Τετάρτη, 21 Μαρτίου 2018

Τετάρτη, 14 Μαρτίου 2018

The Monster and the Worm



Once upon a quite long time ago,
when the Earth was young, and the velvet sky a dark and mauve-ish hue of awe,

the only jewel upon the sky was Lady Moon,
and She was made of silver.

Upon the wet and muddy forest floor,
covered with fallen leaves of every kind you've thought and more;
covered with crunchy or squishy things, alive or dead afore,
the common Worm hurried along,
as many an everending night it did before.

The common Worm, creeping and crawling on the forest floor,
quite like it had on any other night before,
could not have seen,
could not have known; or felt, or smelt,
what was it, was about to go.


Behind the forest bushes and behind the forest trees,
behind the velvet, mauve-ish night that makes you shake your knees
,suddenly,
 jumped the Monster!



"Eeek!" squilled in agony the fret-filled Worm.


And some have said, along with sound of fright, a passing, cunny Wind did stole,
it left, as well, some poopies, on the forest floor.



As the swirly cloud of dust settled ,taking back its quaint, Aristotelian-peaceful place, upon the forest floor,
and the trembling Earth did cease her disco-dancy shaking, under the Monster’s weight-and-all,
the giant Monster who was standing gloriously and tall,
opened its yellow, wondrous eyes
and stared directly at the Worm, with the audacity and demande[i] of someone waiting at the door.

The Worm, now having scavenged some archaic sense of Warrior- soul,
 stared back with pride, it gave its all,
his leaping gaze delved deeply but not laboriously at all, 
through the mysterious tunnels behind the curious glare of the yellow eyed Monster.

This un-intermittent, collaboratory stare, of this binary system, or, if you like, Golden event[ii], was not in the least broken, or terminated, as the mammoth Monster lowered its monstrous head, leaning close to, and bringing it directly in front of the stare-y eyes that happened to be sitting upon the face of the Worm.
And as he did so, the Monster, facing the worm-ish face, opened its mouth, as wide he could, and smiled. 
As a result of this, his boar-ish tusks did glisten, lit from a single lunar streak of light.



And there they stood without a word,
staring at each other;
like idiots.



Some time had passed like this. We do not know exactly, was it an hour or so, for no-one counted, and forest floors are known to be lacking, or short of, big ticking clocks. Dazed and confused, the Worm first spoke; he spoke like this, with soft and whispering voice, lest not, it, of the situation make a mock:
“I do not understand;
what is it that my worm-ish eyes are seeing,
as I do look upon this Monster’s yellow eyes.
What fancy?
What treacherous mirage is it I lay my gaze on,
this can’t be me, is this supposed to be my own reflection?
For I have looked upon rivers moonlit and have ,I, in wondering rain-drops recognized my worm representation.
Alas! This spectacle I’m witnessing cannot be it!
Impossible and evil fantasy!!
I see this God , where my familiar features should have been, I see this golden, firy, Godlike creature.
Dear Monster, what is wrong?
Why do your mirror-eyes betray my senses so?”

And then the Monster spoke, his voice a little higher-pitched than usual:
-Perhaps it’s madness, I could not know, perhaps we’ve turned into buffoons, the laughing-stock of all; but what I see, dear Worm, has made me be, oh, equally at awe.
-Dear Monster, what is it that you see? Please say.
-Worm dearest, dearest Worm, of course, I’d know my monstrous face, I’ve had it for ten years or so, but… but… but… but, when I look inside your mirror-eyes I see a princess, ghostly white with golden wavy hair wearing a nun-sawn, whitest frock.

Silence

-Dear Worm?
-Yes, Monster, dear.
-I love you, Worm, now and forever more.
-FOREVER MORE?! YOU LOVE ME AND FOREVER MORE?! the Worm said screaming and in horror curled into a ball.
The Monster whispered soft, upon the ball-ish Worm, his breath tickling its curled up body:
-Dear Worm, please do not curl into a ball, I said it, I love you! I love you and forever more! and he gave its worm-ish, pointy head a little kiss.
And so the Worm, fought with its fear, uncurled and ceased to be a ball and said:
-I love you, Monster; I love your body and your soul, your wicked snout, your silly smile with crooked teeths of boar, 
I love you whole.


And they both smiled at each other.
Like idiots.



