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deerpark27
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Der Fall

and the eyes of the two of them were opened, and they knew that they were naked

Were their eyes closed before?
No, opened wide10:61. Staring outward.8:23 Like those of the kouros5:57 or stele2:66 at the gates5:11 of the dead.

they knew that they were naked

They knew that (ki). And there the fall, in the ki. It doesn't matter what, just that.

they knew that they
they knew that they

Not the they they were, but that they, over there, as in a mirror.
Propositional knowledge: knowing "what is put before".
Knowing-that falls like a mirror between they and they—it is the and:

they (knew that) they

A mirror falls, between Man and himself. Now he is here, a subject to an object, no longer the impossible edenic vocative, called into be-ing, subject without object.
This is the first declension.
He is here, and there, over there, an object in the mirror, and in the mirror, in the world.

Case, sb. [--L. casus fall, chance, occasion...]...
Grammar.
a. One of the forms of a noun, adjective, or pronoun, which express its relations to some other word, e.g. as subject, object, etc.
b. loosely, The relation itself.
(O.E.D.)

It is odd of course to inhabit the earth no more[...].
Odd
to see everything that was related fluttering
so loosely in the space.
(1:70/78-80)

The world is all that is the case [der Fall].
(Tractatus 1.1)

Der Fall:
1) "The case."
2) "The trap."
3) "The fall."
The mirror is the fall, the trap, and the case.

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deerpark!
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Exquisite. Utterance.

Now you've gone away.

It's easier to think. Strange, No?

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Strange, Yes.
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Strangers still.
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Deerpark! I missed you, you crazy algorithm you!
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That parking lot is surely empty tonight,
like in late winter: black and white, twilight, dusk,
or whatever it is called
when you are slightly afraid to go
up into the woods--No, it is not
the 'alone' that gets to you, it is a presence
of others, out just ahead, and the little sing-songs
coaxing you along
into the darkness you are not ready for. There is a point
where it is simply blue-grey,
maybe the rise catches dying light
I don't know, but here you can be lost
though you know the way back to the car, here
you'll fade away with nothing to contain you.

[ July 09, 2007, 08:57 AM: Message edited by: deerpark27 ]

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Bienvenue Monsieur deerpark.

Good to see you again.

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I was just thinking recently about you! I'm glad you're back.
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Spam!

Oh, it's deerpark. [Smile]

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When I was a boy you looked down
from a ladder where you clipped the hedge
holding a big garbage bag open,
waiting for pieces to fall, and you said:
"Look at the broad shoulders on him."

You were talking to something in between us,
or telling the world,
to make me.

[ July 04, 2007, 10:37 AM: Message edited by: deerpark27 ]

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I can remember the sound
of the leaves.

The broad shoulders were Christmas Eve too,
shovelling snow off the stoop,
so cold it squeaked under your boots.
My breath made little balloons.

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Has worldplay been deleted? [Frown]
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I feared that I ['anoki] am naked and I hid[...].

'ano-ki: "that-I". The first appearance of the demonstrative subject in the text, and the world.

I feared that that-I
'ira ki 'anoki

I feared that.
I feared that I.

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... I, had Finally lost It
that elusive bit.
Resembling a something;
a plain, field, a desert.
A piece of nothing.

Pracled and examined
wraped and delivered
pondered, considered
and finally rendered;

Artificial, called It, something...
and I, have, lost It

Care to help It find me?

[ July 05, 2007, 06:13 PM: Message edited by: Desu ]

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Euhh guys, could one of you start making at least a little s ense, i'm totally lost here...
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If one were to, say
sit down...
sit down and write, say
without any insight, but rather (at least)
a wish for some...one?...just
a nervous tick soothed only by, say
typing--you know--"they march out onto the bridge..." meaning:
the words (these, not those ones)
Ker-plunk, ker-plop they've jumped
into the summer river, the "never and again"
of rivers (you know - not twice in same etc.)
so our never and agains. If one were to push
on, push on and into the lint that was the sock
well-worn until the final tumble
dry--that lint (blue-grey), that basement light
that dampness darker dangling down...
If one were to see that sort of sock
instead of the important
thing, the wished for
insight; if it were only more!?

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It would be "he".
He choked up a bit of his juice.

If they were starving, they would eat the black ants he dropped in through the ventilation slits.

They had to be alive or they wouldn't get eaten.

The dead swirled underneath the surface like untethered astronauts.

A plucked lily bloomed face down in the water. One little frog sat on it, waiting to eat.

[ September 20, 2007, 09:23 AM: Message edited by: deerpark27 ]

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Too bad worldplay's gone, but good to see you again.
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What about "this is the hard part?" Is that lost too?
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deerpark,

I enjoy visiting your realm. Many of your sequences go right over my head. Sometimes it's like I'm watching TV with the sound off... as if I'm being immersed in a tourette's of images.

