johannes k.

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a force that (some people think) controls what happens in the future, and is outside human control. — from the turkish

what i like about 'kismet' is that it is not (a) god. it is a force and it doesn't have a plan, as some believers think god has. some of them even think he has an individual plan specifically FOR THEM which if you ask me, and i know you didn't, is the height of narcissism.

and what i like about kismet not being (a) god is that it doesn't care about me and what i do or don't do. that really upset me as a child, the idea that god would disapprove of what i did or didn't do and that my very right to exist was predicated on what i did or didn't do.

and what i really like about 'kismet' is that it is outside of human control.

what i don't like about the above definition (which is from the cambridge dictionary) is the word 'control' which occurs twice — in the first part of the definition 'determines' would be better, but there is a perfect word somewhere, i just can't think of it.

and in the second part what they mean with 'control' is : a human being can't influence it. it does what it does.

and so the question one might ask is : so this kismet, is it intelligent? and the answer would surely have to be, well yes and no. in any case it is not rational. ha ha so tether your camel.

but the kismet has no expectations and makes no demands, and it doesn't care about what you do or don't do and you can't do anything about it. there is an immense freedom in that.

de beauvoir and sartre had this idea called 'bad faith'. there is a long article on wikipedia about it which you can read if you want but for me what it names is exactly that aspect of religion which troubles me most. 'bad faith' describes perfectly the belief that the catholics tried to install in me at a very young age. that there is an omnipotent all seeing being that knows everything you do and don't do and that it has an opinion about it and its opinion matters. and its love is conditional. if you do what it wants it will love you. and you want to be loved by it don't you? and guess what happens if you don't do what it wants or if you do what it doesn't.

exactly. you will be lonely and unloved and then you will die and rot in hell forever.

of course the kismet is only a story too, but it is a story that illuminates something and it doesn't make you afraid, unlike the stories about gods which do and which are designed to curtail your freedom.

ok. there endeth my sermon for today.

Opklapbed

Mijn vriendin wil seks met iemand anders. Ze gaat niet bij me weg want ze houdt van me, maar ze wil weten of ik het goed zou vinden. Tja, wat heet goed? Sinds enkele jaren heb ik in het geheel geen zin meer in seks, ook niet met iemand anders en eigenlijk vind ik het idee, net als M.C.Escher overigens, zo las ik in een interview met hem van Bibeb uit 1968 in Vrij Nederland, belachelijk. Dat heb ik maar niet verteld, want dat zou vast niet in goede aarde vallen. Dus heb ik gezegd dat het goed is. Nu is ze op OK Cupid en zit ze 's avonds naast me op de bank met haar telefoon in de hand, breed glimlachend vanwege al de interesse. Soms gaat ze een avondje weg en komt pas thuis als ik al op bed lig. Dan slaapt ze beneden op het opklapbed.

30 April 2018

This floated to the top via Arnon Grunberg’s blog. I’d not heard of Ingeborg Bachmann before.

Nach dieser Sintflut möchte ich die Taube, und nichts als die Taube, noch einmal gerettet sehn. Ich ginge ja unter in diesem Meer! flög' sie nicht aus, brächte sie nicht in letzter Stunde das Blatt.

— Ingeborg Bachmann

My German is nowhere near good enough to make my own translation into English from scratch but I know Dutch, which is similar enough to the rhythm of the German language, to be unhappy with the translation by Johannes Beilharz and to maybe hack together a better version of my own.

After this deluge I would like to see the dove, and nothing but the dove, saved. Yes I would go under in this sea! if you did not fly out, if you did not bring in the last hour, the leaf

Such a beautiful final line as ‘in the last hour, the leaf.’ But is 'final' more accurate than 'last'? Is it fair to translate 'Ich ginge ja unter in diesem Meer!' as “I would go under in this sea?'