But, see, children, it still utterly escapes me, what this tale of Old is truly trying to convey. You see, children, fideism- the heretic belief that faith rests on faith and nothing else- is quite a dangerous idea. In this via negativa [iii],  where désir[iv] is  raped into the shape of besoigne[v], where maybe worms cannot be Gods and monsters cannot be princesses with hand-sawn white dresses, it seems to be almost impossible 
to distinguish
virtú[vi] from virtual,
to acquire
an outillage mental[vii] to tell apart
delusion from reality.




“Why is the sky so bright and blue?
Who took away its mauve-ish hue?
Can it be you and I that fly,
so high above, this eye-squinting-light-filled thing that used to be the sky?”










[i] (Γαλλικά) αίτημα, από Lacan
[ii] από Garrison για φυσικη
[iii] από Hegel, path of the negative (λατινικά)
[iv] (Γαλλικά) επιθυμία, από Lacan
[v] (Γαλλικά) ανάγκη, από Lacan
[vi]  Αρετή (λατινικά)
[vii] Mental tool, από Abel Rey





Κάτι τεχνικό
όταν χρησιμοποιώ ορολογιές απο φιλοσοφία ή επιστήμη, δεν είναι για το πλήρες νόημά τους, συνήθως είναι απλά για αισθητικούς, προβοκατόρικους, ειρωνικούς λόγους, άλλες φορές με απλά την απλή τους μετάφραση και όχι την τεχνική τους σημασία και επίτηδες χρησιμοποιημένες λάθος, ή για να δώσουν κάποιες πηγές για τα λιγότερο προφανή νοήματα του κειμένου

