Monday, May 20, 2013

Gayness is Alright
by Maxwell Clark


I am analyzing society on the scale of subnational formations. By subnational formation I mean any group of individuals whose collective socioeconomic potency as a group is most or rather moreso liable to affect the body politic as a force apart from the official nation-state level of governance. These distinctions are too sharp however, the real expresses them in mixtures. Judaism in Europe being a prime example of this potency of subnational groups to eventually express their might in the thoroughly, thoroughly imperialist gesture of nation-founding, perhaps at least as within our global modernity.

Thus to gayness, or the pursuit of gayness. As the body very much is scientifically observed to be sexed in the traditional biological sense, the expression of the gender of that irrevocably birth-sexed body may allow the opposite to appear within gender norms, also as subnational formations, as in the case of feminity (however anti-feminine or nihilistic it may be). One is born more or less irrevocably female or male, and all of the many facts of hermaphroditism acknowledged (as affirmations of my spectrum-dependent theses herein), but one may express oneself, in the infinity of expression (as thinking itself), anywhere along this spectrum in our so tiny and so unalterably hermeneutic little worlds of experience.

Hegel’s complexus of sensuousness and ideality, and the term “complexus” herein especially, as an at once analytic and almost organically motile framework for hanging together even more expressively loaded terms like phenomena and datum, or, perhaps, as phenomenology “in a nutshell” (as I laughingly, ridiculously dare to call it) --- yes, phenomenology itself thus transcends, because essentially located within its own complexus with all alone remind you, all transcedence.

And to transcend transcedence, this is post-fabricated origin of all group-formation: some become fully respected as friends and, more than less; the other others become all the same enemy. At the peak of subnational ascendence (as of yet), in achieving the highest laurels of equality with many otherwise ruling-nations, the transcendence of the avaristic narcissism (of the all-integrating complexus) once at work within the given group ascending, and ascending just so far as this transcendence blesses it perhaps, and thus the formation of a near-ultimate respect of otherness within the limits of the nation’s identitarian criteria is observed. Thus the euphoria of Nazism, within Germany’s Aryan born or also those tolerably-well expressing themselves (adopted) to be so, even if not so then at all behind their Aryan expression --- thus the remainder of Otherness within Nazism.

I apologize for my sovereigns, as these masters are all my slaves as a slave of the slave-group, and as surely as our master-slave dialogue is that of that Emerson-knighted term: Oversoul. If kings once ruled for lifetimes, that lifetime rule was justified by the effectively willing submission of his subjects. "The instinct of the people is right." (Emerson) That subnational groups did occassionally rather often run riot throughout feudal European formations of state, and far beyond, just as today, of course, it of course follows.

And so to the grandeur of my (ultramaterialist) ethical endnote: the abolishment of a sovereign is only affected by a new, or a newly more-powerful sovereign and their formation; expect nothing radically new from the statist hiero-formations of what is (as anarchic chaos). I love the appeasement of the state and its peoples, being as this state is one of soulful feeling as such, this is a good thing. And by soulful, I mean the absolute expressiveness wherein the alienation of one’s own private good from the private essence of others is maintained. Thank you.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Footprints. Art Exhibit + Reading: 3/28/13

Footprints. Art Exhibit + Reading: Thursday, March 28th, 2013

@ Fellowship Place
441 Elm Street
New Haven, CT 06511
203-401-4227

1-3pm, Art-room. Ask to sign in as a guest at the front gate with Denise, the receptionist.

Feat. the paintings of Maxwell Clark (possibly one other artist)

Readings by Desiree Branch and Maxwell Clark, fellows and poets.

Refreshments will be served.

contact: maxclark84@gmail.com

Friday, January 27, 2012

Microwavy, Infinitely-Two: The Scrolls



We are jump-kicking off the rolly office-chairs at once, as one, in freeze-frame unity of immortally infinite eternity.
Doubly dangerous, double-variable calculus in the portable -- done side-by-side, like brothers of an eternal unity-bond forevermore, serious.
I am your teammate in a lazer-war for it all, no holding back this time, dudes.
Double-player mode next-level upwards bound to each other like super-superglue.
We both play soccer! And on the same team! Yeeeesss!

Saturday, January 21, 2012

The Masterpiece of My Life

I seem to be becoming a saint.


Derailment: what is the analytical criterion for distinguishing between narrative continuity and disjointure? Or, (pseudo-derailment:) isn't "juxtaposition" essentially an incoherency in and of itself, and esp. on its conceptual register? And isn't the explicit failure of an author, or a self, to cohere within a generic ensemble, a genre, or even a genome, actually an ethical candor, or even the self's very mode of existing? And (to continue on more inconsequently than is perhaps normal:) all atoms of matter must swerve away from their natural course in order to even be (Lucretius). Inconsistency, or multiplicity, is of the essence of being. Beyond being, in deontology, or ethics, is only the unsaid and unsayable, a non-place whose contours are yet more difficult to betray within prismatically orderly and well-sequestered language than outside, among the wilds of such pulverized archipelagoes of the word as I exude. Break: I am gleaning the sweetness out from along the vents. All of this to say something more unrelated than not: in breaking the forms of language more severely than others I achieve both an ethical and poetic preeminence among them, as shattering their vessels of totality opens the way to an entirely creative infinity, and this is also a kind of non-spatial transcendence into the beyond of my being that welcomes the face of the neighbor in an absolutely respectful distance and peace, without imperializing their difference into a sameness of genre or form or style or, maybe even, name. Hinge: the disarray and multitudinousness of being is not negated in my ethical turn, it is positively irritated, aggravated in its intensity until the overabundancy of its atomistic essence leads to an exhaustion of this finite modality at the extremes or cruxes, the edges, the periods: hence an absolutization of the only potential or partially incoherent, disjunctive character of being, as in the cracking open of a wrinkled nutshell, and the possibility of a truly non-correlative and loving relationship being founded.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Anathemas

Come up heavier lowly juked.
I preen awfully.


I want only words on the page, that's why I included this picture, because it makes no sense to me either, and that's what's most important -- the disease. A picture of a diseased bull is a pretty stupid thing to me, like stupid fresh, and patois is so diseased to me, like your other mother. You can't ever know anything either, there, I finally figured it all out, so why are you all knowing this? I wash it with my urine. I am looking at the picture and it says to me nothing at all, because I wasn't really paying attention to it, and really just want to write and not have pictures appear on this surface. Pictures once made fun of me in elementary school, you see. Actually I'm a dumbshit painter myself, I paint a lot like Basquiat actually, and when I paint, I call my brushstrokes "acts", and my color theory "juking". Notice the frame, or whatever those wood-like pieces are, framing Basquiat's picture, which it is framed in, framely-like, they start from within the picture and jut out, which is obviously wrong and good and excelsior!!!