Friday, January 13, 2023

\\\ UNTIL DAYBREAK /// Radio Works//Radio Art by JEFF GBUREK in One Place Linkable

  
  
   Thoreau said that poets exist in the "auroral before dawn, before the glare of philosophy". (Thanks C.W.!)
This reminds me again why the radio work I've done (late nights, with the trans-oceanic bounce) listening, between stations, for the rub of pulsars into electro-magnetic fields-- charged with static eletrical crackles across the earth's spritely ionosphere -- this is, has been & should be, in continuity with my being as poet -- extension of the orphic listening paradigm, the alba song, the internal aubade, a vigilance tradition that started long ago (long before) the imagery from theosophy, Tesla, aetherism, Wilhelm Reich, Cocteau -- in spiritual alignment, nevertheless, with R. Murray Schafer, Pauline Oliveros, Thomas Ashcraft, to a degree Douglas Kahn --
  -- as Olson says of Projective Verse, it's energy transfered from where the poet go it: that is more or less what I've been doing here in all these works, with various and sundry technologies, for all these years. The list will be updated as time goes on, as long a I am able...
 
 Recent Radio Related Tracks on Soundcloud Playlist periodically updated: 
Always check my Soundcloud!  
 
    Various Published Albums and Links to Commissioned Works Chronologically:
 
 Taurids Encke: Overture & Entanglements (Poland/Romania, 2025)

The Apple Orchard (Romania, 2025)

Baltic Ozones (North Sea, Poland, 2025)

Fire Sky (Various Locations, Poland, 2024)

Special Commission for "Radio is a Foreign Country" (2024)

Iftar with the Swans (Lake Rusalka, 2024)

The Radio and the Sea (Bulgaria, 2023)
 
 
 2024! Bug River Radio Volume 1 on Mute Ant Netlabel
    https://muteantsoundsnetlabel.bandcamp.com/album/bug-river-radio-volume-1
undergoing litigation -- will be posting on my Bandcamp soon

Trans-Beskid Radio Project Albums (2019-2021)

 
 
 

Radiophrenia Glasgow Supported: Overwhelming Waves (2018-2019)

 

Independent Research and Archives (2016-1996)

Capturing Radio Resonance of Asteroid 2012 da14

Radius Radio (CHICAGO) segment 2011: https://theradius.us/episode11

Archive of Shortwave Capture in Various Locations:

Radio Wide World: The Lost (and Found) Tapes (Firenze, Italia, 1994-1996)

Radio Wide World Retrospective on this blog, even
 

 
 

 

Tuesday, January 10, 2023

TIME (OF POETRY): TEXT & SCORE

 prelude

 VOICE:

( multiple delay echo effects, decay/repeat rates timed irregularly -

- 2 to 6 channels  depending on spatial limits)

 

I AM HERE     IN THE

PAST    COMING TO MEET   YOU

((THIS IS A RECORDING

   AFTER ALL))

but this is  ----  after all ---- more than

just a recording

IT IS A

                        p-lay-back

                                in another time 

              you

            are                                              you

approaching  

                                                          who I do not know

                                 to meet this

                                      here

                                  I don't know where 

 

 

//: Time of Poetry :// 

 

 con com com

 ________________________________________________________/

______________________________________________________/

 

    if the we could speak before the end

   questions begin


"let time emit time"

     -- Benjamin Hollander (quoted from memory)


1)


if you took the line out of time

what would things sound like


what would sound like things you took

the line of time out if

                   

                                    too simply clever, inverted,

                                        inadequately palindromic, so what


the time sound of things if out

would you the line took like

   (author's note: lines, phrases may be repeated, paused indefinitely, for reasons of clarification

or pacing, there is no rush )


utter nonsense nevertheless uttered


we need or require or demand       or find imperative

  in writing     or narrative anyway     some linear time

even if a hollywood bollywood chopped

time made linear eventually resolved


                                  I sometimes feel all time present if you

  only you

        slowly speak

and memories whirl around the stillness point

point 

              point


why not let time show and sound itself?


