here you have another expression of great mekong waterfall
it reminds me of the stone of claims, near the siloam pond, old ur sha lim
a place where you could leave something that you have found (out)
isnt it 'i'll just leave it here'' one of the reasons for the existence of internet?
so, as this place is my work, my service for the community
perhaps someone will find it useful.
i do not believe in finders - keepers rule much
the tree as ure is ours, we need to take care of it
so this, being the #savetheearth - place; why do i even write anything here?
u see, i be live in writing and reading, as a constant mirror of our common mind
so i have trust that although i find my humble existence a droplet in our ocean
yet: ocean is made of droplets, a symphony is made of notes, a forrest from trees
sure, you may laugh at these, they seem so childish in a dog eat dog world yet:
since when we have become so cynical and sarcastic?
since when "the distance" or the mockery, the sit-com behaviour are of value?
new image culture is just bringing all of our existence down
to a pi xel man age ment of our own diss play and re sollution
and pixels are so easily manipulated
among the popular theories that treat about it
i like the society of spectacle by guy debord, you can watch it here or there
if you like listening, it is also here
i guess there are always some
spectacles we watch the world
through and true and truth
now, the waterfall:
was shot through ir filter, this, one may argue, is a raster over the true image
in fact it is. and it is unreverseable, because i used a physical lens as a layer
the matrix, of my camera ;p is always another layer of my work, so is my framing
through how many of these layers do we watch the world we experience? idk
yet, i wish my being to have some awareness and choice over that filtering
so i do what i do, and i write what i write, because i feel this choice is essential
layers bare the immanent & inherent function of covering the previous one
that is how laying is connected to lying
the conn action of above was the first eng leash puzzle i encountered as a child
why these two are so closely homonymic and homophonic? i wondered.
as i write all of these in the code of the english codex
i feel obliged to "lay it down", how murky our common speech is
whoever tried to read master shake spear in origin all, knows
how hard it is to swimmm trough each page of his dramas
this l'angu'age is barely re cognisable; and that is a classic, right?
i guess not many make the attempt nowadays, it is worth a shot, i swear
so, supposedly, this were the beginnings of XVII century, not such a long time ago
the text was written for the public, the masses, the common folk of london theatre
why does it seem so distant and unrecogisable?
this difference, between todays english and william's is not as big as some other:
english language spelling reform
or middle english, casually abbreviated to ME (sic!)
not to mention the old english
it is worth to mention, the second millennium was a time when magic, divination well it was the science before the science, like alchemy, really practical knowledge
and most of it was based on language as a command and of vibrational influence s
so transforming the language these guys knew what they were doing
when you deep dive into the complex hiss story of the code
you notice that it is full of state imposed, administrative reforms
and these were huge, read or watch along if you wish;
it is worth the effort
it makes this means of communication deeply controlled medium of discourse
and as has been proven by many, starting from noble ferdinand de saussure
through the classic works of mars hall mc lu han ( solo? ;p )
who made one, commonly known, undisputed observation:
"the medium is the message"
meaning that a lot of the transmitted message depends heavily on the medium
therefore, anything that i try to con'vey here, is in'terrnally core rupted
none the less, i feel that having the imp errial code, acts also to our advantage
to a cere tain ex tent, as long as we believe that the intention of the messages
so here i am
putting on display crude motion pictures with attachment of simple questions
defending the lan guag e against the meta culture of image meta-reality
all of this is given in english code, that i claim is itself not a real language
the plateau of english is just the entry hall to the rab bit hole of layers; or is it liers?
well, this is, as i said my work, as an anthropologist, to talk about culture, assist
in the infra mode of the play that we play, it is only fun, is it not: life?
as the traditional "meta" seems to be branded by the sugar mountain inc.
shall we all jump into the new corporate gui guise misguide of miss erry?
i would not like that, looking at it quite suspiciously
yet like in the academic meme - 'change my mind', using an argument, please
the stone of claims is, i guess, not so big
the stone of claims, message in a bottle, a lighthouse, smoke signs etc
they are symbols close to my heart and mind, as i feel i & we...
we have been robbed of something?
something was and is being taken from us;
a great legacy, marvellous art and knowledge
the in telli gence, that is the ability to use language,
read and write communicate over timespace from one "now" into another
in te ligence set in motion, not only potential but kinetic = alive
therefore i write these random notes of questions of reality, life, world
'cause world=word as it has been uttered and universe is a verse
the interaction with chat gpt
we should stand a chance
of being literate and inteligent
the language is the basic
the language is the culture
the thought is dressed in language
that is what binds us together
and gpt's - what they how they add or do to our unfathomable experience of being?
i guess, this thinking - talking - discussing - writing - arguing the argu ment
is something more than just numbers and numerics, so helpful in organising, stuff
so as my naïve endeavour to show a copy to help preserve the original experience is
it fits well the idea, that image is not all there is
and the come back to sheer image&sensual culture is cul-de-sac
i feel like the alexandrine library was burning throughout my whole life
i feel that we are loosing a lot in this fire
and do not see what it is that we are gaining in return.
are we? individually & collectively
having more and more fun?
feeling calm, safer each year?
being more concious as much as we all wish?
building a better place for the next generations?
we should be
water from a waterfall could help to extinguish the fire
the might of our common cool mind & marvel of our hearts
will create beautiful lives for the next generations of man
information and energy encoded in water and carbon
a miss terry of the temp'le we inhabit
for stones we are timelapses
we are just a timelapse for stones
we are centers of the universe
there is no shame in that
simple & brave life
it worth preserving