Σάββατο, 30 Σεπτεμβρίου 2017

De revolutionibus orbium coelestium

Tου' πανε: «Πάνε γάμα κάνα τοίχο να στρώσεις» και το 'κανε. Πήγε βρήκε έναν τοίχο και τον γάμησε. Ήταν βράδυ, δεν είχε πιει,
(δε χρειαζότανε)
,βρήκε έναν τοίχο εκειπέρα και τον γάμησε. Έναν οποιονδήποτε τοίχο; Όχι· τό 'ψαξε λίγο πρώτα. Βόλταρε λίγο γύρω γύρω με τα χέρια  στις τσέπες μέσα στο σκοτάδι, φορούσε κουκούλα και καλά για ξεκάρφωμα. Και καλά για να μη φαίνεται η μούρη του. Και καλά για να νιώθει ασφαλής, προστατευμένος, αλώβητος, δυνατός. Με την κουκούλα ήταν όλα αυτά και άλλα τόσα. Η κουκούλα έχει πολύ μεγάλη δύναμη ρεπούστημου, έχει, έχει. Είναι μαγικιά. Τον προστάτευε από την θεωρία της οπτικής του Γιόχανες Κέπλερ [όχι του Grosseteste, αυτός είναι πολύ ντεμοντέ, αν και είναι πολύ γλυκούλης ο μπαγάσας]. Τον προστάτευε από την θεωρία της Οπτικής του Κέπλερ όπως παρουσιάστηκε στον Αυτοκράτορα την πρωτοχρονιά του 1604 και αργότερα στο δημοσίευμα με τίτλο "Astronomiae Pars Optica" (To oπτικό μέρος της Αστρονομίας). Από την άλλη, και αυτό είναι a posteriori βέβαιο, η κουκούλα δεν τον προστάτευε  από τους τρεις Νόμους της Πλανητικής Κίνησης του Κέπλερ. Γιατί; Γιατί όση κουκούλα και να σουρτουκώνεται η χορευτική σουλάτσα των πλανητών θα περιγράφεται μαθηματικά με τον ίδιο ακριβώς τρόπο, καθώς η ύπαρξή του, απολύτως καμία ικανότητα έχει να την τροποποιήσει. Για να είμαστε απόλυτα σαφείς λοιπόν: Η κουκούλα
Δεν τον προστάτευε από τον πρώτο νόμο της κίνησης των πλανητών του Κέπλερ:
1. Τα ουράνια σώματα κινούνται σε ελλειπτικές τροχιές στη μία εστία της οποίας είναι ο ήλιος.
Επίσης δεν τον προστάτευε από το δεύτερο Νόμο του Κέπλερ, γνωστό και ως "Νόμο του Εμβαδού":
2. Τα ουράνια σώματα καλύπτουν ίσα εμβαδά σε ίσους χρόνους.
Ακριβώς όπως δεν τον προστάτευε από τον τρίτο Νόμο του Κέπλερ, γνωστό και ως "Νόμο των Αρμονικών":
3. Το τετράγωνο της περιόδου του πλανήτη γύρω από τον ήλιο είναι ανάλογο με τον κύβο της ακτίνας της έλλειψης.
Έψαξε λοιπόν λίγο και τον βρήκε τον τοίχο. Ε δεν ήτανε και φοβερά δύσκολο, από τοίχους να φαν κοικότες. Στάθηκε μπροστά στον τοίχο, το σκέφτηκε λίγο, ΝΑΙ ΤΟ ΣΚΕΦΤΗΚΕ λογικό είναι, έβγαλε έξω το μπουτσο του χωρίς να κατεβάσει παντελόνια και γάμησε το ντοίχο. Αυτό που έκανε δηλαδή, ήταν να χτυπάει με δύναμη το μπούτσο του πάνω στον τοίχο, κρατώντας την αριστερή παλάμη του ανοιχτή, ψηλά, πάνω στον τοίχο, σα να αγγίζει τον τοίχο, έτσι όρθιος, σα να κατουράει, με την κουκούλα, για να μη φαίνεται, ο τοίχος ήτανε παλιός, είχε διάφορες τρύπες και κακώσεις, ήταν βρώμικος, φεύγανε σοβάδες, ξεφλούδιζε η μπογιά, ελευθερώνονταν τα σπόρια μούχλας που έμεναν εκεί. Ο πούτσος του είχε γίνει άσπρος απ' τους σοβάδες, αλλά από κάτω ήταν κόκκινος απ' την τριβή, σιγά σιγά άρχισε να ματώνει στα σημεία και έτσι δημιουργήθηκε μία πάστα από σκόνη άσπρη και αίμα κόκκινο που έκανε το μπούτσο του να ροζίσει σα παιδικό κοριτσίστικο στυλό. Στο τέλος έχυσε τον τοίχο, πάνω στον τοίχο, και κρατώντας τον πούτσο του στο χέρι του κοίταζε τα χύσια του στον τοίχο και σκεφτόταν, σκεφτόταν πράγματα, και μετά κατέβασε τον χέρι του απ΄τον τοίχο, το χέρι του που ακουμπούσε πάνω στον τοίχο, που άγγιζε τον τοίχο, και έπαψε να ακουμπά πια τον τοίχο, έπαψε να αγγίζει το χέρι του πια τον τοίχο και έβαλε το μπούτσο του μέσα στα παντελόνια του και έφυγε. Έφυγε και γύρισε σπίτι του και ξάπλωσε στο κρεβάτι του αλλά δε μπορούσε να κοιμηθεί κι έτσι συνέχισε να σκέφτεται ή συνέχισε να σκέφτεται και έτσι δε μπορούσε να κοιμηθεί. Γιατί εντάξει ο Κέπλερ ήταν Ηλιοκεντρικός, εντάξει ναι ήταν, και οι Νόμοι του ήταν, ναι κι αυτοί ήταν, αυτό δε μπορούμε να το αρνηθούμε. Γενικά ο Κέπλερ ήταν σωστό παλικάρι αλλά αυτά τα πράγματα δεν είναι απλά. Είτε λοιπόν το Σύστημα είναι ηλιοκεντρικό είτε γεωκεντρικό, και ας μη βιαστούμε να πάρουμε θέση εδώ πέρα, ας μη βιαστούμε, αυτές είναι πολύ σοβαρές αποφάσεις και να μην ξεχνάμε ότι η Μεσαιωνικό-αριστοτελική Φυσική Φιλοσοφία πάνω στην οποία στηριζόταν η γεωκεντρική ιδέα «σώζειν τα φαινόμενα». Τα έσωζε τα γαμημένα τα φαινόμενα, τα έσωζε και αυτό να μην το ξεχνάμε πριν πάρουμε θέση λες και μας ρώτησαν κάτι ασήμαντο τύπου: «Σ' αρέζει η μαύρη για η γάλακτοζ;» Και έτσι όπως είχε ξαπλώσει στο κρεβάτι του και ενώ δεν κοιμόταν, ένα κάτι τον έπιασε, ένα σφίξιμο στο στήθος, σα τύψεις συνειδήσεως, σα μετάνοια, σα να πλήγωσε τον τοίχο, και άρχισε να σκέφτεται:  Ο τοίχος τί φταίει όμως ρε φίλε; Και μήπως δεν ήτανε σωστό και μήπως δεν έκανα καλά. Δηλαδή ο τοίχος τι φταίει για όλα αυτά και τώρα εγώ τι έκανα στον τοίχο και άλλα τέτοια. Άρχιζε να σκέφτεται τέτοια λοιπόν, ξέρεις τέτοια, όλοι τα σκεφτόμαστε αυτά. Αυτοί οι παρανοϊκοί ανθρωπομορφισμοί που κάνουμε τατουάζ στην Οντολογία των παιδιών με τη βοήθεια των παραμυθιών και των μύθων από τότε που είναι μωρά, αυτοί οι παρανοϊκοί ανθρωπομορφισμοί που περιλούζουν μία κοινωνία της οποίας η βασική Μεταφυσική βρίθει από Ανθρωπικές Αρχές. Ρε μαλάκα, δε νιώθει ο τοίχος , ξεκόλα. Ρε μαλάκα, τοίχος είναι δε νιώθει.



