The Subversion of Time – and Empirics
Prologue
One might need or want time. That is the compression of the events of one life, and what emerges from the order seen as an order. This compression has a power to allow things to stand, to allow things to stand. I also have to end what has overhang me or better the compression of memory in the burying of a past, use what followed to modify what was, and to be build new me in the light of it. Moreover in this time, I at least exist as clearly me- I will not confuse myself with a boofer lady therefore. I am not her passion or her play thing. I am alone and myself a person.
I am m –even if that me is caught in poverty, and apparent distain.
And yet even as one makes the resolve to be a good Deleuzian Bergonsian (there are worse, far worse things to be) one is caught appealed to from without.
Act 1” The present escape.
The present comes always into ones time from elsewhere. A pace one thought one knew, a time when felt oneself the master of. It comes with a present one was not expecting and yet which breeds hope or fear in the mind. It then fills into the mind, from without, and apparently confirms r challenges what that mind can think. In the challenge though, even in that hope the mind feels itself caught. That is it feels or better is made rather uncomfortably to feel its own position and power.
To Hope is of course o be caught fearing and dreading – this to be put thoroughly in ones place. I am here hoping, which that which is from without manifests itself within a me. A old friend r the landlord which gives ones the ability to hold into the frame a present, communicates therefore the word from the beyond – the word which effects what one is, and yet to which one cannot escape.
More than this word as it is present queries ones right to and the powers of ones own past. The point about the present as such the point as an empirical vibrantly vivacious force is tat it really does not care two arses about the my time It does not care. No worse than that as it is what it is it glories in its difference and its ability to be different or to defy what ever I have compressed in my mid as time. All that nobles renunciations as they are made present are merely pressed into the fabric of the world - a world that assumes them as its own and does not care about my nobility or my sacrifice. Why should it. I am just a dude. I Ma therefore put thoroughly and brutally in my place, a bit player for al my nobility, without a right to l am anything, worse than that, my implicit right t claim more is derided. My claim is seen as something distinctive and problematic. If I claim what is mine and insists on the rights of time I will destroy the power and beauty of the present and its ability to act.
I am therefore obliged to be noble to renounce even as I hope – that is to allow what I hope for to be different and other than my mind and my time.
I might flee into the security of a time but that does not mean the option to be it is simply left to a me.
Act 2 the past.
Escaping the past is a little different. One has desires to do that as some level. O better desire is this at some point. To escape the past is to escape a trap of creeping death. A death that inflicts one as one acts in a way that is of the past and present at once. To Nurse a child is then to be caught across a trap of the generations – which child is one nursing/ One own? Ones child child? R oneself. All look out in the plastic face of a baby. All Watch. The past is therefore everywhere witnessing us, and brooding.
How can one escape this legacy? How can one ensure that the slow creep of pasts that catch the resent in a too vivid reality do not destroy what one is?
How can one then re-throw what one is to avoids the trap of being a past, or becoming a simple past – or worse being caught in a simple role?
Here three pointers help.
One might open on the past of oneself and rummage across it to pluck out something one once was, and wants again to resurrect. To be a resurrection man of the past, to conjure with its spirits is to rethrow minds and allow others and difference there place or pointer. Remembering ones past passion, is a powerful point of escape.
But then one needs in these passions the ability to fragment what one is now. That is whatever traps one has been caught in, however profound will line the light of this present need to be attacked or comprised. I will therefore set of a journey a place to plc of space and time. I Will not be able to form the simple scab of time over the resurrected past. If I do I risk becoming trapped into hat scabbing. Better then to be a journeyman, conjuring up a previous me as I go from here to there and back again. Past knowledge is then fragmented into a the present. The present becomes itself the beacon of the past.
The past is then turned into the point of access for the present. That is the present erupts into what past I felt. I have fragmenting it in the now. I keep enough of that past however to serve as a map even a fragmented one to that present. It therefore allows me to enter into the hurly burly of the present, and define where I am (if not what I am). I conjure up y own past, and then use the map of being a past to fix point or journeys, journeys that the present takes up and changes or runs with of even modifies.
Memory as a map merely becomes the fixing of certain point, and the flexible drawings that link these points (and which could always link them other ways). It is the up to what is present, what tumble in to allow or not these past pointers to stand and to modify the journeys. The past is merely a guide or map in which other differences fall.
