Archive for April, 2009

Dreams and Rabbits and Dreams…

Friday, April 24th, 2009

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Vom reinen Werden

Thursday, April 23rd, 2009

Wir gehen von den Körpern zum Unkörperlichen über,
indem wir dem Grenzverlauf folgen,
indem wir über die Oberfläche entlanggleiten.
Gilles Deleuze

Das Selbst und die Persona
Die Erinnerungen und das Gedächtnis bilden die Grundlage von tiefverwurzelten Überzeugungen, was die eigene Person anbelangt. Durch die vielzähligen Möglichkeiten der Wahrnehmung definieren sie die Vorstellung vom Selbst.

Das absolute Selbst befindet sich jedoch unter der Oberfläche im Unbewussten. In der Tagwelt wird eine bestimmte Energie eingesetzt, um die Vorstellung vom Selbst aufrecht zu erhalten. Die Möglichkeiten der Wahrnehmung werden von einer sozialen Ordnung definiert und verdeckt. Die Auseinandersetzung mit dem Schatten der Persönlichkeit ist ein unabdingbarer Schritt auf dem Weg zur Ganzwerdung – zur Individuation der Persönlichkeit.

Carl Gustav Jung bezeichnete den Teil des Ich, der für ein normatives, sozialverträgliches Verhalten des Individuums sorgt als Persona. Die Persona war eine im griechischen Theater verwendete Maske, die die Rolle typisierte. Jung behauptete, dass das Ich sterbe, sollte die Persona zu stark werden.

Die Oberfläche dieser Maske hat anscheinend ein Innehalten der Persönlichkeit als Unbeweglichkeit zur Folge, was letztendlich zur Erstickung des Unbewussten und somit des Selbst führen kann.

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Das reine Werden
Ein einfaches Beispiel dafür ist Lewis Carolls ‚Alice im Wunderland‘. Wenn man sagt: ‚Alice wächst‘, bedeutet dies, dass sie größer wird als sie war. Doch eben dadurch wird sie auch kleiner als sie jetzt ist. Sie ist nicht zur gleichen Zeit größer und kleiner, es ist aber die gleiche Zeit in der sie es wird. Sie ist jetzt größer und sie war zuvor kleiner. Darin besteht die Gleichzeitigkeit des Werdens, dessen Eigenheit es ist, sich dem Gegenwärtigen zu entziehen. Es gehört zu dem Wesen des Werdens in beide Richtungen gleichzeitig zu verlaufen. Ein Werden, dessen Gegenwart sich endlos in Vergangenheit und Zukunft teilt. Das Paradox dieses reinen Werdens mit seiner Fähigkeit, dem Gegenwärtigen auszuweichen, besteht in der unendlichen Identität beider Sinn-Richtungen zugleich. Es bedeutet sich der begrenzten Persona, der Unbeweglichkeit und auch dem Gegenwärtigen zu entziehen.

‚Wie herum? Wie herum?‘
fragt Alice, ahnend, dass es stets gleichzeitig in beide Richtungen geht.

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Kontinuität des Drinnen und Draussen
Platon forderte uns auf, zwei Dimensionen zu unterscheiden:

Jene der begrenzten und mit Maß versehenen Dinge, der feststehenden Qualitäten, seien sie nun dauerhafte oder vorübergehende, die aber immer ein Innehalten als Unbeweglichkeit vorraussetzen, Feststellungen von Gegenwärtigem, Bestimmungen von Subjekten.

Und jene eines reinen maßlosen Werdens, eines wirklichen und haltlosen Verrückt-Werdens, das in beide Richtungen gleichzeitig verläuft, sich stets dem Gegenwärtigen entzieht und Künftiges und Vergangenes, das Mehr und das Weniger, das Zuviel und das Nicht-Genug in der Gleichzeitigkeit einer unlenksamen Materie zusammenfallen lässt.

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Tagwelt und Traumzustand
Tagwelt und Traumzustand sind zwei gleichzeitige Dimensionen, die sich an der Grenze begegnen, an der sie unablässig entlanglaufen.

Den Übergang vom Wirklichen zum Traum und vom Körper zum Unkörperlichen erreicht man durch das Gleiten längs der Oberfläche der Grenze, wie bei einem Möbiusschem Band gelangt man auf die andere Seite.

Die Unergründlichkeit der Gegenwart bildet die Grenze zwischen Vergangenem und Zukünftigem, ähnlich dem Übergang vom Wachzustand in den Schlaf, an welchem eine Art Verschiebung der Wahrnehmung stattfindet, eine Art zittern, und derjenige, der auf der Grenze sitzt, hat beide Dimensionen zur Verfügung.

