Chaos-face cinema
original writingIntroduction
The illusion of seeming chaos.
A common theme of human art is the seeming chaos of our world. In fact, the concept of entropy is important within modern science as well. The idea of disorder is fascinating because of how engrained it is within the collective perception, in spite of the fact that it is really a misnomer: there is no such thing as disorder, only highly intricate order of a degree inapprehensible to the senses.
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It is also interesting because due to the dualistic structure of the intellect, we have a powerful instinct to attempt to derive meaning, order, and harmony from the wildly divergent manifestations of reality which we experience. Such expressions as "makes no sense, has no meaning, does not exist, it's completely random, based on chance, etc." are defensive maneuvers of the mind terrified of facing the stunning depth of the total realness of all facets of the wholeness of the cosmos. They dissolve as totally absurd during surrender to Truth at great depth.
Reading notes
The piece is somewhat based on this conception of nonrandom wholeness, as is much of my writing. Some describe it as stream-of-consciousness writing. Essentially, it is an exercise to allow the subconscious to express itself without too much censorship on the part of the judging portion of the mind. At its worst it becomes insipid psychobabble,
at its greatest–moments of invaluable lucidity and ease. Above all, it is an exercise in acceptance, a practice of comfort within the medium of written language.
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To achieve the desired effect, this entire piece is one great, messy stanza. It should reflect the ugly beauty of life on planet Earth. It is attempting to depict the noise and grace of modern culture. It is talking about the thriller of our shared production, projected on the shimmering canvas of our very faces– blank with the eager reception of a small child,
to receive the excitement and entertainment of the physical world, and to multiply it, as skilled actors-in-training on a cosmic scope.
Chaos-face cinema
An everyday tragedy
& the ascension of loss–
grand loss, staggering wound,
a portal through cold stars
riding birds with grey string
howling sun
jackals who question spring's eminence
rubbish
stinking crowd
junkyard face of gratitude
one and the same
wretched
yet luminous
electrons follow the script
and disobey scruples of dead gods
betrayal
rope bridges, gnarled fantasies
taken to the torch
more rubbish
more gratitude
more loss &
the freedom of loss
more tragedies
more transcension
More platitudes & sermons
strange inertia & the excitement of rebels
projected on our faces:
mundane & magic silver screens.
Written by
@d-pend
1/1/18
Images arepublic domain
(edited by
@d-pend)