Adore her form, gazing upon it all, anticipation

visitation of love, our love, her love, your love, my love, pure love: universal answer

And singular question. Sanctified, I believe my revery to be. Because I am gentle with love. At least one good thing I can say for myself.

Yet, oh my fucking god, gazing upon it all, good girl, just like that: doing that anticipation dance.

I’m caught up, by love. In love, desirous of her, I am rendered, am I rendered? Rendered 2 dimensional, mere mortal miming my mores my mere mores …

Older me, sitting within my pill circle of shut down, done with this, done with that, done with it all.

But I’m still caught up within love, desirous of them all, each, yes, I admit it, each, adore their forms, gazing upon them all, older me,

The anticipation of a changing subject, with respect to age, changing subject 21st century right now, his sexuality like these,

Oh, but I would kiss your lips, tongue to tongue, serpent lady, virgin vestal, jinn girl, Gog and Magog pussy

Depth divine. Depth delight desire these, one, let me, the other, yes.

Such a good girl. Such a good girl.

Your body is holy scripture, displayed before scholarship’s authority flow.

I love this, I love you, I, whatever I be,

A “me” …whose soul throw be eternally commingled with your electrically sweet body.


Colour qualia and fear

Colour qualia: perception of what is red, what is blue, what is yellow, what is white, what is … but … but what context? The “new” metaphysics of the late 20th century never really quite specified. It was as though the islands were rapidly reorganizing their longitude and latitude just as the geographer could categorize where they were, but failed, as he had not yet pinned down “longitude” and “latitude” within his meta-map.

In other words, the language game of that metaphysics was built on shaky ground.

Here’s a more interesting yet surprisingly obvious counter discourse. Colour counter qualia intersubjective. The intersubjectivity of colour. Counter qualia: not what we (whatever and whoever and where ever where are) perceive as “red”, but rather the eco-social-literary nature of what each subject agrees constitutes “red” within each and every, evolving, ever amorphous, taken to the now … by “red”.

Eco nature. Red: species perceive red and are afraid, fear is red, warning, red alert.

Social: red is warning, but so, along a completely different language game, so is sex, so is the game of pleasure, so red can be substituted, like a pawn reaching the end of the board, for sex, the red room, the scarlet woman.

Literary: Awareness and inscription: the means to production of each and every qualia-oriented metaphysics, the old ones and those to come, by means of interplay between the ecological nature of intersubjectivity and the social/civilizing axis of substitution/exchange within the rules of the either/or language game.


Let us make one footnote with respect to this new concept we submit to the reader: “Ecological intersubjectivity”. By this we do not mean an environmental activism, god no, well, you probably know us well enough now to understand we dislike anything that is situated within the category of “activism”. We mean a phenomenology of the self that is absolutely scientific-in-and-of-its-time: that is to say, a phenomenology that appreciates the constitution of the psyche with respect to the science of our evolution, of our chemistry, of our physical origin, of the mathematics-in-and-of-our-time which is its foundation, as seen now.

For the “ecology” here is of earth: everything that inhabits it, subjects of all sorts, including subjects that are human and hold human relationships, but also relationships of evolution, perception, instinct … Hence passion, hence colour, hence politics, hence war, hence love, hence grief, hence belief and faith, hence despair and rejection, hence rise and fall, hence death and life, hence … hence, understanding of “hence”, of consequence, hence theories, hence the subject across all these consequences, hence inscription, hence the literary, hence the new concept of us, all subjects … “Ecological intersubjectivity”.

So many possibilities to take it, yes? Fear and joy: gargoyles and Tibetan demons, of red and black, evolution dictates they are demonic intersubjective qualia with the worshippers whose prayers are yet protected by these jinn, the loud noise of this depiction to frighten away/to protect, again ecological agreements of relationship and context. From gargoyles to what is protected, worship, purity, white and saffron, fragrance, pleasure, safety, us, we, me and you, intersubjectivity guarded/predicated by red and black. And red/black guarded and predicated by fragrant purity of the angels. Ecologically agreed colours of danger surround those agreed colours of sanctity, and vice versa oroborus, those Churches men build, of whatever religion.

Ah but once these concepts are predicated, there emerges the dual operators over predicates’ premise.

Existential: from red/black bite, experience of subject to danger, this fruit is poison, this berry is dangerous, this snake’s colour means avoid, we agrees, the subjects of species agree, from this red/black, we have experiment, empiricism, precedents based upon experience first hand, and so we can avoid, and have white fragrance, and rainbows to follow the orb/signs’ recursive construction,

Universal: from white comes red/black, protective, to insulate the rainbow to follow their divinely sanction co-recursive shattering.

