Part II of III triptych.
This, more than a trend. Change arising from humanity's most oppressed, this is a universal mode of redemption. Homosexuals were many of our greatest artists. LA, America. Africa. Women.
"...just as fundamentally man and woman are one, their problem must be one in essence. The soul in both is the same. The two live the same life, have the same feelings. Each is a complement of the other. The one cannot live without the other's active help.
But somehow or other man has dominated woman from ages past, and so woman has developed an inferiority complex. She has believed in the truth of man's interested teaching that she is inferior to him. But the seers among men have recognized her equal status."
Gospel spoken by Gandhi. Even with the deconstruction of gender identity, I feel it hardly arguable the fundamental dynamic between and with masculine/feminine. Everything has its place in our transits of change, in this ultimate struggle, and some are here to remind our forgetful minds of the universal nature eternally guiding us. Perhaps, the domestication of our most beloved counterparts, canine and feline, became to reiterate this woven truth in the universal fabric, this dynamic between masculine and feminine, of active and passive, of brute and persuasion, of two ones in eternal collaboration.
The oppression of her necessary to our journey. She can have multiple orgasms. If, perhaps, she began as the gender hegemony, would it not be conceivable, of no fault of her own, that woman and man would wholly succumb to the hedonism of sex? In this preoccupation where woman is boundless and man limited, less may have been achieved. Man became gender hegemony by brute physicality. While woman with her higher sensitivity and persuasion, may have hindered our transition from the physical to true spiritual embodiment.
And because of this, it may be that man became the most repressed, in the sexual act where man could not satiate the insatiable, where man was forced to maintain the facade of unwavering virility and strength. So, perhaps, man was destined to be the most tortured and repressed -- to create art, to enable transition. But, if we are to become what we are meant to be then we must meet as equals. This struggle needs us together, our mother's warm embrace.
"...who but woman, the mother of man, shows this [infinite capacity for suffering] in the largest measure? She shows it as she scarries the infant and feeds it during nine months and derives joy in the suffering involved. What can beat the suffering caused by the pangs of labour? But she forgets them in the joy of creation. Who again suffers daily so that her babe may wax from day to day? Let her transfer her love to the whole of humanity, let her forget that she ever was or can be the object of man's lust. And she will occupy her proud position by the side of man as his mother, maker and silent leader. It is given to her to teach the art of peace to the warring world thirsting for that nectar."
Gandhi.
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Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
los angeles and america
Part I of III blog triptych. This has been in draft since I began this. Was gonna elaborate in detail, but... Andy and I have an ongoing quip, (and even though Western academic has been equally necessary to our transition) each time we encounter a thick-worded philosophical text by a Western author, it's like "if this was written in the East, it would've been about a 1/4 as long" Besides, this has all been said, known, felt since us begun.
"The Day of Supreme Demise" as Ray Bradbury called it, has been ever mythologized in our history. And of course, in our commercial haste, sensationalized to be commodified. Like all historical record, history's dialog and its contextual process have been disconnected from our perception of it. Our abstraction of space from time has miscommunicated Judgment Day and The Apocalypse each as one, singular, spectacular event -- as a day that simply happens, without composition or moments.
As the Millennium neared, the religious right deemed it as The Moment of Judgment, and the collective esteem, religious or not, found similar interpretative incarnation of this happening. Whether it be an apathetic recognition of it, cataclysmic natural disaster, or the Y2k crash. But it was a moment in America that found us referential construction for the previously artistic and immaterial symbolism of Judgment Day, September 11th, 2001 or 9-11. More than politically and even in the semantics of its date, 9-11 was a tragic collective revelation, a 911 call to arms from a civilization slipping and torn. Yes, it occurred on the soil of America, but the reverberations of this event found our entire existence. It was the birth of a new sincerity -- from the most blamed, most guilty, most naive, most tortured, most liberated, most repressed, and most promising region, America. In the grand composition of an ironic existence striving to be sincere, it would only make sense that the impetus of our potential destiny be placed in the hands of the youngest country.
Make no mistake though, my heart belongs to a metaphorical Pangea. All signs point to that potential realization -- the advancements of mass communication and mass transit, the weakening of the Super Powers (at the very least in collective allegiance to country) spurred by a young generation cultivated in a more cultured, diverse social construction, enabled by hyper-media, immigration and dissatisfaction with the imperial conduct of their countries. And simply, a generation cultivated in a hyper-state of capitalism that wants more and new.
Why America? In simplicity, because in the place where the symptom is most pervasive, will rise minds that understand it most, and the deep resentment to resolve it. In him, the most flawed man, is our greatest potential. So, in this, it is Los Angeles as the seed. The City of Angels, the most epitomizing microcosm of America and this affliction. All the proponents of our transition toward a metaphorical Pangea are hinted in the makeup of Los Angeles -- a metropolitan so diverse. But in this, a place rootless and without a true voice. In Hollywood, the factory of affluence, beauty and magic. But in this, ultimate contrivance, gloss and vanity. Southern California, a place where substance has been substituted for personality and consequently, cool detachment and superficiality. We are young pups clambering for identity, compensating in a manifested state of artifice, and these moments, the fringe of hyperreality. So, the struggle and the transition is simple: can we, as characters in this grand narrative, humanize ourselves?
Truth lies in Judgment Day. We are in its days and moments now. Will we become the romantic existence we can be, or degrade into a pornographic film?
"The Day of Supreme Demise" as Ray Bradbury called it, has been ever mythologized in our history. And of course, in our commercial haste, sensationalized to be commodified. Like all historical record, history's dialog and its contextual process have been disconnected from our perception of it. Our abstraction of space from time has miscommunicated Judgment Day and The Apocalypse each as one, singular, spectacular event -- as a day that simply happens, without composition or moments.