2)


the lone as of what speaking              BEING

we admits break down leak                         ALONE

eeks across lineage phono-etymological              AS IF 

subatomic literal to the letter character clings           AS OF

slashed gently by gamma rays, gaba receptors      in any langauge

in which porosity, gills, amino                                      AS SUCH   (wormhole here)

acids unused yet present in the polymerase chain,

any genome, structures us spatially             we are several

akin   ----                                                lineages, codes

  sponge,                                          contracts, expands

                skeletal, 

                               extra


isochronic distributions, gapped end rhymes

 

oh why not simply say we made of words time

why crack correct order          why correct cracks

call a spade look who's calling the kettle black

you can speak peace with a broken arrow

ending the civil war but not what the war was over

that arrow splits the same all the time falls in ripples

the animal's claws retractable

from the telos the target unreachable


3)


perhaps it's better therefore we think there are multiple lines

& time is rather some convergence of vectors

not a unitary trajectory snapped to mechanically by quanta


time as a repeated point

point     point

    point      point 

              [point]   {[point]}


appearing variously in focus space


Q: what is "focus space"?

poets would answer: the poems

but nobody believes them

A: focus space is an ambience arbitrarily

bordered by clusters of sensible

points (of convergence)

that won't simply fit

any singularity


4)

 in a recent study of how we can use common kitchen devices to track gamma rays

that crash through the ionospheres 4 layers fragmenting into nano-particles,

the most stable of which is the muon whose life can be as long as (find figure)

 

 the most stable of which is the muon whose life can be as long as

 

using common kitchen devices to track gamma rays

 

we discover that our attention is being drawn to a particle that approaches the speed of light

and our attention following the particle must also accelerate ever so briefly

but significantly towards that being as it warps the frame of time

since anyone moving closer to the speed of life begins to experience time as slowing down

and while the muon is being reabsorbed into more stable flows of matter

our consciousness is lifted outside of it's normal rate of framing time

we may even forget about time while creating the intensity of focus to

see things that are unusual, to see things normally unseen


i compare this to reading the line of a poem more than once

to catch up with the several meanings written into the one

 

written into the one 


about this:


   I  thought it might be good to add some other sound layers but that would only make the intelligibility of the text problem worse for the listener who tends to want to grab after sense rather than surrender to sound. It's a tough call. if I ignore the need for sense, then it has an almost inviolable sense of music. I shift between several different delay patches to create dislocations and rupture. if the listener understands that these are the elements I am playing with, then they can just dig that and listen to it like some astrophysicist scat-singing. the real trouble for me personally is that the studies I've undertaken in relation to this topic since then have caused a shift in my own sense of how crucial it is to understand and act with the sense quantum mechanics is part of how the universe actually functions (to take it seriously, not simply as a crackpot lunatic theory). and that only underlines and brings into relief the concept I set out to explore with this piece: that you cannot have the discrete without the continuous (that's like Whiteheadean language for it) or the particle without the wave function, the electron in a position without the cloud of probable simultaneous unknown positions, the actual undecidability of a ground state versus an intervention which causes the phenomenon to be shaped by observation. it all summons huge multiple questions concerning how we interact with the natural world in fact and in some sense wanting to feel like the earth's environment is quantifiable as a resource turns out to be the main animus/fuel for the anthropcentric anthropocene. the more I listened to the piece the more I realized that my editorial consciousness was trying to narrow and restore a linearity I don't really believe in: I was trying to force meaning and position against my own attempts to create a piece that avoided all that. and yet, I still wondered how I might make it more engaging and less frustrating to the person unfamiliar with me or these hard questions. in the final moments before I sent it, I realized it kind of means I should make a different kind of presentation. at the same time, I figured there is nothing wrong with letting this one fly. it's always the same: some will love it and others will be baffled or just hate it. so, it's like that. I will certainly listen to your reflections on the thing.

best, JG




 

 

 

Wednesday, December 28, 2022

ODE TO EXPERIMENTAL

 
 
