Dysfunctional relationships

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Who loves ya, baby?
Not sure of this was mentioned upthread, but I believe the last note written in a notebook of his was that love was the only thing that matters. I think he only had his cats after his son passed. Talk about dysfunctional relationships.
“There is no final enough of wisdom, experience- any fucking thing. No Holy Grail, No Final Satori, no solution. Just conflict.

Only thing that can resolve conflict is love, like I felt for Fletch and Ruski, Spooner, and Calico. Pure love. What I feel for my cats past and present.

Love? What is it?
Most natural painkiller what there is.
LOVE.”
 

Corpsey

call me big papa
“There is no final enough of wisdom, experience- any fucking thing. No Holy Grail, No Final Satori, no solution. Just conflict.

Only thing that can resolve conflict is love, like I felt for Fletch and Ruski, Spooner, and Calico. Pure love. What I feel for my cats past and present.

Love? What is it?
Most natural painkiller what there is.
LOVE.”
— But it’s no use, says he. Force, hatred, history, all that. That’s not life for men and women, insult and hatred. And everybody knows that it’s the very opposite of that that is really life.

— What? says Alf.

— Love, says Bloom. I mean the opposite of hatred.
 

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Who loves ya, baby?
“I grieve to think that closeness requires some measure of distance as its preserver, if only as a safety measure, because it certainly seems as if connection, in a deeper sense, introduces a specter of estrangement; for to come into contact with someone is to change her—there is that certainty; it reminds me of a game that Robin told me about one day after school, as we were walking down Annatta Road certainly twenty years ago: find a word, a familiar word, on a page, and then stare at it for a while, just let your eyes linger upon it; and soon enough, sometimes after no more than a few seconds, the word comes to look misspelled, or badly transcribed, or as if there are other things wrong with it; so I tried it once, with the most familiar word there is: love, first verb in the Latin primer, the word known to all men; and after no more than five seconds I could swear that it wasn't the same word I had always known: it looked odd, misshapen, and as if it had all kinds of different pronunciations, except the one I had always believed was correct, and had always used; and so there was dissonance...”
 

thirdform

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This is Pound's conception of the good conspiracy, the conspiracy of intelligence and the preservation of wisdom throughout the centuries.
mystical fascism, you mean?


One of the questions in Adorno’s F-Scale test for detecting personal traits susceptible to fascism asks one to mark one’s level of agreement or disagreement with the following statement:
“Some day it will probably be shown that astrology can explain a lot of things.”
 

luka

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Oh right. Well I dunno. It's a technical question I'm not equipped to answer. Ask Craner. He's the expert on fascism.
 

luka

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My feeling is it's a poor fit. Amor was explicitly set against Roma in this schema, Roma representing temporal power.
 

luka

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Pound had a theory on this. The cult of amor which he traced all the way back to Eleusis, but via the Arabs, the Templars and the Crusades as mentioned above. RAW adopts this theory. So you have a bunch of western tantric gurus disseminating the secret knowledge via poetry basically. That's the idea.
consider

"Donne, who may have influenced English romantic poetry almost as
much as Shakespeare, attended Oxford while Bruno was lecturing there
and seems to have picked up some of the Nolan's doctrines. The fact that
Donne's poems often have double and triple meanings, concealed jokes and
Hidden symbolism is a critical commonplace, but this has not usually been
* Literary Essays of Ezra Pound (New York: New Directions, n.d.) In The Spirit of Romance, with
roore clarity but equal caution, Pound grants that what was involved was a yoga utilizing
the opposite polarities of male and female." De Rougemont in love in the Western World
leaves no doubt that it was classic Tantric yoga, prolonging the sex act into a trance in
which the "souls" or "magnetisms" are, to some degree, visible.
related to the use of similar red herrings by the "Hermeticists" like Bruno
who always sought to conceal their sexual teachings from the Holy
Inquisition by such devices. In this connection, Donne's The Ecstasy is notable
as a poem that has almost always been misunderstood by scholarly
commentators. Here are the key stanzas, with emphasis added by me in the
form of italics:
Where, like a pillow on a bed,
A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest
The violet's reclining head,
Sat we two, one another's best.
So t' intergraft our hands, as yet
Was all the means to make us one,
And pictures on our eyes to get
Was all our propagation.
As 'twixt two equal armies fate
Suspends uncertain victory,
Our souls, which to advance their state
Were gone out, hung 'twixt her and me.
And whilst our souls negotiate there
We like sepulchral statues lay;
Allday the same our postures were
And we said nothing all the day.
This is generally described as an exemplar of "Platonic love," but it is
almost certainly nothing of the kind. Readers unaware of the Tantric-Sufi
tradition in Tibet, India and the Near East and its transmission through the
Templar-troubadour cult and the various "alchemists" and Illluminati
assume that if Donne and his lady "sat" together they must have been
without sexual contact. Actually—see any Tibetan painting of the yabyum
position, as it is called—sitting in each other's laps in the double-lotus
position is basic to all sexual yoga. According to some writers there are
neurological reasons for this—it allegedly diverts the sexual energy or
bioelectricity from the central nervous system and sends it into the
autonomic (involuntary) system—but, from a Freudian point of view, it
restores the male to the purely passive role of the infant at the breast and thus
represents the oralization of the genital embrace. Not unexpectedly, the
purpose of this is to recapture Freud's "oceanic experience" or the "trance or
Unity" as mystics call it. In some traditions, influenced by Gnostic magic
ideas, the couple stares into each other's eyes; cf. Donne's "and pictures in
our eyes to get / Was all our propagation." This method is also a form of
birth control, since it allows the male to experience orgasm without ejaculation."
 

poetix

we murder to dissect
I read a collection of his early essays about Arnaut etc and was taken aback at the cocksure confidence of them - his position is very much "no-one knows as much about this stuff as me, E. Pound, and anyone who even comes close is in any case an idiot who has completely misunderstood everything."
 

woops

is not like other people
I read a collection of his early essays about Arnaut etc and was taken aback at the cocksure confidence of them - his position is very much "no-one knows as much about this stuff as me, E. Pound, and anyone who even comes close is in any case an idiot who has completely misunderstood everything."
that's what makes him an entertaining critic

"The complete despicability of official philosophic thought, and, if the reader will really think carefully of what I am trying to tell him, the most stinging insult and at the same time convincing proof of the general nullity and incompetence of organized intellectual life in America, England, their universities in general, and their learned publications at large, could be indicated by a narrative of the difficulties I encountered in getting Fenellosa's essay printed at all."

Rhetoric from ABC of Reading
 
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