Παρασκευή, 29 Σεπτεμβρίου 2017

Skatopsychos


"The thing is, if the building blocks of your existence 
are made of shit, however you try to rearrange those shit,
to explain,  to analyse, to narrate, to link causes
and effects,* to rename them, they are still a pile of 
liquid shit you are trying to build a doll-house out of."
Novalis


Videbo Caelos tuos opera digitorum tuorum1




Magnarum et gravium personarum crebra zeloque fidei accesna insinuavit relatio, quod nonnulli Parisius studentes in artibus proprie facultatis limites excedentes quosdam manifestos et execrabiles errores...in rotulo seu cedulis  presentibus hiis annexo seu annexis contento.²







Pretty boy speak. Pretty boy say things , pretty boy this and that, Green-eye lips pretty boy, Deleuze-Guattarí, pretty boy speak. Pretty boy rocking-chair, pretty boy can't rock anymore he is dying of hunger. Pretty boy skinny, pretty boy look like any woman in  the  victorian era
(faint)
Pretty boy look like he's dying in front of Him. pretty boy sad. pretty boy empty, pretty boy nothing, EX-NIHILO-PRETTY-BOY, pretty boy he's been through that shit many time pretty boy, pretty boy is used to be in a frequent state of dying. Pretty boy got the deaths -as in got the runs- and his ass is bleeding. pretty boy hunger strike. pretty boy speak. Pretty boy Nietzsche this and Nietzsche that, pretty boy almost hard for Friedrich. (almost).  pretty boy speak, pretty boy truth and such, pretty boy proof and such, pretty boy speaking of Logic or Reason (pretty boy young, still believes in pacifiers). Pretty boy say this and that, pretty boy smart. (that means he'll be fine if he goes ugly). Pretty boy story and 'The person we know did a ridiculous thing that I find it ridiculous' pretty boy laughing with Him about the pile of horse-manure that is human condition. Pretty boy thought, pretty boy song, pretty boy music, pretty boy shaved head, pretty boy hasn't washed for days, pretty boy smell like
Family; 
Relief;
Silence. 
Pretty boy skin. 
Pretty boy skin.
Pretty boy skin.
Pretty boy skin.
Pretty boy skin.Pretty boy skin.Pretty boy skin.Pretty boy skin.Pretty boy skin. P r e t t y   b o y  s k i n   m a d e  f r o m  t h e   D e v i l   t o   l a u g h   a t   t h e   f a c e    o f   t h e   g o o d n e s s   o f   G o d .  Pretty boy think his body something else from him, pretty boy think if you love his body you love someone else than him, pretty boy want to be loved for his mind not his face, as if it's a sin to praise God for Beauty. Pretty boy speak. Pretty boy read. Pretty boy speak about reading and read about speaking. Preatty boy write about speaking and speaking about writing about reading, pretty boy home- Jean Grenier, pretty boy live in the middle of the ocean. Pretty boy fan-girling over this new band, think they're called Metaphysics and the New Science, they are an S&M duo playing psychedelic, shoegaze, Neo-physics-core (post-ironically). I think he has a crush on the front man, Metaphysics.  Pretty boy has vaginas for ears wants to be banged like a whore all the time by musicians. Coke. Doesn't. Work. On pretty boy. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SERIOUSLY! Coke. Doesn't fucking. Work on him, HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA, he's immune, to COKE, isn't that really fucking FUNNY? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAH!
Pretty boy speak of starting heroin.
Pretty boy speak. Pretty boy say things , pretty boy this and that, Green-eye lips pretty boy, Deleuze-Guattarí, pretty boy speak. Jizz covered mustache, mustache covered in jizz immaculately as in very specifically located in the aforementioned area, as if with a FUCKING paint-brush, making pretty boy, white jizz-mustache. Pretty boy speak, LISTEN. Pretty boy flacid dick inside his clothe smell like breastfeeding milk and childhood. Pretty boy flacid dick put away in his clothe really soft and warm, really friendly and nice smell like safety and Family. Pretty boy flacid dick smell like a little sticky , pretty boy flacid dick smell like a cure to insomnia.Pretty boy speak.