            --- Ode to Experimental ---
 
 The idea that art and music were akin to, concerned with the exploration of metaphoric "terras incognitas", places where star trekkers had gone not before. This is what comes to mind when I think of experimental music. That and how experimental became disparaged as inconclusive or too open to be substantial and how very wrong this is. For it is the gated mental community world of consumerism and conservatism alone that forces us into conformity with genre and empty concepts of quality and duality. What I'd wanted to do in poetry and music was to catch up with the actual world. Experimental is not academic. Experimental is not elitist. Experiments are radical and can be calm and reassuring as a gentle rain in the forest during summer or a cyclone disrupting space and time. Experimental music engages chaos and natural forces. Experimental music improvises and invents. Experimental music is clear and propositional. Experimental music involves one, two, three or more players, orchestras, species and states of matter. Experimental would rather you use your mind. It is not uniquely angry, sad, bored or nihilist but it denies nothing that can be summoned into the circle for the dance. Experimental music is without precedent quite often and appears to be alien and unruly but experimental music has a history and great traditions. Shamans were experimental musicians./ tone scientists/ paleoethnobotanists with a healing vengeance. Great lost indigenous traditions that are not lost really because they went from Benin to Haiti and mixed with Taino. Great herbalist traditions carried with Gypsies all over Europe and going under whatever name respectfully. Experimental includes free and folk and improvisational instrumentation and dance done by people wherever and whenever they congregate or isolate in temporary autonomous zones. Hugging entire forests with widely flung arms of imagination and science is experimental. The tape music of John Cage and Pauline Oliveros and the statistical modeling adopted by Xenakis to further dilate & explode serialism into pure sounds, the acousmatic works of Pierre Henry, Schaefer, orchestrating noise, blending energy fields of lysergic acoustic ecology, of deep listening strategies, the advent of field recording devices which allow almost anyone to make music concrete. Experimental music is you and your life. It belongs not to corporations, not to governments nor schools nor cliques nor elites. In the digital era or what is called the microsound aspect of granular synthesis, in glitch, one can view ever smaller fractal versions of the cosmos. Experimental space travel in sound. Thank you Sun Ra. Experimental means to experience. Thank you tape recorders and dictaphones: re-listen to experience and enter into the laminal planes of somatic and geological time. The fascination with ancient modes, archaic instruments, ethnic forgery, old skool, trap, Africa, polyrhythmatics, Indonesia (gamelaminality), microtones, aboriginal, experi-mental DIY. Experiment is dream time, dream incarnate.
 
Jeff Gburek 25/11/21 (revised 24/12/22)
 
 
 

 

Tuesday, December 6, 2022

COVID_19: Mass Formation or Mass Atrocity. My Personal Guide For Reading, Untangling the Tangled Web of these Pandemic Times

  Just an arrangement of some key extracts from this very crucial, neccessary & understandably lengthy article.  It's tricky reading because the critique of Desmet's Mass Formation concept, on the surface, compelling in and of itself and because there is something valid in some of Desmet's thesis, the authors echo that thesis, while coming eventually to show that the idea of people just being dumbass sheeple and victimizing themselves is a major distraction from understanding that the confusion and the ram-rodded pseudo-science was rigged to trigger the pharma industries' ushering in of a false justification for the vast array of vaccines, for big money. The article shows you who became billionarires in the pandemic crisis. Most tragically pointed out however is the fact that the reputation and credibility of Science itself underwent heavy bombardment and it will probably take a long time before we get any reset.  Otherwise, I make no further comment. Please read carefully and reflect. Peace, JG

https://unlimitedhangout.com/2022/11/investigative-reports/covid-19-mass-formation-or-mass-atrocity/