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What do I know about that place?
The trail exists,
taking the trail exists,
winding its way to a limit.

I cannot be there:
only the river, ker-plunk
ker plop, and the rain
filling my eyes.

I feel you inside my face.
You're moving my mouth
and making me look
in that way.

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I find the first post fascinating. Some of the others are confusing, but that first one . . . intriguing ideas there.
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Nowhere without No

So we return:

and the eyes of the two of them were opened, and they knew that they were naked
and they sewed together leaves of a fig, and they made for themselves girdles,
and they heard the voice of YHVH God moving about in the garden at the breath
of the day,
and the Man and his woman hid themselves from the face of YHVH God in the midst
of the trees of the garden,
and YHVH God called to the Man,
and he said to him where are you,
and he said I heard your voice in the garden and I feared that I am naked
and I hid,[...]

They knew that (ki). The first declension. Der Fall.

The world is all that is the case [Der Fall].

and God said behold, the Man has become like one of us, knowing
the world
(Gen. 3:21)

We never have, not for a single day,
the pure space before us,[....]
Always it is world
And never Nowhere without No.
(8:16-17)

He knew that he, in the world, over there. Where.

and YHVH God called to the Man
and he said to him where are you?

Where.
As the answer.
Where but not somewhere.
There but not over there.
That is where.

Where, where is the spot—I bear it in my heart—,
Where they still not nearly could,[...].
(5:73)

and Moses says to God, behold, I go to the sons of Israel and I say to them
God of your fathers sends me to you
and they say to me what is his name—what am I saying to them?
and God says to Moses I am where I am,
you are saying thus to the sons of Israel: I am sends me to you[...].
(Exodus 3:13-14)

I am where I am

God puns on his own name:

YHVH: "he is"
EHWH: "I am"

The root gesture: HWH.
Its primal sense: falling.

I fall where I fall

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is this a real person? Or a very complex program? If the latter then the programmer is a genius.
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There, there.
Hear! Hear!
Eerie.

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Last night I dreamed a leech,
a ribbon of dappled brown
knotted on my calf.

Imagine, the fisherman dips his hand
into a jar of them, fresh for the bass.
I never could.

Check in between your toes
or you'll bring them home,
the leeches in Bass Lake.

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It was hard to judge how much daylight remained,
now that he'd finally stopped.

You knew the real thing when it happened, the night, that darkness; but now, standing still, he felt contained by the twilight.

Black and white out. Some trick in the retina. Tree tops so black they punctured the tightening membrane of indigo sky.

Someone smashed the world.

[ September 07, 2007, 02:36 PM: Message edited by: deerpark27 ]

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I miss the worldplay thread. [Frown]
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Those were the days!
Remember the treefort?
God, it reminds me of a joke.

Not because she told me
you and all your work are just a tree fort,
or to get inside one had to trust
the flimsiest of whining rungs
(nailed, nailed, and re-nailed in the trunk),
and that the floor was mainly windows
in plywood mosaic
woven underneath with two by fours, at best,
until some plan unfolded,
later on, to keep you up there, in between.


But because you were the only one
who'd stay up overnight,
when everybody said they’d come.
And there was nothing, really, up there
except you in your tree fort, as if
a life depended on it,
as if life depended on a life depending on it
as it did.

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As it did!
Depending, pendulous.
Nailed, nailed and re-nailed like nails into a coffin lid (or, into the hands and feet of our saviour!) -
I'm thinking, synaesthetically(?)- and hearing the "Qui tollis" of Mozarts C minor Mass.
ta-bang, ta-bang
ta-bang, ta-bang
ta-bang, ta-bang

I printed the whole thing off and can see it from here: three inches. Too heavy.

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"Here we see that solipsism strictly carried out
coincides with pure realism." L. Witt.

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Wow... You're here!! *dusts cobwebs off of her reply-to-deerpark27-conversational-pieces fingers*

I'm with TomDavidson - I miss me some worldplay! You write with great imagery, deerpark27, and I like how I write when I'm responding to the images you paint. Would you mind emailing me through the forum so I can ask you about the old thread?

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Yeah, it was a solipsistic enterprise. But that isn't to say that it didn't have some really beautiful stuff in it.

In this way, it was almost exactly like life.

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i remember the rust on the car-shaped flowerpots
with moon light silhouetted echoes of
carefree voices blended together with
trees turned to music by thoughtful hands and
helpful horsetail hairs

echoes of dreams to the surface
with one cold foot... and lessons in daDUMdaDUM da BLOCK

merry revelers taking their first plunge off an
almost
forgotten bridge.

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Isn't it all
a new kind of beautiful? Alien
to someone like you, walking back
along a brown river: a Buick
honks a singular honk,
brown duck, brown river, all
waiting to mean something to you
walking back, walking back
counting the steps it will take
to bring you back home.

