Thoughts in relation to my second creative project, trying to step out of contexualisation through language and start la la ing.
Erudite from oxford dictionary: having or showing great knowledge or learning. Does the erudite spread knowledge without the need to bow down and listen again, to submit themselves to the other voices of the present? Such fascinating theories can only come from isolation of the self, theories like long strings weaved in a hermitage. Does the erudite then promote isolation? Werner Herzog called the 21st century the century of solitude, due to the transformations of technology and communication. I’m learning so much on the internet, I have my own wallpaper and sounds bleeping out, I am so liberated. But there’s a tickling desire to march deeper, as if I am uncomplete. The discipline of knowledge is to go inwards into the abstraction of ideas, as if to weave a knot and bring it back to the ground. A challenge. Is it successful? Or does abstraction spawn more abstraction, as we trundle along in the “century of solitude”…
On meeting: Edging towards to abyss of meaning between us, we made a courageous attempt of bridge building, and we were highly rewarded by our actions. The bridge was not fluffed by our erudite knowledge, since we lost that as we said hello. The bridge was mediocre and fumbled into reality with a deafening hum of trauma and fantasy, the merging of our psychic fields that carry our deep histories. To connect is to be vulnerable!
Then I return to my computer, typing and weaving. My fingers are spurred by the vibes of precarity. The vibes that may spur us on to become professionals. The academic discipline is to funnel stress inwards, into our woven theories, the way we’ve transformed our desires from connection to complication, towards an edging of discovery, soothing our cope and cramming the machine of progress with ideas. Is it is the severing, the gaping hole of meaning, the lost connection of our environment, that pushes us deeper into our weaving and searching? Meanwhile our machines may not be designed on our benefit, and our efforts may end up elsewhere. What if this practice of knowledge production is dangerous in itself, when it has lost the connection with the thick present?
I love music!