 "As regards the Covid-19 narrative, Damien Downing, President of the British Society of Environmental Medicine, observed that “Governments like epidemics just the same as they like war …. It’s a chance to impose their will on us and get us all scared so that we huddle together and do what we’re told” (Downing, 2009, cited in Kennedy Jr., 2021). Holocaust survivor Vera Sharav observes that, “For autocrats and others, Coronavirus is a chance to grab even more power” (2020). This suggests that there is some understanding in centers of elite global power that accepts as natural a permanent state of antagonism or, as Staub notes, “hostility”, between rulers and the ruled when manipulation, coercion, and force are needed to enact controversial policies. As recipients of government grants, medical ethicists in academia today have even suggested that a “morality pill” could be made compulsory or be administered secretly, perhaps in the water supply as a “moral enhancement” for those who resist “following public guidelines” (Crutchfield, 2020). Professor Crutchfield’s suggestion has not escaped the notice of critics who see his inspiration borrowed from the IG Farben experiments conducted during WWII on “human guinea pigs” (Bernstein 1945, p. 7). "

  "As vampiric practices of capitalism engorge themselves on humanity in its transition through inverted totalitarianism (Wolin, 2004, cf. Hedges, 2015) to more recognizable forms of totalitarianism involving Nazism (Hughes, 2022a) and eugenics (Kyrie & Broudy, 2022c; Loffredo & Webb, 2020b; Matters, 2021), given a yet more evil twist through sexual blackmail operations involving children (Webb, 2022), the conclusion that, “the essence of totalitarianism is not utilitarian or selfish in nature” (Desmet, 2022, p. 112) is impossible to maintain. Indeed, history teaches that the “greater good” is often an illusion, designed to mask the pursuit of ruling class interests."

METHUZELAH: FIRST ALBUM by Jeff Gburek & Pete Swinton. Reviewed by Rudy Carrera on Miscellany of Tasteful Music blog

 "Today is an auspicious day, as I’m proud to say that this is the 700th consecutive post this blog has produced since January 1, 2021. The release is one I held onto for such an occasion, as Jeff Gburek, heavily featured on my site for the astounding quality of his work, pairs with Pete Swinton, a multi-instrumentalist and composer based in Java, Indonesia. The music has a hazy, lo-fi psychedelic rock quality to it, and the pieces on this album feel alive. You get the sense that you’re not only listening to the album, but it’s crawling inside of you. It’s one of the few albums I’ve heard which made my arm hairs stand on end, and it literally gave me the chills hearing it. Organic music that makes itself at home in your veins as well as your brains. " -- Rudy Carrera Thank you!

Rudy's website with review and playlist:

https://musicyouneedtohear.com/methuzelah-jeff-gburek-pete-swinton-first-album/

 The album on my Bandcamp site where you can support the efforts of the independent creators: https://jeffgburekprojects.bandcamp.com/album/methuzelah-first-album

 

Recent review by Pitta Wozzeck (Brazilian writer for Instrumental Verves) of Mangue Bangue, an album I made in 2022 with George Christian  where I play my DIY electro-acoustic berimbau

 
 

 Recent review by Pitta Wozzeck (Brazilian writer for Instrumental Verves) of Mangue Bangue, an album I made in 2022 with George Christian  where I play my home-made DIY electro-acoustic berimbau
.  This is a google translator translation, caveat lector
 
"George Christian & Jeff Gburek. 
   Here we already have a more visceral duet of these steel strings, more based on free improvisation, albeit in yet another resonant electronic immersion. George Christian forms a partnership with improviser and experimentalist Jeff Gburek, who plays with a berimbau immersed in electroacoustic distortions, being manipulated with a stick, bow and other approaches... And George Christian, in turn, plays with a prepared guitar —— altered both in timbre and in tuning —— and it explains very well this latency of sound aridity, the rusticity of its steel strings. The sounds and the entire sound plot between the improvisers, by the way, are inspirations from the impactful short film "Mangue-Bangue" (1971) by Neville d'Almeida, even though the duo does not intend to create an original soundtrack for the film, which is a landmark of Brazilian experimental cinema. Like the film, the soundtrack captures the extremes of human life: primitivism and expansion, the rustic and the avant-garde, the archaic and electronics. Although released more recently, this is another one of the records where George Christian and his musical partners create their sounds imbued with a dense reflective charge provided by the consequences of the pandemic and a troubled period of socio-political relations."
-- Pitta Wozzeck

listen to the jams we kicked out here: 

more verbal acrobatics in Brazilian Portuguese over here:
https://www.instrumentalverves.org/2022/12/os-sons-outsiders-do-guitarrista-baiano.html#more

