There Are No Issues
There Are No Issues
“There are no issues. There is no such thing as sexism, fascism, speciesism…there exists only the totality, which subsumes all those illusory ‘issues’ into the complete falsity of its discourse, thus rendering all opinions…into mere thought-commodities to be bought and sold. And this totality is itself an illusion, an evil nightmare from which we are trying (through art, or humour, or by other means) to awaken”
Immediatism by Hakim Bey (AK Press, 1994)
As we redden into our lives we become aware of the possibility of being alive outside of the totality of the spectacle, the term hijacked by Guy Debord to explain the homogenizing power of our painful self-consciousness and media narcissism. We begin to feel, like the sea wind on our face as we first turn the corner of the coastal road toward the immensity of the resting blue, the beginning of an inner movement as our individuality feels its own potential to be, within the force of the Soul of the World. In feeling this Soul current, within and without us, we enter into the stream with a passion, an increasingly bold surrender to the flow of life itself.
This itself is a movement towards truth that is without ego negation (another false whitening fantasy) and therefore that begins to bridge the subject-object split that has dominated western thought. In this way western experience can begin to approach the causal depth of eastern thought without the apparent stagnation that form of thinking can affect at times on a material level. To compare western and eastern thought could lead to another cul-de-sac of dualism; suffice it to say that in the reddening the evolving human is free to bring the passion of their individuality toward the mystery of truth. A truth that so palpably overwhelms and replenishes said individuality even as it threatens (perpetually) to annihilate it.
Indeed at this point of departure, a telos or ‘death-posture’, as we stare into the sand, the dust from which we came and will return, we encounter the first real possibility of existing at all. As our potential for being alive seems to flicker and fade we can paradoxically enjoy for a moment, a supernal moment, who we really are.
Landmark
A fixed moment; no touch,
No gesture that would still any memory
No words could stabilize this kindling air
No wings beat out of silence:
And you escape
As the candle flame escapes the wind
As God escapes when they bow their heads to pray.
I was 19 years old when I wrote the above poem. It was to mark the beginning of my writing, and therefore the endeavour to explore and shape my identity in a conscious fashion. Paradoxically it also expresses my deep, often unconscious, understanding that such an act of creative ideation was born from mystery. It is within the powerful tides of this mystery that all issues are shown to be no more than the play of light upon the waters. A play of great intensity when you absorb yourself within it, a play of utter transparency if you step back just a small step…and if were to sink one’s consciousness deep deep into the wisdom of the waters…what then?
Mark Jones
IMAGES: Anonymous Situationist Cartoon lifted from Uncarved.org , Aàos recovers from the Death Posture by Austin Osman Spare (1923).
“There are no issues. There is no such thing as sexism, fascism, speciesism…there exists only the totality, which subsumes all those illusory ‘issues’ into the complete falsity of its discourse, thus rendering all opinions…into mere thought-commodities to be bought and sold. And this totality is itself an illusion, an evil nightmare from which we are trying (through art, or humour, or by other means) to awaken”
Immediatism by Hakim Bey (AK Press, 1994)
As we redden into our lives we become aware of the possibility of being alive outside of the totality of the spectacle, the term hijacked by Guy Debord to explain the homogenizing power of our painful self-consciousness and media narcissism. We begin to feel, like the sea wind on our face as we first turn the corner of the coastal road toward the immensity of the resting blue, the beginning of an inner movement as our individuality feels its own potential to be, within the force of the Soul of the World. In feeling this Soul current, within and without us, we enter into the stream with a passion, an increasingly bold surrender to the flow of life itself.
This itself is a movement towards truth that is without ego negation (another false whitening fantasy) and therefore that begins to bridge the subject-object split that has dominated western thought. In this way western experience can begin to approach the causal depth of eastern thought without the apparent stagnation that form of thinking can affect at times on a material level. To compare western and eastern thought could lead to another cul-de-sac of dualism; suffice it to say that in the reddening the evolving human is free to bring the passion of their individuality toward the mystery of truth. A truth that so palpably overwhelms and replenishes said individuality even as it threatens (perpetually) to annihilate it.
Indeed at this point of departure, a telos or ‘death-posture’, as we stare into the sand, the dust from which we came and will return, we encounter the first real possibility of existing at all. As our potential for being alive seems to flicker and fade we can paradoxically enjoy for a moment, a supernal moment, who we really are.
Landmark
A fixed moment; no touch,
No gesture that would still any memory
No words could stabilize this kindling air
No wings beat out of silence:
And you escape
As the candle flame escapes the wind
As God escapes when they bow their heads to pray.
I was 19 years old when I wrote the above poem. It was to mark the beginning of my writing, and therefore the endeavour to explore and shape my identity in a conscious fashion. Paradoxically it also expresses my deep, often unconscious, understanding that such an act of creative ideation was born from mystery. It is within the powerful tides of this mystery that all issues are shown to be no more than the play of light upon the waters. A play of great intensity when you absorb yourself within it, a play of utter transparency if you step back just a small step…and if were to sink one’s consciousness deep deep into the wisdom of the waters…what then?
Mark Jones
IMAGES: Anonymous Situationist Cartoon lifted from Uncarved.org , Aàos recovers from the Death Posture by Austin Osman Spare (1923).
posted by Yourmindfire at Wednesday, June 14, 2006
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