Mathematics 2

Philosophy of mathematics has little to do with intent, in the performative sense. Intent is treated instead by philosophers of logic, as a field for categorisation and analysis. But if number is core to the philosophy of mathematics, then something is amiss. Because number is intent: number is nothing more than intent.

I don’t mean (well, maybe I do mean) to be provocative. If you’ve read my train of thought before, you might imagine I’m about to justify numerology as legitimate within the hagiography of Truth’s emergence or something to that effect.

I mean something very specific about number, irrespective of its framing within whatever dialectic its anthropological historicity is thrown. Ha ha.

I want to say number is nothing more than intent.

In the Cartesian philosophy game: that’s the scope of my statement. Take the meditations. Number, and its algebra, emerges post cogito as a priori indisputable reality. Intent of the subject to claim the territory the a a priori for itself.

Intent to emerge into something real, intent, desire, desire to expand, expound, prove the reality of the subject and the subject’s reality as Real. And by “prove the subject’s reality as Real”, of course we mean just speak — because, as everyone knows, metaphysics is a lie — and speech is all there is, language is all there is. “Reality” and the “Real” are, after all, just words being spoken, each with a particular intent, a weight determined by philosophy as a regulator of such signs. Their weight is nuclear: particularly when combined with the sign of the subject.

Note well: the first taste of “Reality” and the “Real” are felt in Descartes immediately after the Cogito. If I am at least certain I exist because I’m thinking, then what else follows? Number, hence mathematics. I know that there’s at least one of me. So hence “one”, an abstract, a priori, but certainly existent thing. But once I conceive of the successor to one, and the successor to the successor of one, and so on: I can’t say that these are imaginary or not Real, as they are definitely Real, by virtue of their relationship of successor to the Real one. Then functions and algebra and so on.

The argument is itself (a priori as it is), both the Cartesian Logicians own personal meditation, full of intent to be and to speak, in and of him or herself, but also the peculiar truth about the a priori space itself. There is a subject within that space. It is 0, nothing, but being. And from that 0, there is the a priori, existent concept of successorship. And from that 0 meets the Real, in s(0). But successorship is the first function and from that axioms, and mathematics and code, and language. The Cartesian meditation has both an undocumented psycho-anthropological aspect, as well as built upon a long ignored profoundly gnostic and mystical foundation, rooted in number as intent.

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Mathematics 1

“There is no such thing as types — it’s all terms, and terms in relation to terms that stand in relation to terms that reflect upon relationships!” Thus declaims the RDF Ontologist. But also, curiously, the classical model theorist of the 1950s; Henkin’s approach to type hierarchies, one of the first papers to appear in that sadly no irrelevant Journal of Symbolic Logic; and Martin-Lof’s foundation of computing. For that latter Swedish philosopher had the intent to frame mathematics as computation over data, and computation as a mathematics of data, but wherein, crucially, both types and terms are merely impredicative datapoint. 

In my middle age, my own PhD and research in this topic now a distant memory, I find myself reflecting more emotionally upon that statement, those theorists. The domain aside, they each address the dialectic of thing/categorization versus thing/thing, of Plato versus pragmatism, and this dialectic is, in other places, something deadly, potentially. The mathematicians and philosophers: their statements are a turn, of thought, of the dialectic, and imbued fully with the triumphant  revolutionary emotions of any such turn.

I draw on that kind of emotion, these days, increasingly. So even though, as a practically religious type theorist, it might sound strange: I say now “The ‘category:Thing’ is nothing more than data, so in many ways, I’d prefer to say ‘thing:(thing:Thing)’, predicatively.”

The Male Gaze

live the dream

in-between

the real failure going down on her

angle mania put a frame on ya

guilty mama taste like cream mona-wanna-DICK

psyche!

me likey …

brutal bite me

shine brightly

do it rightly

in the middle of the journey hatey pass me

hatey pass me?

you the dumb you the deaf you the sightless ones

we the tounge we the FOD crew

then again i thought you knew

let me reacquaint the hood with this riotous rule.

x2

he’s arisen and the show is beginning

but you’re wondering how it be beginning

why you weep when the dude is winning?

majestestic  sign shine sister singing

so slap me bitch by your glass ceiling

why we gotta be so bad now darling?

ring it out, girl just ring out:

final resting place — brooding patience.