Sunday, November 20, 2022

On the Creation of the Album "The Vale of Soul-Making" in the Flow of Contexts (Other Writings)



 a post I made on facebook goes like this:

 "walking past the people in the train station working for the watch tower (jehovah witness propaganja bulletin), the headline I read was asking me "can anyone dead come back to life?" and my immediate response to mind was that there is no death; there is only transformation. you stop moving, die, decompose, everything you once were is scattered and shared out -- you don't care: you are dead; this is equanimity. you compost your mother's body into the soil, the fungus and the bacteria convert you -- you always were all of this anyway, in many incarnations --your ex-body in osmotic molecular dispersal seeds the spore of variants --you feed a tree in the forest your strange chemical cocktail and it becomes one day a pencil you write with..." 

the post just mentioned, pasted above, had been shared by 6 people, although I don't know who these people were nor what they thought about it. but anyway, I decided, assuming that this was actually shared, hoping that my further comments about it might reach them, I added the following:

 " Reflecting upon this scene again, while reading a book by Italian philosopher Giorgio Agamben called "Opus Dei" (about the history of Christian liturgy, the act of liturgeos, not about the organization bearing that name Opus Dei), it would appear that even the work of evangelists, who one might not trust, do in fact perform functions that activate intelligence, reflection, conscience and compassion in discovering the truth of the spirit through the immanence of the divine itself, manifest as the truth of the matter, the matter of the truth, being as it comes to us, considered to be literally endless and therefore factually that death only represents an abandonment of borders. And reading Keats letters on The Vale of Soul-Making, I found my thoughts concerned with experience and the soul, as Keats lays it out, a soul that only creates itself through a work inside coincidentia oppositorum, a struggle to define personal and eternal truth in the balance of a living and dying moment."

 As a result of this thread of research, I decided the new album (one of the 4 recorded in October 2022) should indeed be entitled The Vale of Soul Making" 

 https://jeffgburekprojects.bandcamp.com/album/the-vale-of-soul-making

 Jeff Gburek. Featuring the poetry of William Blake & Stephen Ellis.

 

The following days I wrote poems and posts with poetic or philosophical, reflective content, as is my norm and I also noted, again, that I am not a magnet, not of great magnitude anyway, for LIKES OR LOVES and that my inability to garner readership or listeners did not matter one iota since I had the recent revelation that this writing was like singing, singing a song to myself, which is good, in and of itself, and that performing (externalization) in this theater of simulacral communications called SOCIAL MEDIA is in fact a very good way of making first drafts, statement that can in fact be elaborated upon, clarified, in my blog, moving, I hope, inexorably, slowly, towards creating the book or books I will eventually publish in the next few years, inshallah. So here are some of those poems and reflections, works in process. 

== 

 
MAYBE THE TREES?

who created the star broad enough to metabolize your oblivion?
search heaven for what star systems inform my body's electricity
and you will find several several specific binary tripolar eccentricities
convulvulus of wild fowl chases you across galaxies only to sleep in the guardian womb
photosynthetic caverns of leaves & the underground atelier
beavers, nutria, vivaporous tree-eater mammals
many a-thing eats down the chain
nature abhors any object, is what I mean
break it down for me. not so simple.
erosion is our star, orbitans,
lightning from jupiter
the shoreline of my mental systems shape-shifting
depends on the defiance of boundaries death compels
bringing things down to the minimal we others absorb
and I want to wail the reedy blues of the orbatids unsung
secret killer of grasses and manufacturer of soils
but after a certain intellectual treeline preconception dissolves
prosecco goes flat, the net goes down in the middle of the film
it's like meeting johnny depp too late in life for it to matter
yes, even jolie or jaylo! even shakira! maybe beyonce?
news comes in deflagration of war, raises the price 900 x
all that glitters comes up in body bags and nagual
shadows of meaning, blood-hounds rambling,
that box of coupons, lottery tickets and collage cuttings,
those 5 other guitars you never play, 250 bottles of nail polish,
all goes becky noddy as ballast to the overburdened seas
there's no time to play freebird, everybody's headed for the door
without coats until in the absolute outside kelvin degrees
demand the whole collapse of vital stars scatter brinkmanship
into skid-marks, skid-rows, scamper van grunge,
a survival sign in neon flashes
with the S gone dark
UR-VIVAL
UR-VIVAL
UR-VIVAL
on which form the Ozymandian ridge of sand
shifting in the off-light of post-nuptial
nautical twilight
blindly blinks
  &... despite knowing coffee is bad for me,
a cuppa'd be fine just now
rather than the corroded domes & megaphones of disaster
if only we had enough time the holy ghosts might save us
or maybe, given enough time, maybe the trees
spores, doors, reddy skirts be hangin
near the spruce
travelin' up the calves
 