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You can't fit
birth and death
into the system
of I's.
Boundary phenomenon
or limits beyond which
something else--expresses.
Takes place out there, beyond, where
language happened, logic unfolded,
one cannot speak, but
hear whispers
and driven to recognition
hear someone say:
Nothing; or swim! you can swim in it!
(not unlike that little penguin, who having
spent his lucky short life upright on the ice flow
somehow knows that real-life is in the water
and jumps in.
The ocean wells up beneath thinning ice,
we don't know what we'll become until we jump
into the breach.

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is deeppark a real person? I can't imagine anyone being this creative, otherwise he's a genius.
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*laugh* Yes, he's a real person. I find it absolutely amazing that you think a computer would be more creative than a person.
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That way, into the woods,
the animation
of relation
in mutation
as a living
breathing
changing
thing: Things.

This way,
towards
what's not
there now:
Today.

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Do not click this unless you are 18.
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you click there
for you are

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Oi. Does 27 have things to own?
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Driven nuts by the benign,
perfect smile that you'd like to kiss
on the face of that girl
who hands you her heavy little muffins (for peace);
your greasy tie dangles down, calico
under a clean shaven fat rosy face
whose chin skin flap sweats,
plump over a tightening collar--

Let's get the facts straight and atomic:
Lemon or Poppyseed,
it smells like a girl.

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I think I finally get the "case" part. Now I have to wonder if I'm interpretting "trap" correctly.

I see you, deepark.

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That is where.
God is that.
Falling.
Utterly the case (Der Fall), creator of the world.
The fall of all that falls, falling.
The being of all being, being.
And every creature, in its edenic be-ing, reveals him.
It does what it is, and is what it does.
Sprouts sprout. Trees of fruit make fruit.
The flying thing flies. The gliding thing glides.
'adam works the 'adamah of which he's made.
The nahash ("whisper", "augur") whispers augury.
havvah ("life-giver") gives life.
YHVH ("he who is/causes to be") is/causes to be.
These are name-fates.
The angels are spoors of Eden:

spaces of essence, shields of bliss, tumults
of enraptured feeling and suddenly, solitary,
mirrors: which draw their own beauty, streaming out,
back again into their own countenance.
(2:14-17)

and the animal:

his being [sein Sein] is to him
endless, uncomprehended and without view
on his condition, pure, like his view.
(8:38-40)

sein Sein: his being his being his being.

In cold marble I live for myself.

The 'asher is the mirror, rooted finally in God, in his in(de)finite self-reflection.
Fallen Man, the Man of the case, "has become like one of us", Godlike in his knowing that.
But God just is that, knowing that. He is that, reflecting: I am that I am; affirming himself endlessly.
Man, whose knowing is finite, loses himself in finding himself, knowing—fearing himself as that.
To find himself he must lose himself.

As child
one loses oneself there in the stillness
(8:19-20)

To lose himself he must loose himself.

Does the world-space
into which we loose ourselves taste of us then? Do the angels
really only catch up what is them, their streaming out,
or is there sometimes[...] a little
of our essence as well?

(2:29-30)

To be one again he must be nothing, without no.
To be whole he must be hole.
As long as he is in the mirror he is lost.
And every mirrored solution is merely part of the problem.
He must become it, intensifying the very <gestures/experience/?> of the fall, the seeing of himself, the hearing of God's voice, until they are complete, finished.
Crushed into the mirror's singularity. (W)hole.
The terror is the focal point in the concave mirror of Der Fall.
Yet he must become it.
Seeing and showing at once.
Hearing and uttering at once.

to watch so fully that in the end,
to offset my watching, an angel must go there
(4:54-5)

Watch like the dancer at the barre, until lost in her own reflection.
Dead to the world.
Then she shows.

Angel,
to you I show it still, there! in your watching
(7:70-1)

Hear, my heart, as only
holy ones heard before
(1:55-7)

(x:yy-yy)=(#Elegy, #Verse in Duino Elegies, Rilke) etc.

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3.04
An a priori true thought would be one whose possibility guaranteed its truth.

3.05
Only if we could know a priori that a thought is true if its truth was to be recognized from the thought itself (without an object of comparison).

(Witt. TLP)

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Breathe, you insolvable piece of code
always pervading
the clean, congested space
of a cloud of data.

Blown by a wind you embark
on a transmission
singing your herz
while it gnaws at your throat.

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skipping Gym
to go and hide
in a place you imagine
nobody'll use
in this steady rain
whose brick walls contain
forgotten tables
old and cement
and a little garden
with small purple flowers
the sound of the rain
and you snuggled in
close to the minutes
inside the rain
and the drops on the petals
the sound of a world
swelling up into the quiet
your breath and the rain
to be still in the rain

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Wow. I've never seen you post before, but you're a genius.

(Am I the only one who's pretending to know what he means and saying he's brilliant because I really don't?)

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