the traumatic demise of a hotel on acid…

“Alienation is a foundational claim in Marxist theory. Hegel described a succession of historic stages in the human Geist (Spirit), by which that Spirit progresses towards perfect self-understanding, and away from ignorance. In Marx’s reaction to Hegel, these two, idealist poles are replaced with materialist categories: spiritual ignorance becomes alienation, and the transcendent end of history becomes man’s realisation of his species-being; triumph over alienation and establishment of an objectively better society.”

in the following clip from ‘fear and loathing in las vegas’ with johnny depp, several themes are developed. one being a notion of normative behaviour. as in, there is an over all assumption that social behaviour is metaphysical and categorized. that one’s essence is determined by how they act, talk, walk, use their eyes, and ultimately in the way the interact with others. in fact, if someone does not follow these rules they tend to be marginalized, rejected and alienated because they did/do not fill certain criteria. in sense, the one being alienated is the one who lies out of the symbolic order (the world). in the alienation of the other is the salvation of the other because they are rejected by the one’s who support the symbolic order and are therefore outside of the constructed reality.

however, just the opposite occurs for the one who alienates, they are deeper entrenched in their arrogance and ignorance, they ultimately fall prey to the spiritual dogma of the self-preservation of the ego (the constructed self). and in this moment defend nothing more than the evil that hides behind the idealistic self. the idealistic self searches only for the ideal because it attempts to conceal it lacks at the deepest level of the soul. it seeks salvation from itself and so it either seeks to consume/eradicate the other and make it like themselves or completely reject them. this is also racism, denominationalism, tribal terrorism and so on. a defense of the act of alienation is the greatest of errors, because in the hope for creating a society of norms, the most abnormal are the one’s who seek normalcy and reject everyone who does not fit the cookie-cutter design. this is why Zizek states that ‘only one fantasy can survive in a room with many fantasies’ meaning that eventually normalization will occur because of the dogmatism behind ideology.

censorship is that which denies anyone the ability to speak, it is not that you cannot say certain things, but rather it is the pervasive act of speech itself that offends censorship. censorship defines itself as that which is a policing agent against offensive matieral against the masses. however, it presents itself as a self-mediated entity, but in reality is perverse big other that seeks to mediate through the religion of normalcy.this is why wikileaks was such a big deal, because it upset the normalcy, it disrupted ‘reality’ as everyone knew it. this is also why the nebulous nature of the current ‘occupy movement’ frustrates most people, because they are not offering conventional answers, which tends to be defined by a majority and also that which emerges out of the modern methodology. censorship fears speech, because speech that is true, will the need for censorship.

in socialism is the idea that society work together for a better goal, and not that we have to give up what we believe or uphold but in the name of which we believe we defend the benefit of the other, of the alienated, even at the risk of losing socially normative behaviours/ethics.

in the greek there is a notion known as grace, one definition is the ‘attraction to something beautiful’. attraction is spontaneous, it erupts when one least expects it. it is the libidinal energy and search for jouissance (enjoyment) that drives the ontology of grace. if it is spontaneous, then it naturally disrupts the normative (that which is stayed, historical and contractual). it denies one access to the constructed self and in a sense brings a sort of death to alienation. there is not enough grace. this is why racism is still present today. this is immigration is such a hot topic, because the nation is afraid of that which is alienation.

that which is other is traumatic. because an experience of trauma (the word itself means ‘wound’) is something that comes outside of the subject and permeates itself through any outer protection and throws the subject off guard. the other is a wound and creates for the masses that reject it. this is why it is called alien-nation. that which is foreign to the masses. that which is foreign to the historical structures in place.

in the clip, the hotel represents the normalization of community. the structure in place. its quite fitting the clip itself is titled ‘hotel on acid’, as we can see it is hunter s thompson (depp) who is the one who physically took the drug, but the one’s receiving the after-effects are the pedestrians. acid, as you can see, is a fantasy-inducing drug, it distorts reality. and yet, the one’s distorted are the one’s depp meets and interacts with. when he stares into the mirror back onto himself, this is the only moment he sees himself and we the viewer see no distortion as if to claim that he is really the only normal one there. it’s as if he has entered hell and charon (aka, the ferryman) (del toro) is the one who is leading him out and away from the hell of normative behaviour.

the hotel itself is the structure, the historical vicar who commends to his congregation that this is they way one behaves. yet, the true addicts and distorted heathens are the one’s who have given themselves over to the narcotic dichotomy and winning/losing. in this is the irony that when they win something, they are getting deeper into the psyche of the hotel and ‘playing the game’ to win (playing by rules) and when they lose, they ultimately lose even more of a sense of reality and fall prey to banality (the narcotic of losing and then playing ‘just one more time’ in case there is a chance of winning).

once we remove structures in place (including the ‘historical’ idea of ‘place’) we then find the other awaiting our embrace, or even moreso, we await the embrace of the other…

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why we need absurdity.