 ==
 
music is freedom itself as dance living dying into mycomass always flowing
great hydras of terraforming cryptobiotic soil on the birthday of Arthur Rimbaud
mingling undulations siphoning idiosyncracy crapshoots
mon ultra somnolent itinerant cactus
my music never over
here but lion's mane mycelial
sporadic mutant blossom
ready now to dusk
as visions come to jacob boehme
far too early bohemian
fathoms of mothers gather their moss
build the braintree's leaves
prepared pinnacle
pineal acorn
nut squat
stored by squirrels
doffs its cap --
it's almost Spring
inside the Ice
 
==
 
     Wait for daylight but dance the darkness until then
 
One of my friends commented: 
 
"One can feel safe in the dark. Here it is eating the girl. Why?"
 
 

Bioluminescence!
---I answered:
      here's it the green darkness, the cast off light of photosynthesis. I don't know why. About anything. But that dance is the art of the greatest symbolic of all time because it engages all the faculties and leaves nothing behind. As it brings all things on physically forward, through the messages of one's own being, there in all contact with all others and unknowns...

Reflecting upon poetry and poets, I googled the name of Duncan McNaughton
 and found an intriguing statement by him and posted it, without quotation marks, to my FB wall
 
 "...Words do or don’t do the work of the poem—they are, as Jack Spicer said in his second letter to Lorca, “what we hold on with, nothing else.” The work of the poem, McNaughton writes, “is not in any sense a job for rhetoric, in order to gain efficacy of persuasion, to gain social affect i.e. power. . . . Language and discourse, specifically generated by the advent of writing itself, are in the agency of power. . . . It is like Alice Notley said, words aren’t language—they never were..."
 
A friend replied: Maybe I'm missing context here. What do you mean by "What we hold on with?" Sort of a passionate drive i.e. Lebenstrieb? And what are words then, if not sign symbols to communicate through "language"? And the last point: "Discourse or language can't be creative expression(s), as they are tools in domains of power as per your sources" or "single words don't make a language"? Will check these authors – sounds very interesting albeit cryptic due to the lack of framing.
 
 So, I had this to say. Well, first thing comes to mind is poets and how simply we know that we could never write (or even think) anything if it depended on grammar, just woids, theories of the sign, social approval, rhetoric -- all the linear framings of englightenment and post-enlightenment modes of reason and discourse. there is a passage from primo levi that comes to mind to me next where he describes one of his fellow inmates in auschwitz, known only by his number, null achtzehn, as the empty involocru of a insect blown by the wind but connected still to a rock by a single frail thread spun from it's own former body. that's where poetry allows for an almost superhuman power against the most inhumane forces imaginable. it remains cryptic because no one can explain it; and those who try to do so suffer the loss of a resource that perishes when exposed to certain forces of modernity -- like those freschi in the fellini movie -- poetry is not the image, the art, but the medium, the glue, the gluon in physics, that allows the pigments to cohere invisibly -- I wouldn't call it Lebenstrieb because it's not personal, it's not related to egoity nor corporal identity, not even to life so simply framed by one body or body of bodies -- I think a lot of people think it's like Chomsky's generative grammar or something but when I read his ideas about language, they don't seem to be covering the same field of energies. Well, that's the best I can come up with for the moment. Thanks for the question and for your curiosity
 