Too much noise, and not enough silence; He has gone deaf.
So there was this thing that happened, back in the day, back in the day on the 7th of March 1277, the third anniversary of the death of St. Thomas Aquinas, Stephen Tempier, bishop of Paris, issued the condemnation of 219 errors of theology, natural philosophy, and logic.


Episcopo Parisiensi. Relatio nimis implacida nostrum nuper turbavit auditum, amaricavit et animum, quod Parisiis, ubi fons vivus sapientie salutaris abundanter hucusque scaturiit, suos rivos limpidissimos, fidem patefacientes catholicam usque ad terminos orbis terrae diffundens, quidam errores in prejudicium ejusdem fidei de novo pullulasse dicuntur. Volumus itaque tibique auctoritate presentium districte precipiendo mandamus, quatinus diligenter facias inspici, vel inquiri a quibus personis et in quibus locis errores hujusmodi dicti sunt sive scripti, et que didiceris sive inveneris, conscripta fideliter, nobis per tuum nuntium transmittere quam citius non omittas. — Dat. Viterbii, xv kalendas februarii, anno primo [Cad92, p. 51].³



This is not a metaphor in the least.
He leaned really close to the boy trying to listen better. Eyes in his eyes leaning like a huge building-crane-buldozer, tall like a gigantic praying mantis that is really tall. Not really about to build as to demolish.



libri naturalium, qui Parisius in Concilio provinciali fuere prohibiti, quedam utilia et inutilia continere dicantur, ne utile per inutile vitietur, discretioni vestre, de qua plenam in Domino fiduciam obtinemus, per apostolica scripta sub obtestatione divini judicii firmiter precipiendo mandamus, quatinus libros ipsos examinantes sicut convenit subtiliter et prudenter, que ibi erronea seu scandali vel offendiculi legentibus inveneritis illativa, penitus resecetis ut que sunt suspecta remotis incunctanter ac inoffense in reliquis studeatur [CUP, I, pp. 143–144].




Moved his hand round his neck, boy puzzled. Sudden choke-hold boy scared, TIGHTEN, boy gasping, RED, boy shocked, boy really fucking scared, WHAT THE SHIT, air, WHAT THE SHIT. "D". "a". "d". 



37 Quod nichil est credendum, nisi per se notum, vel ex per se notis possit declarari.

151 Quod ad hoc, quod homo habeat aliquam certitudinem alicujus conclusionis oportet, quod sit fundatus super principia per se nota. — Error, quia generaliter tam de certitudine. apprehensionis quam adhesionis loquitur.6

4 Quod nichil est eternum a parte finis, quod non sit eternum a parte principii.



HE BANGED. HIS FUCKING. HEAD. AGAINST. THE FFUCKING WALL. saying nothing. Boy crying, boy pleading, boy begging for mercy, though, as has been already stated God is deaf.



