Friday, April 16, 2010

Let this be a warning to any reader who might stumble upon these writings: They are quackery. Empiricism is "ignorant and unscientific practice; quackery." Philosophically speaking, it is "the theory which regards experience as the only source of knowledge." The person tapping out these words in a liquid crystal space fancies him/herself an empiricist.

How can quackery impart any knowledge? Only a philosophy of quackery would claim itself a source of knowledge. I am no philosopher, nor was meant to be. These writings merely record a body of reading, a body that begins and ends with reading. The body of reading writes itself, using mybody to tap on the keys. It is a particular practice, with a particular beginning and end. There is no general knowledge to be had.

This search for the meaning of mylife, is a particular practice; I do it for myself. At some point I became obsessed with the meaning of mybody of experience. These writings are recordings of that obsession, of that necessarily "ignorant and unscientific practice." The record, of course, is open to reading. Quackery is a performance.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

" Show me the face you had before you were born." Does that original body have a face? Or do the faces emerge in the separation? There is no single face; the minimum is two; face and about face. Faces supply the recognition necessary to fantastic knowledge. The players show their faces to each other; as they face each other they recognize themselves. Fantastic knowlege is a knowledge of faces. The task is to read the faces facing me, in order that I know myface. The character that I write for myself is a reflexion of the other face facing me.

It is a drop dead beautiful Sunday morning on Harris Creek.