 Context perhaps helps to some degree (to provide my sense for it). For example, if you know that the poet Jack Spicer wrote his letters to Lorca in the 60's long after Lorca was dead and that Spicer lectured on magic and poetry used metaphors of mediumistic messaging services, like the radio in Cocteau's Orpheus film, maybe something of a pre-post-modern materialistic rhetoric based poetry can start to be seem in some depth of perspective. Poets often do not speak to nor need to speak to the living, alhough our use of material audible and visible to the living allows them to overhear our (often hit or miss) transmissions to one another. Some guiding principle in this.
 
This all lead me back to contemplating Olson's "the dead prey upon us for rest" and how this particular path in art where you are not creating works to convince the living people to some point of view, how the art of poetry and music in the service of the ecology of healing ancetral trauma for Seven Generations Forward and Seven Generations Back...how this is very different than being popular or influential politically --I wrote the following: 
 
 "if you tell people you are in coversation with the spirits of the other worlds, the dead, and listen to the voices of other species, you can remove a lot of the bullshit talk from your life. it's very liberating. we never made art only for people presently alive. I know very well after a decade or so of university education (and life among educated technician artists) how the idea won currency that art is about the here and now, your community, your human life, this materialistic paradigm, your techniques: it's is very easy to trace. and yet, all indigenous peoples had their universities of forests and mountains and seas and oceans. we all were once something like indigenous people, even nomadics. we owe our work more to the future and past works of the earth than we do to those whose sense of career inside capitalistic market paradigms prevent them from undestanding the scope the poetics we are bound to... because our happiness depends on expressing the truth"
 
 Afterwards I found this strange passage in an interview with Peter Sloterdijk
 
 
𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐎𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠
“I am absolutely a believer. Faith and life are synonymous functions. If you don't believe, you can't finish a sentence, for example. Speechlessness is the clearest sign of depression. In this respect, depression and disbelief converge. The title of my book "Nach Gott" (2017) was deliberately chosen to be ambiguous. The "nach" (after) can be read in a temporal sense: God is a thing in the past.
But "nach" also means "according to" or "as a result of". So we are at a fork in the road. There are increasing numbers of atheists today. Yet countless numbers still live under the religious umbrella.
God is still a key term for a psychosemantic immune system, a reference point for internal and external actions in an unsecured world. Nietzsche’s “God is dead” also hints at the continuing presence of God. The dead don't disappear completely, but have their place in the imaginary world. God lurks behind the hill, from there the living can sense him.
 
The divine eye, perpetually observing, dwells in modern man in the form of conscientious introspection. Moreover, strictly speaking, God cannot be dead. Organisms can die, but not God, for he is not a living being. So being dead is a metaphor for God's loss of meaning. But people still feel a longing for divine observation today – to be seen. A clear symptom is the social media and the communication mania that is revealed in it.
 
The vertical observation by God has been replaced by the horizontal observation by others whose gaze one surrenders to oneself. All of modern society, especially through modern communications technologies, has become a huge side observation context. In fact, people are gripped by a "reverse panic": While pre-modern people were still afraid of divine observation, modern people are not afraid to be seen. They crave it. They are constantly looking to get in touch with the kind of observation before which one's own existence flourishes."
 
(Edited and translated excerpt from interview with Sloterdijk on Deutschlandfunk Kultur radio program August 27, 2017 on the occasion of the publication of his book “Nach Gott”)
 
 
  On the Earth
 
Art? Go make an old growth forest and ask me to come to the opening!
 
 --- you will die before then! I will not waste my invitation, said someone.
 
--- but it depends depends on how deep you can go into the fecundity I guess... It's all a play of different tempi, different scales of time... Even in the park nearby there are trees 3 times my own age and they are still youngsters... Whereas the mites munching on the decaying leaves have tiny life cycles compared to even a dog or cats. It's all very funny. This thing called time
 
I will invite my body to feed the moment