87 Quod mundus est eternus, quantum ad omnes species in eo contentas; et, quod tempus est eternum, et motus, et materia, et agens, et suscipines; et quia est a potnetia Dei infinita, et impossibile est innovationem esse in effectu sine innovatione in causa. 8

89 Quod impossibile est solvere rationes philosophi de eternitate mundi, nisi dicamus, quod voluntas primi implicat incompossibilia.9

99 Quod mundus, licet sit factus de nichilo, non tamen est factus de novo; et quamvis de non esse exierit in esse, tamen non esse non precissit esse duratione, sed natura tantum.10

101 Quod infinite precesserunt revolutiones celi, quas non fuit impossibile comprehendi a prima causa, sed ab intellectu creato.11

200 Quod evum et tempus nichil sunt in re, sed solum in apprehensione. 12



[This is His internal voice, He didn't say anything in reality]
BANGEDHISFUCKINGHEADAGAINSTTHEFUCKINGWALLREPEATEDLY. Boy's forehead bleeding, boy's face mangled. D. Boy standing up still facing the wall he is being elbowed against. SUPERFUCKINGFAST. Unzip. Take-out. Grunting. Punting. Grab his ass. All the weight on his body ONTHEWALL. Grab his belt, pull his pants down JESUSCHRIST, that fucking huge ass, I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU, you son of a bitch. You have the priviledge to be treated like an object, just to break the monotony of always being highly regarded as an INDIVIDUAL, A SUBJECT. Dick in boy's ass, blood and BRUISE, and blood and BRUISE and  BLOOD and BRUISE. FFFFUCK. A. EUDOXUS KNEW NOTHING OF TREPIDATION, SO HIS IDEA SEEMS TO BE LESS IN ERROR. BUT COPERNICUS, IN ORDER TO UPHOLD HIS OWN HYPOTHESIS, CLAIMS THE EARTH HAS THREE MOTIONS, ITS DIURNAL AND ANNUAL ONES, AND TREPIDATION; IF WE ADD TO THESE THE PULL OF WEIGHT TOWARDS THE CENTER, WE ARE ATTRIBUTING FOUR NATURAL MOTIONS TO ONE AND THE SAME BODY!!! D. IF THIS IS GRANTED, THEN THE VERY FOUNDATIONS OF PHYSICS MUST FALL INTO RUINS; FOR ALL ARE AGREED UPON THIS, THAT EACH NATURAL BODY HAS BUT ONE MOTION OF ITS OWN, AND THAT ALL OTHERS ARE SAID TO BE EITHER VIOLENT OR VOLUNTARY!!! A. THEREFORE, SINCE HE CLAIMS THE EARTH IS AGITATED BY FOUR MOTIONS, ONE ONLY CAN BE ITS OWN, THE OTHERS MUST BE CONFESSEDLY VIOLENT; YET NOTHING VIOLENT IN NATURE CAN ENDURE CONTINUOUSLY. FURTHERMORE THE EARTH IS NOT MOVED BY WATER, MUCH LESS BY THE MOTION OF AIR OR FIRE IN THE WAY WE HAVE STATED THE HEAVENS ARE MOVED BY THE REVOLUTIONS OF THE ENVELOPING HEAVENS!!! COPERNICUS FURTHER DOES NOT CLAIM THAT ALL THE HEAVENS ARE IMMOBILE BUT THAT SOME ARE MOVED, THAT IS, THE MOON, MERCURY, VENUS, MARS, JUPITER AND SATURN!!! BUT WHY SUCH DIVERSITY???? FFFFFUUUUUCK!!! NO ONE IN HIS SENSES, OR IMBUED WITH THE SLIGHTEST KNOWLEDGE OF PHYSICS, WILL EVER THINK THAT THE EARTH, HEAVY AND UNWIELDY FROM ITS OWN WEIGHT AND MASS, STAGGERS UP AND DOWN AROUND ITS OWN CENTER AND THAT OF THE SUN; FOR AT THE SLIGHTEST JAR OF THE EARTH, WE WOULD SEE CITIES AND FORTRESSES, TOWNS AND MOUNTAINS THROWN DOWN!!!13 FFFFUCK. 
HUH. 
  HUH. 
    Huh. 
       Huh. 
          huh. 
             huh. 
                    huh. 
                       huh.




Pretty boy loved Him just once and He didn't even know it.













* Forgive me ,heavenly Father, for I have sinned.



