K.O. 4 Cupid
The systems of beliefs were circling in me, synthesising the parallel realities from the galaxies of resonant ontically-potent fragments, at the maximum flexibility of dance of semiotically-integrating arms between the detail and the whole. The meaning of the smallest move of grain of sand in my life was available to me in the ultraviolet completion of meanings in the renormalisation spiral of saṃsāra, freely flowing into some other, yet unknown, system of cognitive categories of intersubjective semiotic universe-crafting (as a type theoretic system equipped with an emergent geometric dual; Durkheim, Fleck, Granet, and Kuhn should be read in parallel to Brouwer, Chwistek, Heyting, and Kripke), such as, e.g., Buddhism (but which one?), or – let’s say (after a pause, sprinkled with mycelium of distrust), – Gnosticism of XIIIth Century (with the fermented remains of Cathars' movement that became the muted breeding ground for anti-holist pre-foundation of the scientific revolution, Enlightenment, and Modernism ultimately)
Our infatuation wishes to exceed the darkness after the Decline of the West, – but where is the light? And where to go?... Is it a call for a radical love? Maybe not... I feel the taste of the last pill of postfoucaultian-postbaudrillardian pataphysical phantasy, the snake weave of ∞-isomorphism between chaos and cosmos.
You are my very sweet wild geometry, an emergent resonance of the ocean, a beautiful mare. We are in the new old time of timelessness of our lives. We were always there, this is just a spiral,... and yet another kaleidoscope of systems and techniques of recursive weaving of the so-called real from the crown ćakra, instead of just having some cheap visuals, and, whip, whip, whip, some more sage.
These Hungarian lips tempt me, but I listen the voices from the abyss.
Hope. Silence. Delight. From Bacchus to Christ. And sometimes back again.
Strange resonances of ākāśic gates. I can enter you, but will I enter the Room?
I can take off the mask from the statue, but will the stone speak?
Stone cold crazy
Be here now
Earth awakens by tear.
6.3.16, Waterloo, Ontario; transl. from Polish