The new ethnography 1

The new ethnography positions itself as its eponymous sign signifies: new ethnography, in succession to what has come before. But not in opposition, because to conform to a master/slave-Oedipal-translation metric, of the stronger son philosophy to succeed the father, of all that: not in opposition, no.

We acknowledge Boudieu, what we see is seen on the shoulders of gods, or if not gods, important thinkers. Habitus, symbolic capital: embodiment documentation of all games, no matter if they are sub cultural, or current, or obvious, even better, bring them on. That Anglo Saxon movement, sociology PhDs combine and embody!

We use that.

And we acknowlege Levi-Strauss, who, is accompanied by a John to his Jesus, who must be recognized for any student of the latter 20th century, by Derrida, Derridean deconstruction of the Levi-Strauss categorical imperative. Levi-Strauss is embodiment, but with a lie: the presumption of objective geometry of society. Like a diagram could be born of this Right, this Bottom. This Top Top Top, this — Left then Universal Existential function!


Empire’s defined by its geography. But its fundamental drive is the quality of its daily, banal, on the ground management, the rise and fall of empire is dictated by the quality of its programme managers. Not so much the programmes, they’re reasonably arbitrary as long as managed with a real strategy. Strategy, geography, management. These are the three pillars of empire.


I must confess my bias to Empire. Roman, Chinese dynasties, Soviet, Islamic, American, Putin’s Russian, Contemporary Chinese, it doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t: the problem with pretty much any discourse on Empire is the privilege afforded ideology, be it nationalist or economic, be it humanist or religious. If you’ll pardon the somewhat flamboyantly Scientological the phrase, this privilege is an implant of the discourse’s natural historicity. But real people, living real lives do not mean anything to historicity nor does historicity mean anything to them. Real people living real lives are either led to Empire or led to the local by the forces of the time. That is, in order to understand Empire, what Empire really means for the individual, and what is local, separatism, what the separate means for the individual, in order to frame that discourse, we must abandon a historicity’s metaphysical frame and adopt a new, physical phenomenology of motivation.


The poet, spotlighted now, within this blues rock entheogenic British speech. This peculiar mashup, connected and fully realised not too long ago, but now deployed, oh so publically. The band were never to forsook their Eastern Thememite roots. They entered the Abraxas opening during phase 1 after all, so respect.

The detective stood in the stalls. Surveyed the audience, grooving to Lead Singer Desmond Morris, slinking his way across the stage, channeling his demonic in whoops and wails, while all the way the rhythm was kept New Orleans, raw perception of the south, of creole kisses and jambalaya jive indulgence. Image. Image 2, provenance old earth.

Attractive to the kids in the way a Long lost sculpture Hhhhhor minor civil servants mummy might be perceived on a trip to the British museum.

Morris was getting old, his audience 40 somethings. And his new albums were only played in IBC 2. Fuck, it had been 14 years since the Rainbow Connection disbanded and he we went solo. He’d poured his heart and soul into the latest but … seemed like not enough. Not the innovation of his maxim polyphony, the technique behind his most dark and autobiographic lines. Instead they played him by default because The Raibow connection was remembered by lots. Lots of 40 year old former racers.

But rival is a funny thing, It was one generation past his kids”, when he understood his power was actually as a real producer,

“Damn. That track … ”

“Right. Listen. Listen carefully to what you sing, now. Because that was your secret exam

She waited a moment, How did Monya know of her secret, Her knowledge of soul was so,etching they’d have to tear, neuron connection to neuron sympathy, on ev

Intention 2

Practically, it’s very simple, which makes it amenable to the new ethics.

Never do anything without considering everyone around you and appreciating their perception of you and what you might potentially do. Almost a Buddhist exercise of loving kindness spread across the mycholic net of soul 2 soul call response.yet niyat opens both left and right handed prospects. It does, for better or worse, admit power.

Power and niyat are mutually comfortable concepts. But lived out, their comfort often becomes contradiction, conflict: when embodied in the drama of our day to day soul sleeve

Never mind, this makes our maxim even easier to raise within the forum. Because arguably everyone has already aquiested. They’ve build the algorithms, just waiting now for your, only your, fire or not fire.

He was drawn back to … a memory … but somehow not his, one refracted across … still my god she was beautiful, the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen,