2 intoxicated in the heavy perfume

MP3: INTOXICATED IN THE HEAVY PERFUME

The images are from my own camera,  The text embedded in the images are excerpts from a two hundred page work that consists of long passages of automatic writing which have been continuously cut, pasted, and rewritten uncountably many times over the last ten years. While particular plots, characters, and settings, often autobiographical, served as the seed text, whenever any coherent meaning seemed to suggest itself, I broke apart the existing passage and redistributed the different sentences throughout the remainder of the work. A compulsive preoccupation for filling hours and hours of time.  Eventually I will use one of those do it yourself bookmaking sites and have a version of it, just the text, as a book on a shelf. 

I do not expect that there will be a direct relationship between the prose within the images and the text of this blog itself. Both of them arise from imagining that common sense ideas about how words acquire their meaning may be false.   Both of them arise from the vague intuition, almost certainly misleading, that the discovery of new techniques for using symbols and language could somehow directly transform the here and now of reality.

This present account is motivated by an attempt to interpolate the words of my own stream of consciousness through and about recently encountered text...The desire to manipulate words; the compulsion to temporarily engage in some sort of definite relationship with the world by arranging an account of words, I don't know that it really bears up very well to moral scrutiny. Especially when it involves the pretense of literature, a reference to literature.   And by "moral" here I might simply be referring to individual happiness.  Focusing on words may very well be antagonistic to happiness.  But that is the way I am going to proceed.

I have a mania for rewriting and consequently will never definitely publish anything. If you are reading this for the first time, let me explain to you that there will be no new posts. Rather, I am only going to attempt to develop the ideas that are presented here into something that will strive for increasing clarity with every revision. This is a linear essay. So the typical temporal format of standard blog markup is not being used here. As my conclusions are not yet soundly fixed; the entries towards the end become progressively more vague...Of all of the things that reality imposes upon me, engaging in this monologue is certainly the most significant in the sense a context for being blunt and direct.  That might make certain convictions or intuitions inaccessible, but, for this text at least, it is the style of the inquiry.

In my youth, I took a few years in university circles of philosophy.  Earned a minor degree it it... attracted, towards the end of that time, to inquiries about the truth and nature of arithmetic. This subject seemed to offer a degree of rigor and a narrowness of ambiguity that most other philosophical problems lack.  Since mathematical concepts can be defined with a lot more precision than those from ethics, or aesthetics, or religion, or metaphysics.  On my retirement, however,  the end result was that I left feeling there was something theatrical about the state of mind with which philosophical inquiry takes place.  What might seem depth was ultimately just another surface.  Just as someone could say: "He who hesitates is lost." He could just as well say: "Look before you leap." Perspectives are contained within the phrases, texts, or accounts, and the best system of thought would be merely to articulate various contradictory positions,  These perspectives can be used as roles or tools within which certain situations can be confronted. Ultimately, however, someone's attraction to one perspective rather than another is beyond justification or explanation.