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world emergency working piece Please read.. feedback greatly appreciated. Below is a draft for one of three pieces that I am currently researching and drafting. More Even Still (Draft 2.3) opening excerpt: What opportunity - to tremble, all of us, at once. To tremble because of this tremor. Our own; this action or event was a quake we made but did not foresee. Lacking desire, unity or identity, this generous action we split up into twos or threes with foreshocks and mainshocks and aftershocks, we give it names with minutes and seconds and with descriptions, inhabited by our fears and comforts at having apparently escaped it. This action remains our own an opportunity to wake up. |
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Be sure: rich memories remain. Not seen, still there, some one else. It is always becoming worse for some one or some thing, elsewhere. Our own sense of mass loss, severe and urgent, disturbingly contrasts with the obscene lack that robs others of any such sense of loss. This has been going on for some time now: my world is in a state of emergency. The hope is in is the difficulty, the tremor; the fixed obsession and the paradox, it is in the catastrophe. And even more still; the hope is the catastrophe of time which, at every point if there ever were a point, this time waits patiently for us to capture it and to direct its future which always awaits us ever unknown. But the future never arrives and it will always still bring catastrophe. Just as my experience dies through and through. Think impossible ideals; phantom (inter)active promises: pursue the impossible: something (span) good might still come. |
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... Another reminder, another default: might not the Universe come to stop? But this stopping would be neither a future catastrophe nor stillness nor a lack, for lack and catastrophe is that non-still non-motion, our present is always late, divided, different, delayed. This time; a contemplation of the richness of memory, it remains arriving late and failing to wait. Through it we can take our world seriously, as we move the mind broadly, towards attention and action. Know your place, encircled by loss; remember those other plights you have always known about, here and there. Our whole world is in a state of emergency. Spare a thought afar - spare your thoughts - escape the tremor by moving widely, in all directions So I am guilty of consitently and systematically sacrificing, and to what cannot bean acceptable extent, the lives, health, comforts and rights of others, barely alive and somewhere not nearby, for the sake of the gratification of my deceptively immediate desires, my hungers or thirsts, attractions or distractions, for Seinfeld and for a laugh. Have I done enough homework? Ever failing and rife with faults, I feel a definite anxiety, but with my gaze widening. Be sure, don't sacrifice your livelihoods and don't stop laughing. But do wake up, with intention, this time. New Zealand promises. What does it promise? This cannot be promise but, always, such a promise could only be a fantastic dream - a fantasy - a phantom promise, a utopia so dystopic it could not possibly come, but towards which we must decide to act. ... Something drove most of us, morning, off the bed wondering for our lives. But oh what wonder are the lives of others. |
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lol although no one seems to be bothered it is there now: |
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Is the tremor a birth or a destructive act? I'm garnering an artistic arrival something akin to the birth of a new sound. Then the tremor takes an ominous turn. Did we loose something when the "sound" arrived? Did we participate in the tremor and it's aftershocks or are we bystanders to it? |
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The tremor was an event. An event is artifactual- like an artifact. We assign them names and dates. They are "infested" with meaning and feeling. But there is a promise. The promise of time is double at least: it will eventually get worse, always, things will perish. But good outcomes might just come fleeting by if we work for them. "Only barely" we may capture some good times. But not without a realization that catastrophe will come- and not just that- but it is happening now in so many places, it is getting worse right now, and that this is wrong already by our own apparently shared and applied morality. |
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That is, the 'preventable', easily, preventable disasters that happen all over the world. Catastrophe is always still to come. This is standard Derrida. |
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The catastrophe will come! |
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i first read the topic title "earthleakage emergency draft response" |
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