Showing posts with label Nietzsche. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nietzsche. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 2, 2021

2a) Through a Glass Darkly

2a1) In the spirit of Nietzsche–the textual experience being user defined–here are three recent artifacts that share common threads. Honestly, I sense the golden thread more than I can articulate at the time of this post. Conclusions belong to the future, waiting to coalesce. But with the intent of marking the path in spacetime, here are some white stones to follow.


2a2) Among the forms of “moralistic mendaciousness” that Nietzsche attacked, none repulsed him more than the “ascetic ideal,” the pursuit of “poverty, humility, chastity.” Asceticism was “the harmful ideal par excellence,” for it justified suffering, turning it into a ritualized practice. In Nietzsche’s writing, the aristocratic priests with their “quack-cures” preached asceticism to channel the ressentiment of the dispossessed away from revolt. Asceticism enters “Heaven” through Kojima. We learn that the cheap clothes and humble appearance that mark her for suffering—“my signs,” she calls them—are, unlike the narrator’s eye, entirely self-willed. She has a rich stepfather, whom she despises; her poverty is affected, in solidarity with her biological father, who is virtually destitute and incapable of doing anything about it. Desperate to internalize his “beautiful weakness” as her own, she becomes obsessed with purity and self-abnegation. The narrator watches as she adds new “signs”: she stops eating and bathes less and less, turning into an uncanny, priestly figure, half saint, half monster. She is distraught when the narrator considers corrective surgery for his eye, arguing that he must learn to submit to his bullying:
We’re not just obeying, not anymore. We’re letting it happen. We know exactly what’s going on. We see it, and we let it happen. I don’t think that’s weakness at all. It’s more like strength.
Kojima’s preaching is parried by the bully Momose, the raging spirit of Nietzschean nihilism, ready to dismiss everything Kojima says as “total bullshit.” Good and bad, he tells the narrator, are values determined by the powerful. There is “no beautiful world where everyone thinks the same way,” no God or higher authority to redeem suffering as meaningful:
It’s just that some people can do things, and others can’t. There are things that they want to do and things that they don’t. Everyone has their own likes and dislikes. It couldn’t be any simpler. People do what they can get away with.
Blunt statements like these may come off as juvenile, but a certain immaturity is latent in Kawakami’s source material. “Altered is Zarathustra; a child has Zarathustra become,” Nietzsche writes approvingly, of the prophet’s manner of thought and speech. Like a child, he can think about ideas with divine frankness and unguarded simplicity. Untutored in self-deception, undisciplined by lifelong coercion and punishment in what Nietzsche calls “the morality of custom,” the child remains open to many different meanings of being good. Like the narrator’s eye, the figure of the child is a brilliant device, allowing Kawakami to get away with dissolving elemental ideas into the confusion of adolescent relationships.


2a3) To the extent that the powerless—however defined—are treated as deserving of greater advantage than the powerful, it seems natural that many will claim and aspire to be powerless. We should expect a commensurate increase in mental health cases amongst the young (who come of age under the principle of “equity”). Since mental health is, in part, a function of what we believe, it is inaccurate to say that an uptick in those claiming to suffer from mental health issues is an expression of fraud or self-deception. Rather, it is accurate to say that a society that grants glory to the inhibited will produce members who compete, paradoxically, for the glory of being incapable of achieving glory.
Zohar Atkins – What is Power? 


2a4) The power of mind is much greater than the power of body. Much, much greater. Our inner realm is a much vaster set of possibilities...and the realm of other human minds is a vaster set of possibilities than even other human bodies. 


2a5a) The effect of Taraza’s words startled Odrade. She correctly interpreted the threat but fear left her, spilling out as though it were water poured from a jug. For the first time in her life, Odrade recognized the precise moment of crossing a dividing line. This was a line whose existence she thought few of her Sisters suspected. As she crossed it, she realized that she had always known it was there: a place where she could enter the void and float free. She no longer was vulnerable. She could be killed but she could not be defeated.
Frank Herbert – Heretics of Dune

2a5b) This is obviously out of context if you're not familiar with Herbert's work. Suffice it to say this is one of my favorite passages in the Dune series. Saturated, as I am with Nietzsche as melange, I have a hard time distinguishing what was intentionally Nietzschean in Herbert's work, and what was merely just him tuning into the same wavelength. Which I suppose is the very point of this post. The glass of experience is foggy, filtered, opaque. What matters if we agree on specifics of tone if the harmonic resonance puts us in chorus? All that matters is that like Darwi Odrade above, we seek until we are released into that void where we suffer death, but never defeat. 



5a) Daily Zen

No Excuses: Existentialism and the Meaning of Life 
5a1a) Robert Solomon on Existentialism, Waking Life (2001) – Director: Richard Linklater



 

Thursday, May 20, 2021

2a) All Watched Over By Machines of Loving Grace

 2a1) “This, however, all poets believe: that whoever pricks up his ears as he lies in the grass or on lonely slopes will find out something about those things that are between heaven and earth. And when they feel tender sentiments stirring, the poets always fancy that nature herself is in love with them; and that she is creeping to their ears to tell them secrets and amorous batteries; and of this they brag and boast before all mortals.        
    “Alas, there are so many things between heaven and earth of which only the poets have dreamed."
Thus Spoke Zarathustra Second Part, On Poets – Nietzsche, Walter Kaufmann - Translator


2a2) 
I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.

I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.

I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.

All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace – Richard Brautigan


2a3)
All Watched Over By Machines of Loving Grace - The Use and Abuse of Vegetational Concepts (2011), Adam Curtis, Director


2a4) 
O wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here! 
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world 
That has such people in’t!
The Tempest Act V, Shakespeare


2a5) "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." Arthur C. Clarke


2a5) "... about four hundred years previously, the state of mechanical knowledge was far beyond our own, and was advancing with prodigious rapidity, until one of the most learned professors of hypothetics wrote an extraordinary book (from which I propose to give extracts later on), proving that the machines were ultimately destined to supplant the race of man, and to become instinct with a vitality as different from, and superior to, that of animals, as animal to vegetable life. So convincing was his reasoning, or unreasoning, to this effect, that he carried the country with him and they made a clean sweep of all machinery that had not been in use for more than two hundred and seventy-one years (which period was arrived at after a series of compromises), and strictly forbade all further improvements and inventions" 
Samuel Butler – Erewhon 


2a7)
Ultravox "I Want to Be A Machine"

Sunday, May 16, 2021

4a) Song of Nietzsche

I started a joke
Which started the whole world crying
But I didn't see
That the joke was on me, oh no

I started to cry
Which started the whole world laughing
Oh, if I'd only seen
That the joke was on me

I looked at the skies
Running my hands over my eyes
And I fell out of bed
Hurting my head from things that I'd said

'Til I finally died
Which started the whole world living
Oh, if I'd only seen
That the joke was on me

I looked at the skies
Running my hands over my eyes
And I fell out of bed
Hurting my head from things that I'd said

'Til I finally died
Which started the whole world living
Oh, if I'd only seen, oh yeah
That the joke was on me, oh no
That the joke was on me
Oh, no, no, no
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