Does this path have a heart? All paths are the same: they lead nowhere. They are paths going through the bush, or into the bush. In my own life I could say I have traversed long long paths, but I am not anywhere. Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn't, it is of no use. Both paths lead nowhere; but one has a heart, the other doesn't. One makes for a joyful journey; as long as you follow it, you are one with it. The other will make you curse your life. One makes you strong; the other weakens you.


Before you embark on any path ask the question: Does this path have a heart? If the answer is no, you will know it, and then you must choose another path. The trouble is nobody asks the question; and when a man finally realizes that he has taken a path without a heart, the path is ready to kill him. At that point very few men can stop to deliberate, and leave the path. A path without a heart is never enjoyable. You have to work hard even to take it. On the other hand, a path with heart is easy; it does not make you work at liking it.” 
― Carlos Castaneda, The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge

linkages : differentials

Some links. Guattari goes schizo, again. The void just ain't what it used to be. Alan Watts interviews Laura Huxley, Aldous' wife. John Bova (New Centre/GCAS) posts a brilliant pair of notes that work very well together: Minimal Sartre Note, and Socratic Elenchos and Diagonalization Note. Jonah Dempcy riffs on Synchronicity. Skirmonautical adventurings. Xenolinguistics. Ben Cain begins to naturalise nihilism. Homological Scaffolding starring Robin Carhart-Harris. Astronauts experience Awe and Wonder but it's going to cost you $100US to read about it. Debbie Harry invokes my favourite loa. I'm scatterbrained lately. I feel like I'm on life-support. Just enough to keep breathing.

What happens when you die? Is basic income guarantee going mainstream? Neuromancer is right around the corner.

Bjork and Tim Morton are my favorites.

"Brutal Orchestral" band Vampillia - 'Some Nightmares Take You Aurora Rainbow Darkness'
Locrian's new album 'Infinite Dissolution' is the soundtrack to Cyclonopedia.

Barth, Barthes, Borges...I feel like I'm conjugating a verb.
John Barth - Confronting the Dead Ends of Finitude at alien ecologies.
Barthes' 'Death of the Author' should be internalized before putting pen to paper.
Borges' Library of Babel is still my fav (and arguably the most effective) mind-metaphor

storage

http://schizosophy.com/2014/08/29/reminding-guattaris-schizoanalytic-cartographies/ main diagram at the top there. Imagine a successful questioning starting from x would build up in some monotonic fashion those auxillary layers surrounding the central self, questioning without desire builds this scaffold for self-knowledge, but the central "dock" of stablised Now-perception is a balancing act, angels dancing on the head of a pin, so to speak, and any drift toward the in-itself or toward the for-itself is almost like a deep feedback loop opening its spiral toward a misinterpretation of any of the levels of that scaffolding that may "collapse" if you will, toward multiple identity of depersonalisation, or toward disconnected individual identity of egotism/individuation contra physics on the other side....but the central sort of domain there is like the single-mind/multiple perspective paradox that is somehow coterminous with the world. if that balancing act is maintained, eh? and is maybe in some weird way close to the no-self consciousness I think, mahayana's dana/donate turning into a giving of your mind to the cause with no attachment to truth's consequences to you, again....the paradoxical-seeming self-death to the truth of the world-in-and-for-itself that we are capable of in life. I think i think i think. I don't know anything. I'll go to my grave with the confused words "......did that make any sense?" inscribed on my crypt.

I'm curious about this 'diagonal witness to contradiction', I like the way this and Elenchos work together, in that (labor of the) inhuman sort of way. Pure reflection always struck me as similar to the (hypothetically successful) platonic questioning, which is the same as the socratic method and every other type of dialectic that ever happened obvs, questioning for truth regardless of the consequences. That applied in an Erdös-ian "social mathematic" fashion gets to my psychedelic side in a set of thoughts that lead me over and over back to the space of reasons as some hallucinatory ...how to word...like a platonic solid shaped (i typed this some time ago and now on second thought, I wonder if different shapes "work" differently in this domain. A conversation with a fellow witch recently wherein she described a perfectly panopticon-ical shape she referred to as "the arena" and claimed "only in this space does the magic work" with no prior knowledge of what the Foucauldian is or signifies - describing the central position of the area, the ground floor if you will, as neatly identical to Morton's charnel ground concept. She also claims the top and bottom of this arena flex outward conically, becoming an almost-tunnelling, when circling with others ritually.) group performative stage for knowledge production? If that even makes the slightest sense. It is like a structure is being raised in spacetime, like Nicola Masciandaro's "Floating Tomb is you!" reinterpreted as -every vertex of the crystal-shaped floating tomb is an individual psyche participating in this group event-. I'm high and rambling, ignore me.