But this is not yet enough. To escape the past as such. One also needs to make sense of that time which does past – to make sense of it as something blasted away from mere memory. This sense falls onto a mind in the sense that owns something yet to be. To really escape the past one needs then to make the passage of time pay back to the future a past debt. The future is therefore allowed to emerge into the past as the debt it must owe to what it is drawing upon and through. It owes what allowed it its freedom to act as it does and what allows its possibility in the first place. In paying back the debt to what allowed it its forward motion, in turns the passage of a time into something constructive. As Time passes, as new futures tumble into a mind, the past pay back what it owes, and is made noble in the undertaking. The movement forward is then revealed not as its own. the past does not own the passage of time. It merely marks it in the form of what it owes something else, the future: That is in marks it in paying back it debt o a future and what manifests within that being a future.
At 3: the future.
How does the future escape time? This is no simple move as the future necessarily lacks the homogeneity of the past (and the compactness of the present). The future sprawls before us, postulating slightly. How does one then allow it its empiric ability to be other than the time we would allow for it, and attempt to fix into tin?
Perhaps one needs to divide the empiric into three scenes of their own.
Scene 1: the future in the present. What is of the future no? what other realties are tempestuously storming into the present, and which beckons the future? To open a bridge to that future is to open another window on the world. To open that channel is then to plumb the storms and squalor of a human heart. This storm reveals that other worlds are even now being built. That is other deep passions are warping that world we are in. Passions power to double creation or rather to convert flickers of memory into stolid empirical truth is there the enigma of the future in the present. In this enigma what is not enough. It is being quietly warped way into… It is being challenged and changed or at least made .
To look then of the future is to look on what stormy waters are warping the empiric world and making in unsolvable and not contained in any one vivid reality.
Scene 2: the message from the past. One can use the past in the future to subvert whatever happen or at least communicate to it. One is w and yet one looks to what even how clearly might be, and takes precautions accordingly. One therefore secretes little memos to oneself and across oneself. On beckons therefore whatever will be or ensures or allows in that will be for eventualities all to clear fro this point in the futures past. The Past therefore ensures the future has reserve. The weigh of time might lie between, the press of years but the past has ensures that in exploding into that weight it allows for or perhaps better creates breakages or points of fracturing difference across these times across these differing minds. The Present futures in then ruptures in the consequence of the action I take now, actions which it feels it can use (or others can use in the name of me). It therefore allows one to establish or open up or communicate across times feeling now, and allow the future to share though them or with them
. passion therefore become telegraphic: I now act so you them will sure in my feelings and act according with whatever then needs to be done. We together resonate although all the weight of time lies between us.
Scene 3: or perhaps I need o create an actions scarily an event not which in acting toward the future captures up whatever and blends or force it to jangle in ways unseen. My relation to such a future will then be as a letter sent form without under a cover that will fall upon a stranger and effect them in ways I cannot yet understand or allow for, The event of them getting the latter here is very secondary – and the event of my simply sending it (under an assumed name) also inconsequential. What matter is less ht event of the letter and more the oddity itself it spring up What that event is and who it falls upon matter then, far more than exactly how the event itself falls (it might fall in so many ways). It is then the difference one makes the difference that are made within are then taken up in the quiet communications of strangers that creates or rethrow a future which was always a future. A Letter sent is therefore towards future.
A letter received from a person unknown which lows other elements to act is likewise immediately requiring one to act now, or better catching one in a action. It is already to be caught up in differences in the world already impelled towards something other something in the yet to be. It impels action, And yet in such a way that this precise action then creates other action and yet others. The entire process becomes thereby netted in the opening of the future, and its manifest tumbling.
To send a letter as the future is therefore to send a letter that is never really present (and so not a real vent as such). It is rather to send an urgency for action, and urgency that catches up a mind in acting immediately (to prove something they always new), and action that ill then have endless extra action uneven spill of it. One moves a mind therefore towards one future, and then in doing so springs untold others in the process.
The future escapes time by communicating it own action, in such a way that the every communication itself is unstable, it springs forwards and changes everything. Or better it allows changes to scurry and manifest what they are. It creates in acting new possibilities that bleed into that action, and open out from it and for it.
An event perhaps, but one that was always already in unspoken future, and never formally fixed to the present (it never was seen as such, not even in a God –all God would know is the scurry the future).