As the Millennium neared, the religious right deemed it as The Moment of Judgment, and the collective esteem, religious or not, found similar interpretative incarnation of this happening. Whether it be an apathetic recognition of it, cataclysmic natural disaster, or the Y2k crash. But it was a moment in America that found us referential construction for the previously artistic and immaterial symbolism of Judgment Day, September 11th, 2001 or 9-11. More than politically and even in the semantics of its date, 9-11 was a tragic collective revelation, a 911 call to arms from a civilization slipping and torn. Yes, it occurred on the soil of America, but the reverberations of this event found our entire existence. It was the birth of a new sincerity -- from the most blamed, most guilty, most naive, most tortured, most liberated, most repressed, and most promising region, America. In the grand composition of an ironic existence striving to be sincere, it would only make sense that the impetus of our potential destiny be placed in the hands of the youngest country.
Make no mistake though, my heart belongs to a metaphorical Pangea. All signs point to that potential realization -- the advancements of mass communication and mass transit, the weakening of the Super Powers (at the very least in collective allegiance to country) spurred by a young generation cultivated in a more cultured, diverse social construction, enabled by hyper-media, immigration and dissatisfaction with the imperial conduct of their countries. And simply, a generation cultivated in a hyper-state of capitalism that wants more and new.
Why America? In simplicity, because in the place where the symptom is most pervasive, will rise minds that understand it most, and the deep resentment to resolve it. In him, the most flawed man, is our greatest potential. So, in this, it is Los Angeles as the seed. The City of Angels, the most epitomizing microcosm of America and this affliction. All the proponents of our transition toward a metaphorical Pangea are hinted in the makeup of Los Angeles -- a metropolitan so diverse. But in this, a place rootless and without a true voice. In Hollywood, the factory of affluence, beauty and magic. But in this, ultimate contrivance, gloss and vanity. Southern California, a place where substance has been substituted for personality and consequently, cool detachment and superficiality. We are young pups clambering for identity, compensating in a manifested state of artifice, and these moments, the fringe of hyperreality. So, the struggle and the transition is simple: can we, as characters in this grand narrative, humanize ourselves?
Truth lies in Judgment Day. We are in its days and moments now. Will we become the romantic existence we can be, or degrade into a pornographic film?
Friday, January 11, 2008
familia
There are patterns and truths that are part of Nature's plan. The family is one. We aren't all afforded the benefit of that ancestral family structure, father and mother. I fortunately was, and even though there's an intrinsic truth to the dynamic balance of masculine/feminine in raising a complete child, families come in all variations - masculine/feminine no longer entailing male and female. Gender identity, the past. The concept that the physical act of sex consummates the concept of love plays a problematic role in this distortion of family and relationship. As is the concept of monogamy, or rather changeless monogamy. We can have multiple lovers throughout the course of our life. If we weren't bound by this sexual fallacy, many of us would experience the serendipity of having several soulmates in his or her lifetime.
Back to where I was, the family structure. This structure is Nature's aiding platform, its guiding hand in our personal journey to becoming who we are meant to become, to becoming real. As humans, we need reference points. We strive on association. This is how we construct and learn. When we are born, we have our family. For better or worse, our first reference to understanding what a human is. Family enables us to relate. It gives us that foundation to begin building and discovering our true self. As we mature into adulthood, we are able to unrelate, to be comfortable alone, to be comfortable in silence and at one with ourselves. Once this great work is achieved, we are at 2 - one and everything.
Back to where I was, the family structure. This structure is Nature's aiding platform, its guiding hand in our personal journey to becoming who we are meant to become, to becoming real. As humans, we need reference points. We strive on association. This is how we construct and learn. When we are born, we have our family. For better or worse, our first reference to understanding what a human is. Family enables us to relate. It gives us that foundation to begin building and discovering our true self. As we mature into adulthood, we are able to unrelate, to be comfortable alone, to be comfortable in silence and at one with ourselves. Once this great work is achieved, we are at 2 - one and everything.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
rodrigo y gabriela = sol y luna
Rodrigo y Gabriela epitomize the dynamic relationship between masculine/feminine.
Let me first preface and say both are musical geniuses. At first observance, we see Rodrigo soloing and marvel at the man's craftsmanship. As the song progresses, Gabriela simply and sturdily lays the foundation for Rodrigo to drive the rhythm, to penetrate forward. We forget Gabriela maintaining the structure for Rodrigo to solo, to create in. Her ability to receive whatever direction Rodrigo initiates and adapt to it goes overlooked. Her steadiness becoming an afterthought, Rodrigo amassing the attention. But as the song builds to its climax and its her turn, something comes over her, possesses her. See, she is the mother, Rodrigo is the son. The mother shouldering the gift and burden of reproduction, understands the act of creation more innately. And then with her solo, she completely OWNS it. She is the destructive force. The yang. To own it so wholly is to only begin again. To go to 4.
Let me first preface and say both are musical geniuses. At first observance, we see Rodrigo soloing and marvel at the man's craftsmanship. As the song progresses, Gabriela simply and sturdily lays the foundation for Rodrigo to drive the rhythm, to penetrate forward. We forget Gabriela maintaining the structure for Rodrigo to solo, to create in. Her ability to receive whatever direction Rodrigo initiates and adapt to it goes overlooked. Her steadiness becoming an afterthought, Rodrigo amassing the attention. But as the song builds to its climax and its her turn, something comes over her, possesses her. See, she is the mother, Rodrigo is the son. The mother shouldering the gift and burden of reproduction, understands the act of creation more innately. And then with her solo, she completely OWNS it. She is the destructive force. The yang. To own it so wholly is to only begin again. To go to 4.
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