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1. I shall behold your heavens and works of your fingers [Frontpiece to Giovanni Battista Riccioli]
2. “We have received frequent reports, inspired by zeal for the faith, on the part of important and serious persons to the effect that some students of the arts in Paris are exceeding the boundaries of their own faculty and are presuming to treat and discuss, as if they were debatable in the schools, certain obvious and loathsome errors...which are contained in the roll joined to this letter” [FoO’N, p. 337]. 
3. “To the bishop of Paris. An exceedingly worrisome relation has recently disturbed our hearing and excited our mind, that in Paris, where hitherto the living font of salutary wisdom has been lavishly spreading its most clear streams showing the Catholic faith all the way to the ends of the earth, certain errors in judgment of that very faith are said to have sprung forth anew. And so we desire you, being strictly instructed by the authority of these presents, and we command that you should diligently cause to be inspected or inquired by which people and in which places the errors of this kind are spoken or written, and whatever you may hear about or find, you should not omit to faithfully write them down, to be transmitted to us through your messenger as quickly as possible. — dated by Viterbo, 18 January, in the first year.”
4. “The books on nature which were prohibited at Paris in provincial council are said to contain both useful and useless matter, lest the useful be vitiated by the useless, we command to your discretion, in which we have full faith in the Lord, firmly bidding by apostolic writings under solemn adjuration of divine judgment, that, examining the same books as is convenient subtly and prudently, you entirely exclude what you shall find there erroneous or likely to give scandal or offense to readers, so that, what are suspect being removed, the rest may be studied without delay and without offense” [Tho44, pp. 39–40].
5. “That one should not hold anything unless it is self-evident or can be manifested from self-evident principles” 
6. “That in order to have some certitude about any conclusion, man must base himself on self-evident principles.—The statement is erroneous because it refers in a general way both to the certitude of apprehension and to that of adherence” 
7. “That nothing is eternal from the standpoint of its end that is not eternal from the standpoint of its beginning” 
8. “That the world is eternal as regards all the species contained in it, and that time, motion, matter, agent, and receiver are eternal, because the world comes from the infinite power of God and it is impossible that there be something new in the effect without there being something new in the cause” 
9. “that is is impossible to refute the arguments of the Philosopher concerning the eternity of the world unless we say that the will of the first being embraces incompatibles” 
10. “That the world, although it was made from nothing, was not newly-made, and, although it passed from nonbeing to being, the non-being did not precede being in duration but only in nature” 
11. “That there has already been an infinite number of revolutions of the heaven, which it is impossible for the created intellect but not for the first cause to comprehend” 
12. “That eternity and time have no existence in reality but only in the mind” 
13. Jean Bodin, (1530-1596),Universæ Naturæ Theatrum










All latin passages from : Logic and the condemnations of 1277, Sara L. Uckelman† †Institute for Logic, Language, and Computation Plantage Muidergracht,Amsterdam, The Netherland ,November 13, 2008


Δευτέρα, 18 Σεπτεμβρίου 2017



Ιn the midst of my fingers there it lies.
In the midst of my fingers,
inside the flesh of the middle one, surrounding the bone, 
there lays the biggest FUCK YOU my unsubstantiated being  can muster.
Inside the flesh of the finger, you can find it by thoroughly searching with a needle or a small knife,
inside the tip of my finger is written the loudest screech of a FUCK YOU the industrious workinghard factory of my workinghard hateful sternum can produce.



Δευτέρα, 1 Μαΐου 2017



Καθόταν γονατιστός μπροστά Της, ακουμπούσε  στο γόνατο, με το χέρι κρατούσε το μεγάλο σπαθί, ο Μαύρος Ιππότης γονατιστός μπροστά στη Βασίλισσα, το Βασίλειο, υποσχόταν ότι θα προστατεύσει το Βασίλειο, τα μάτια του πετούσαν σπίθες, ο Μαύρος Ιππότης μιλούσε την Αλήθεια, ο Μαύρος Ιππότης εκλιπαρούσε για τη Συντέλεια του κόσμου, το τέλος των Καιρών, μπροστά στη Βασίλισσα, παρακαλούσε να ανοίξουν οι ουρανοί και να βρέξει θειάφι, την οργή του Κυρίου προσευχόταν να καταπέσει επάνω του, είχε βάλει σκοπό να πληρώσει για τις αμαρτίες της ανθρωπότητας, ο Μαύρος Ιππότης ευχόταν το Τέλος, το σπαθί του έπαιζε τον ήχο της καρατόμησης, το τραγούδι της ζωής του, ορκίστηκε στο είναι του Φόβου, γονατιστός μπροστά στη Βασίλισσα επάνω στο θρόνο, κάποια στιγμή θα συγγραφόταν το διάταγμα για το ποιοί αποτελούσαν εχθρούς του Βασιλείου, οι ουρανοί είχαν γίνει πάλι κόκκινοι.