Monat: Juli 2012

Calmness in silence?

My individual condition: Nihilism → Indolence → Existentialism → conscious radical conformism (maybe transcending conformity and revolutionism alike. If so, not my achievement, but the non-intentional effect of the situation).

Being the fat-faced dutchman. Indolent and busy. And still enjoy inwardly – and maybe show this sympathy as an element of defending, in the case of need: When the Heligoland fisherman smiles. [Compare: Heinrich Heine – „Ludwig Börne: A Memorial“.]

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King Joseph or a phase of republicanism at the FIFA?

Am I the only one who thinks that Joseph Blatter is a corresponding representative of the football organisating association FIFA? Should he stay until the FIFA changed structurally? Maybe, but maybe that would take too long.

Now there’s a new scandal within and perceived outside the FIFA. Is Joseph Blatter still acceptable as its president?

I say: yes (with a small y, for pragmatism and the acting-sphere, not the ideal-sphere). This is a structural (not a moral) assessment.

Long April (summer) varieties

I like autumn and spring. I also like all of the four seasons as I like variety. So, a summer would be nice too.
Somehow I like this years (so far) Very long April-Summer. It’s a mixture of spring-temperatures, wind and (fortunately mostly relatively clement) storms, hefty or continual rain and a suddenly reappaering sunniness.
As a presage for ‚global cooling‘ I am certainly afraid of this weather on the abstract and spiritual level. But as a concrete phenomenon it’s quite fascinating. Although ‚the weather‘ is also classical small-talk, it can be watched, felt and lived with (and against). Hopefully we will still be able to cope with the weather and stand each other. Sometimes distant (us inside the house etc.), sometimes more direct – running around naked, dancing and swimming and lying on the genderless earth.

Oh, now it’s raining again. After only a short break rain came back. To me, it is nice to watch and hear the rain pouring or rippling (and sometimes it can be a concrete or abstract enjoyment) – as long as I know that there will a change and dryness will come again. So that the earth, in concrete our soils, our platforms for life (with their social stages etc.) and the constructions upon it, will not be washed away completely (as some eco- or christian- or other -religious people may speak out for).

Let the sunshine in – it’s the inner weather that counts. As long as there is a concrete outside weather we can, as humans and setting ideology aside, deal with.

The Texas Deviance Potential

I like the (term) „Lone Star State“. To me, it symbolizes Lonerism, still being an element, (but) with the potential to individuality, and the possibility to think of the following as life-given parallels (or as compatible union?): Individualism and abstract holism. [Concrete community is another experience realm.] A Loner’s nickname is given to the (abstract construction but also concretely inhabited) state of Texas. Is this justified? Can there be a state (of mind) which gives the imagination of peculiarity a practical meaning? Maybe we can think of it this way (or at least ‚as if‘). The one in a Union, a community of the nanny, manny, granny and fanny, sometimes up and sometimes swanny, states (of the Union). There is: Open range. Space for fears, but also Retreat and Guardedness through the wideness and dispersion etc.. (Plus) Some bodacious agglomerations, as settlement points – (at least abstractly) unplanned conglomerations in the unsettledness. Lost, placed and cast-off in the landscape, in the huge areas of the hinterland. Hot and big, cultivations and cities between emptiness, potential(s) for fantasy? Inhabited and linked with the other worlds, but still not world? Not philosophically intentional detached from the world either. Just there? And idiosyncratic.
Texas, the Loner. As one Loner. Dallas, its Queen? A state for strongmen and -women. For Cowboys and farmhands. Live with the Prairie and domesticated nature. Still possibly (Existentialistically said: Make it happen!) also (constructable as) a refuge – for deviations (of different kinds), and with places and niches to sprinkle the nihilist basis space (aka fill and live life) in another way.

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Un état stable par l’indolence

 

«Abstrait et concret: Je ne sais pas. Mais dans les faits, il me faut opter pour quelque chose. Je ne peux rien savoir. Et je le sais (ne plus) (ou je suis en état d’efficacement ignorer que c’est un paradoxe). Cela peut être la secret. Pour la vie dans L’Arcadiá – ou au moins en Silentia. Mais ça aussi, on ne sait pas. Je ne sais pas.

En quête de l’indolence. Ne pas agir indolent, mais être à un niveau d’impassibilité. Peut-être c’est impossible. Comme l’Hollandais dans Heinrich Heine – Über Ludwig Börne, chapitre 2:

Mon voisin qui habite en dessous de moi, n’est ni nationaliste ni piétiste, mais un Hollandais. Il est indolent et beurré comme le fromage avec lequel il fait le commerce. Rien ne peut le mettre en mouvement, il est l’image de la tranquillité sobre, et même quand il parle avec ma logeuse de son sujet favori – le salage du poisson – sa voix persiste dans la monotonie la plus étale.“

N’est-il pas l’un des personnes les plus heureuses du monde?»

«Ooo, tu philosophes. Écoutez! Un malin insigne.»

«Fuck you!»

«C’est pas indolent.»

«Vrai! J’encore exerce. Le stoïcisme supérieure n’est pas quelque chose pour des débutants.»