Hinter den Spiegel zu gehen, also zu träumen, heißt, auf ein Gebiet zu gelangen, auf dem die Sprache in keiner Beziehung zum Bezeichneten mehr steht, sondern nur noch zum Ausgedrückten, d.h. sie geht nun ins Innere über.

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Der Traum
Im Traum löst sich die Persona automatisch auf; die Schatten der Persönlichkeit und das Unbewusste Selbst treten an die Oberfläche der Wahrnehmung; Vergangenheit und Zukunft formen die nicht greifbare Gegenwart des Traums.

Es ist dabei nicht von Bedeutung, ob der beschriebene Grenzzustand der Wahrnehmungsverschiebung durch einen Traum bzw. einen bestimmten Traum, wie z.B. Klartraum, Wachtraum oder Wahrtraum hervorgerufen wird, sondern durch das bloße Gleiten an der Oberfläche erreicht man die Umkehrung des Unbewussten ins Bewusste, da die andere Seite nur die umgekehrte Richtung ist.

Das Bild im Traum ist nie fixiert, es fließt am geistigen Auge vorbei. Ein bewusster Versuch das Bild zu fixieren, würde zum sofortigen Aufwachen führen. Die Substantive und Adjektive beginnen sich zu verflüssigen, die Namen der Stillstände und Ruhepunkte werden von den Verben des reinen Werdens mitgerissen.

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Through the Looking-Glass! Theme of Chess

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009

Whereas the first book – Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland – has the pack of cards as a theme, the book – Through the Looking-Glass – is based on a game of chess, played on a giant chessboard with fields for squares. Most main characters met in the story are represented by a chess piece, with Alice herself being a pawn. However, the moves described in the ‘chess problem’ cannot be carried out legally due to a move where white does not move out of check (a list of moves is included – note that a young child might make this error due to inexperience).

The looking-glass world is divided into sections by brooks, with the crossing of each brook usually signifying a notable change in the scene and action of the story: the brooks represent the divisions between squares on the chessboard, and Alice’s crossing of them signifies advancing of her piece one square. The sequence of moves (white and red) is not always followed, which goes along with the book’s mirror image reversal theme as noted by mathematician and author Martin Gardner. wiki
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The World in Between

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009

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Rabbit theme

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009

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Wonderland

Thursday, April 9th, 2009

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Living backwards

Monday, April 6th, 2009

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Wool and Water – Chapter V
SHE caught the shawl as she spoke, and looked about for the owner: in another moment the White Queen came running wildly through the wood, with both arms stretched out wide, as if she were flying, and Alice very civilly went to meet her with the shawl.

“I’m very glad I happened to be in the way,” Alice said, as she helped her to put on her shawl again.

The White Queen only looked at her in a helpless frightened sort of way, and kept repeating something in a whisper to herself that sounded like “Bread-and-butter, bread-and-butter,” and Alice felt that if there was to be any conversation at all, she must manage it herself. So she began rather timidly: “Am I addressing the White Queen?”

“Well, yes, if you call that a-dressing,” the Queen said. “It isn’t my notion of the thing, at all.”

Alice thought it would never do to have an argument at the very beginning of their conversation, so she smiled and said, “If your majesty will only tell me the right way to begin, I’ll do it as well as I can.”

“But I don’t want it done at all!” groaned the poor Queen. “I’ve been a-dressing myself for the last two hours.”

It would have been all the better, as it seemed to Alice, if she had got some else to dress her, she was so dreadfully untidy. “Every single thing’s crooked,” Alice thought to herself, “and she’s all over pins! — May I put your shawl straight for you?” she added aloud.

“I don’t know what’s the matter with it!” the Queen said, in a melancholy voice. “It’s out of temper, I think. I’ve pinned it here, and I’ve pinned it there, but there’s no pleasing it!”

“It can’t go straight, you know, if you pin it all on one side,” Alice said, as she gently put it right for her; “and, dear me, what a state your hair is in!”

“The brush has got entangled in it!” the Queen said with a sigh. “And I lost the comb yesterday.”

Alice carefully released the brush, and did her best to get the hair into order. “Come, you look rather better now!” she said, after altering most of the pins. “But really you should have a lady’s-maid!”

“I’m sure I’ll take you with pleasure!” the Queen said. “Two-pence a week, and jam every other day.”

Alice couldn’t help laughing, as she said, “I don’t want you to hire me — and I don’t care for jam.”

“It’s very good jam,” said the Queen.

“Well, I don’t want any to-day at any rate.”

“You couldn’t have it if you did want it,” the Queen said. “The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday — but never jam to-day.”

“It must come sometimes to ‘jam to-day,’ “Alice objected.

“No, it can’t,” said the Queen. “It’s jam every other day: to-day isn’t any other day, you know.”

