High Definition

[alexanderscttb]

“. . .why can’t we be what we want to be?
We want to be free. . . [. . .] Three o’clock
roadblock / And hey, Mr. Cop! Ain’t got
no. . . birth certificate on me now.”
-Bob Marley-One can’t speak precisely

Comments

[alexanderscttb]

That’s cool, I didn’t think about that but based on your observation, I feel like I do tend to write in, almost a desperate way, trying to open up a conversation with potential readers. There could be any number of reasons for why that is. One that I would like to try to get behind is that hopefully it turns the situation into a mutual one, where the reader is as important as the writer. After all, what is the point of writing in the absence of a reader?

Not to mention that I question where the barrier is between the two roles after all, because receiving your comments puts me in the position where I want to elaborate on the ideas you have contributed to this.
You mention going beyond the walls of language and, regardless of whether or not it’s possible to get beyond that horizon, I still think it’s a critical liberatory step to be able to see how there’s a structure to it; and not one that is necessarily predetermined but which is contingent and therefore open to interpretation, even creative restructuring. This idea could be applied broadly to all kinds of systems I reckon, and I feel like in essence this is similar to the skill of knowing when facts of history are being presented for what they are, and when facts have been contaminated with an ideological perspective, that hides itself by proclaiming first that it is not ideologically motivated and hence, that it is the “real” history.

Dominator societies foist their systems, their symbols, indeed their language and culture onto others, either through hardcore colonization or softer forms of neocolonialism. These forms of domination both subtly and egregiously affect the way people perceive of themselves in relation to time and the universe, among many other things of course.
And I mean come on, how absurd is it to conceive of Time as a bearded white dude in the sky, who was a baby-eater no less!