Jack Rabbit Hole


1550s, from Fr. absurde, from L. absurdus “out of tune” – out of propriety

life doesn’t make sense, but then again that is extremely cliche, but true. we get taught at an early age to ‘fix’ things. we learn that through our toys that the square peg doesn’t go in the round . that the colors are meant to match. that clothes are supposed to coordinate. we learn that if they don’t, its absurd. its improper.

we get brainwashed into thinking we are all made to be and think the same.

then we join certain communities, groups, friends, churches that somehow teach us all to think the same. believe the same. we get entrenched into a way of life where when things don’t follow the patterns we get taught then we think something is wrong with life.

absurdity teaches us we don’t have to be . absurdity teaches us that when life it out of tune, its more than okay. it empowers us to see that maybe a square-peg can fit into a round hole. that maybe ambiguity is a good thing. absurdity draws us back into the mystery. absurdity allows us to ask questions that others might not think we should. absurdity allows us to confess that we don’t have all the answers. we need more absurd politicians, , historians and etc. absurdity draws us into curiosity with a child-like fervor. it draws us into expressive creativity that are constantly re-drawing the boundaries. it allows us all to be out of tune. and that we shouldn’t have to feel bad or inadequate if we are. it allows us to see the world in a whole new light, along with one another. absurdity allows to see that love can really change everything. that love is salvation. that love heals. that love transforms. absurdity breaks the chains of sameness. absurdity allows us to be broken and accept that that is alright. absurdity allows us to draw outside the lines and demonstrate another aspect of our divinity. it also allows us to not take ourselves so seriously, to laught at ourselves, to parody ourselves. to hold what we say and do in light reverie, but deep reverance.
absurdity can change the world. we have to start by accepting that what isn’t might lead us down the hole and bring us into a world where the impossible becomes possible. dream in !

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love is all of the above: a poem

happy valentines day - pink gerbera with a heart of chocolate!

love. unsettling. confusing.

dying to ourselves, placing our egos

on the shelf, for someone elses’ wealth

love. upside down. ambigious flavors.

belief. see. mirage. flee. return.

love, all of above.

treason. retreat. doubt. push & pull.

love, do it all over again.

memories of childhood. pure. innocent.

drinkable love. by .

carpe diem love.

, powerless, , .

the world. surrender to the angst-ridden

silence. love.

love is all of the above.

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youre more like a poet than a song

Day 106 - I am a librarian

laced with drips of

i don’t need a reason

just another season of

a kiss, then some money

then i do it all over again

what if i read whole thing

and youre more like a poet than a song?

than we could

like lovers in a

and the world will be okay

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the less answers i claim.

Portrait of an articulated skeleton on a bentwood chair

( is a follow-up to ‘why i question’)

the more i don’t know, the more god can teach me. the less answers i claim, the more room for God there is.  the more unsure i am leaves more room for surprise. the more willing i am to give up things like theology, church language, christianity, and the jesus’s of opinion, the more of a much wanted prisoner of mystery i become. the less uncomfortable i become with letting go, the more there is room for the divine to fill me. the more divine i become, the less attached to being right i need to be. the more elusive faith becomes, the more i am willing to chase after it. the more fragmented the world becomes, the more i want to find ways to heal it. the more aware i am of my ignorance, the more i am filled with a desire to learn but still remain hungry. the more i write the less i know. the more i speak the less valuable my words become. and the more i drink in the moments of life are the moments that drink me in. the more after i i run, the less christian i become. the more i , the less ‘tireder’ my feet are. the less i struggle and strife, the more i become god’s wife. the more i accept this freedom, the freer i become. the more that is out past beyond the borders, the further i want to go. and the more i am told not, is the more i want to unwrap these chains and go.

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till it all falls…

Fragments

till it falls

the of a forgotten tomorrow

till the world falls down

the dreams of a remembered yesterday

fragments of warring peace

the of a world at release

rain, in drops, like hope waiting for a phone call

we surmise, we pillage, and we plunder

we take, we fake, and and is undercover

a requiem for the one-dimensional

a melodic ode to the doubtful

and we , and , till the

world falls down

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the story house

it was one of those houses that had a . it used to be stories. but the last owner decided to downsize, they had a big family. one that had to eat breakfasts on rotations. one of the kids grew up to be an author-turned-recluse who now lives in the mountains of Montana. their daughter lizzie is getting her doctorate in humanitarian . she believes the world could be a better place. and their youngest jake just had their 2nd child, unfortunately he has had to remarry because his first wife kirsty had died during childbirth. it was a tragedy that he still feels when no one else is looking. he carries around a handkerchief and claims he has a chronic nasal drip, but everyone he meets can see the scar on his heart, it is a lot bigger to those who don’t know him because for some reason, pain is easier to hide over time with close friends who have gotten used to. i think we hide a lot of things. like the house. there are stories you wouldn’t believe that happened there, but you would have to live in the house to find the stories. you can’t a about them. they wanted to chronicle all of the pain and redemption that happened there, but all of the ended up boycotting the publisher who decided against the work being put to paper, they cited that it was because of some minute clause in their about restoring history. everyone in town knew why it really happened…

we all have our stories that we would like to hide. that we would like to keep . that still keep the lights on all night. that still keep the boards around. but these stories are important to let out. for our development. for the development of others. and to and to promote intimacy and vulnerability. without these stories there is no connection. no truth exchanged.

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