“I don’t understand you,” said Alice. “It’s dreadfully confusing!”

“That’s the effect of living backward,” the Queen said kindly: “it always makes one a little giddy at first — ”

“Living backward!” Alice repeated in great astonishment. “I never heard of such a thing!”

” — but there’s one great advantage in it, that one’s memory works both ways.”

“I’m sure mine only works one way,” Alice remarked.

“I can’t remember things before they happen.”

“It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backward,” the Queen remarked.

“What sort of things do you remember best!” Alice ventured to ask.

“Oh, things that happened the week after next,” the Queen replied in a careless tone. “For instance, now,” she went on, sticking a large piece of plaster on her finger as she spoke, “there’s the King’s messenger. He’s in prison now, being punished: and the trial doesn’t even begin till next Wednesday: and of course the crime comes last of all.”

“Suppose he never commits the crime?” said Alice.

“That would be all the better, wouldn’t it?” the Queen said, as she bound the plaster round her finger with a bit of ribbon.

Alice felt there was no denying that. “Of course it would be all the better,” she said: “but it wouldn’t be all the better his being punished.”

“You’re wrong there, at any rate,” said the Queen; “were you ever punished?”

“Only for faults,” said Alice.

“And you were all the better for it, I know!” the Queen said triumphantly.

“Yes, but then I had done the things I was punished for,” said Alice: “that makes all the difference.”

“But if you hadn’t done them,” the Queen said, “that would have been better still; better, and better, and better” Her voice went higher with each “better,” till it got quite to a squeak at last.

Alice was just beginning to say, “There’s a mistake somewhere — ” when the Queen began screaming, so loud that she had to leave the sentence unfinished. “Oh, oh, oh!” shouted the Queen, shaking her hand about as if she wanted to shake it off. “My finger’s bleeding! Oh, oh, oh, oh!”

Her screams were so exactly like the whistle of a steam-engine, that Alice had to hold both her hands over her ears.

“What is the matter?” she said, as soon as there was a chance of making herself heard. “Have you pricked your finger?”

“I haven’t pricked it yet,” the Queen said, “but I soon shall — oh, oh, oh!”

“When do you expect to do it?” Alice asked, feeling very much inclined to laugh.

“When I fasten my shawl again,” the poor Queen groaned out: “the brooch will come undone directly. Oh, oh!” As she said the words the brooch flew open, and the Queen clutched wildly at it, and tried to clasp it again.

“Take care!” cried Alice. “You’re holding it all crooked!” And she caught at the brooch; but it was too late: the pin had slipped, and the Queen had pricked her finger.

“That accounts for the bleeding, you see,” she said to Alice with a smile. “Now you understand the way things happen here.”

“But why don’t you scream now?” Alice asked, holding her hands ready to put over her ears again.

“Why, I’ve done all the screaming already,” said the Queen. “What would be the good of having it all over again?”

By this time it was getting light. “The crow must have flown away, I think,” said Alice: “I’m so glad it’s gone. I thought it was the night coming on.”

“I wish I could manage to be glad!” the Queen said. “Only I never can remember the rule. You must be very happy, living in this wood, and being glad whenever you like!”

“Only it is so very lonely here!” Alice said in a melancholy voice; and at the thought of her loneliness two large tears came rolling down her cheeks.

“Oh, don’t go on like that?” cried the poor Queen, wringing her hands in despair. “Consider what a great girl you are. Consider what a long way you’ve come today. Consider what o’clock it is. Consider anything, only don’t cry!”

Alice couldn’t help laughing at this, even in the midst of her tears. “Can you keep from crying by considering things?” she asked.

“That’s the way it’s done,” the Queen said with great decision: “nobody can do two things at once, you know.

Let’s consider your age to begin with how old are you?” “I’m seven and a half exactly.”

“You needn’t say ‘exactly.’” the Queen remarked: “I can believe it without that. Now I’ll give you something to believe. I’m just one hundred and one, five months and a day.”

“I can’t believe that,” said Alice.

“Can’t you?” the Queen said, in a pitying tone. “Try again: draw a long breath, and shut your eyes.”

Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said: “one can’t believe impossible things.”

“I dare say you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. There goes the shawl again!”

The brooch had come undone as she spoke, and a sudden gust of wind blew the Queen’s shawl across a little brook. The Queen spread out her arms again, and went flying after it, and this time she succeeded in catching it for herself. “I’ve got it!” she cried in a triumphant tone. “Now you shall see me pin it on again, all by myself!”

“Then I hope your finger is better now,” Alice said very politely, as she crossed the brook after the Queen.

 Lewis Caroll – Through the Looking-Glass

Awake

Friday, April 3rd, 2009

Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day’s divinity
First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.