semiotic b boy might crumble in face lekky line of light

lekky line of light

ladies do your dance

all around you parade

ladies do your dance

all around me parade

face formed fiction

fashion gonna happen

your repair and pursue taming the new

deadly line of sight

popping the mic rocking that hype

 

we be loving like love is our eden

no reason

they just heathen

between them

us two

with azuriry conversate late

by ciggies wine and cush

by ciggies wine and cush

i love it how you do that babe

blake be or bust boo

i love it how you shake that babe

snake seen into you

i love it how you shake that babe

sugar me with lust boo

 

Lover 0.2

– Hello. Bukhari’s hadeeth are a collection of stories relating to the life of the Prophet Muhammad. Within the Sunni practice of Islam, they form an important religious corpus of practice and law, secondary only to the Qur’an itself. With the rise of the Wahabi school of thought in post colonial Saudi Arabia, these stories have been prominent in that revivalism of an authentic practice of the Islamic faith.

With me to discuss Bukhari’s hadeeth are Immanuel Moon, Professor of Hidden Economics at the School of Oriental Sexual Linguistics, Musa Qamarbayev II, head of the Tailorite Sufi Order, and Madam Sal Rif Erance, doyen of a thousand erotic dreams.

Madam Sal: Anyone got any more chambers?

Moon: It’s a subtle and difficult thing. Fact.

Lover 0.1

He entered the bed, quietly. 4:30am, Friday. Didn’t want to disturb her but she was. Waiting for him

– insert dialogue, she said, for the entrance of your character into the novel that is subjected to an imminent existential choice …

– oh yeah, what kind?

– i dunno but just … oh you know what? Here comes the protagonist now, you can. Ask him yourself ..

M: Hey, what’s up?

– Yo, I wanted to know. What are you hiding?!?!?!?!

M: Come with me. See here, the ring of the serpent/prism. And tRod of Skyreal: but hey give it to newbies all the time, that dumbass HR tech, yknow?

Lover

You can’t help it. Each romantic scene. From you first kiss with May behind the parking lots of Monash, To your first real kiss, one that channeled genuine abandonment, with Gula, where lips gave way to life together. Too those in between, the hint to your flavour, the color to your character:Natalie, who hated her body because her mother was a model for the Melbourne papers, and felt so insecure. Only really left that complex those hours they got high and listened to his tunes. To those in between, the hint to your flavour, we zoom in upon Debra, who taught him tarot, to catholic Kate, who introduced him to skinny jeans and the idea that his PhD in Logic, actually recited, might make a woman come; to trust fund Tee, fuck wbat a mess she was, yet reminded him that everyone basically believes in him, believes whatever the fucck comes out of his mouth, to Trey, zero mess, the vacuum of flavour leading her into devout introspection under corporate gaze, to She, my final African arrival, lives in a real world, one of life and death, of being right now, no alternative. She, Gaia complex: the earth beneath each. Each a Rachel/Leah to her. The privilege of Leah, she had.

Ladies, do your dance

Fresh hip hop demo from the F.O.D. crew!!!

 

live the dream

in between

the real failure going down on her

angle mania put a frame on ya

guilty mama taste like cream mona-mona-monadic

psyche!

me likey …

brutal bite me

shine brightly

do it rightly

in the middle of the journey hatey pass me

hatey pass me?

you the dumb you the deaf you the sightless ones

we the tounge we the FOD crew

then again i thought you knew

let me reacquaint the hood with this riotous rule.

he’s arisen and the show is beginning

but you’re wondering how it be beginning

why you weep when he’s just winning?

majestestic sign dual your sister singing

so slap me bitch it’s your glass ceiling

how we gotta be this awful now darling?

ring it out, let it ring out:

final resting place — brooding patience.

semiotic b boy might crumble in face lekky line of light

lekky line of light

ladies do your dance

all around you parade

ladies do your dance

all around me parade

face formed fiction

fashion glass and light

your repair pursue taming the new

deadly line of sight

we be loving like love is our eden

no reason

they just heathen

between them

us two

with azuriry conversate late

by ciggies wine and cush

by ciggies wine and cush

i love it how you do that babe

blake be or bust boo

i love it how you shake that babe

snake seen into you

i love it how you shake that babe

sugar me with lust boo