CosmiKnot

Feary  I have a feary. Fear is always the cognitive mind knowing the body needs to somehow know. That the mind needs to cede to the body. We conquer fear by working with the body and not running away into the mind’s Warren of fictions and fixations. Feel the body knowing and be on hand with help if needed. I’ve recently experienced unusual bodily sensations such as tingling back of my scalp almost like a rehearsed fear. Like a cat play fighting with an unseen mouse. I thought oh that’s unsettling and felt the need to worry and tense. Then I thought no let the body be. I thought the same recently when I misjudged the contents of the first joint I’ve ever rolled and my body started to feel a little undulating. Panic was on hand in the form of my mind saying see what you’ve done? Then I thought no it’s supposed to do this and lay back and enjoyed the experience. So Is bravery knowing with the body? 

So I am aware that my position on life taking place in a materially vital cosmos is not necessarily the most popular way of regarding human relations. After all we are ultimately almost entirely mechanistic when it comes to the framework of understanding reality. I’ve been watching a program called stranger things and come to the conclusion that it is, like the narrative in the story itself, an opening into a visceral region of felt intensities. In the case of this supernatural thriller the felt intensity is of the hyperaesthetic kind or an excess one might consider non linguistic. The latest story focuses on the themes of death through memory and the stages of grief surrounding it. There seem to be threads and harmonies between the characters’ encounters with the monsters of the region known as the upside down world and their awareness of death itself as an event. Both of these themes are an opening onto the felt intensities of Cosmos as event. Stranger things comes closest of

I’ve thought how panpsychism is not a choice of belief flavour but a shift to our entangling with the expressivity of vibrant matter. Thinking how William Blake sought a system of emergent creativity rather than judging. Here’s my fog cast about it. Peace. Dear prudence you are part of everything. https://youtu.be/nJcU0dIhwb8 And why do I care about this idea of entangling with meaning inside the event? Being outside  The event is fundamental to modern culture. The idea of objectivity is to take something out of context in order to analyse effectively. Personal engagement must be removed from the equation. This has been promoted as good practice. Read a doctors letter about the patient and family history and you will feel the strenuous discipline of keeping a professional distance. Assessing autistic children cutting edge research studies their attention by tracking their eyes. A dementia patient is asked to name an object out of context. I never forget own child was asked to remove hi

Keep the Highway Code always look both ways and be kind to strangers. If I can give you one piece of advice it is to not foreclose. When I’m singing I’ve come to realise that my dislocated sometimes oblique antics are an attempt to Slow down the process of thinking I know what this is like. This is like this this is like this.This then is the thinking of the Empire of like. The analogous thoughts of instant foreclosing are symptoms of the language virus. The language virus has no need for the visceral reality of feeling temporal substance and so it strips it out. What a bad case of the language virus can do is introduce a surrogate kind of feeling as signifiers via the semiotics of clothing and making declarations of association and attachment. Charity is an obvious example of how this surrogate can broadcast a vestigial concept of feeling and  sustain the language virus. It still creates a window into feeling without letting the draft of it in.  But the thing that will actually

  Fiction and expressivity "Something within me or is it outside of me?" wrote James "compels me to put these words inside the haven of my morning pages notebook rather than into a laptop computer. To let my thoughts become themselves here on the paper where they are not attached to the Empire of the like. I am reminded time and time again of Winston Smith sitting round the corner from the TV screen in 1984. It is not paranoia of being observed that compels me to write on paper but a desire for the visceral truth of haptic resistance. Something like that anyway. It’s the pleasure of the feel of writing that helps my thoughts to become. Perhaps this is dangerous to ideas which demand a more direct route and digression, a consequence of writing on paper, will always favour expression. This is why we seek simplicity, as I do, but do not trust it. Throwing cake at the Mona Lisa was a seismic event but what did it mean what did it express? And so to the idea," James tri