This is the original translation :

After this deluge I wish to see the dove saved, nothing but the dove. I would drown in this sea! if it did not fly away, if it did not return with the leaf in the final hour.

if for some reason best known to yourself (or an unreason that is unknowable perhaps) you're looking for a recent indexical sign from me so that you know i am not dead yet and/or what i am thinking about, looking at, listening to, reading and/or writing, go to everythingness.net.

why would anyone have ten (10) different blogs!? — i know! right?

and why would you have ten #tags inside of those blogs, making in effect, ten different blogs inside each of those ten blogs?

for example here are some of the tags from the postpost blog and one of their URLs : posthumanist postdeath postatheist postart postsex postlove

— but that's one hundred blogs! that's crazy! right? yes.

all but one of the blogs are publicly accessible. you can subscribe to each of these blogs and receive an email when something is posted there.

there is no index or list of the blogs or tags but links to individual posts will appear from time to time, sometimes in an unusual way. collect the set!

bookmarks and instapaper or pocket are your friend, although you can also download all the posts on a blog as an ebook in .epub format. the way you do this is by adding .epub to the URL of the blog. for example : https://write.as/johannesk/.epub

If you want all posts with a particular tag as an ebook, say #sometag, you’d use: https://write.as/johannesk/tag:sometag.epub

one blog (or in effect ten blogs), daybook (random journal entries 1988—2044), can be made accessible to individual people on application. be aware that i am likely to enter into an email conversation with you about this.

also be aware that this is a work in progress and there are and sometimes will be many gaps and errors.

something i've been thinking about and working on. the writing is nowhere near finished nor is the idea fully formed ... but i wanted to put it up whilst i still can.

aim :

to form a dialogic community which brings humans who are thinking and/or writing about, and working in political, spiritual and therapeutic spheres/domains/realms into dialogue with each other.

who?

philosophers, therapists, political activists and thinkers, buddhists, muslims, christians, atheists, agnostics, somethingists, artists, musicians, singers, writers, theorists, carers, teachers, therapists, doctors, mothers, fathers, children, asexuals, transgenders, straight people, queers, carnivores, flexitarians, vegetarians and vegans of all ages, races and creeds and anyone who might be interested. people who work with vegetables. cleaners.

method :

individual and collective dialogues which are speculative and which you and i may be radically optimistic could lead to transformation/revolution/an actual enlightenment, perhaps not even during our own lifetimes.

where :

everywhere. live and virtually individually and collectively

background :

Below is the blurb for a course run by Eric Cazdyn at the University of Toronto.

Post-Capitalist Fantasy, 1-3 (Thursdays)

Every now and then we sense a world beyond the capitalist one in which we live. Maybe it is a society without punishing inequality. Or a self without anxiety. Or an ecosystem without human rapaciousness. This sense (feeling, impulse, drive) can be as banal as a quiet moment alone, or as go-for-broke as a revolutionary act together. Like death, it is something we already know and something beyond our wildest dreams. Like love, it is in us more than us. Sometimes we attempt to shake open this otherness by the sheer force of our imagination or collective will; other times we meet it without any intention, without any focused desire or recognition that we are actually engaged in such a radical act. Regardless of whether such post-capitalist worlds are possible or whether such desires are naïve or hysterical, our encounter with them — with these speculative futures — is promising. But promising of what?

Cazdyn is one of the authors (with Timothy Morton and Marcus Boon) of a book which connects “three desires that are regularly laughed out of polite conversation: Enlightenment, Cure and Revolution.” It's called Nothing: Three Inquiries in Buddhism (with Marcus Boon and Timothy Morton, University of Chicago Press, 2015) and it's interesting for a number of other reasons, not the least of which is Timothy Morton's contribution called Buddhaphobia 🙂 There is a slightly illegal free copy downloadable from the zlibrary... ← there.

My own interests are slightly to the left of this — perhaps that is not actually spatially correct :) but there are some radical connections being made here which are inspring, connections between the kinds of freedoms envisaged by buddhism, which I might for now, to avoid confusions, refer to not as freedom from desire but as freedom-from-wanting-things-to-be-other-than-they-are; by psychoanalysis (and perhaps other approaches to therapy/medicine) and by radical politics, specifically socialism and anarchism.

I have been known to characterise these freedoms with a transformation (or turn ← omkeer in Dutch) which I refer to as posthuman, since I think/feel/believe the fundamental problem is how humans perceive humans, both collectively (humanism/anthropocentricism) and individually (self/ego). Our entire history and culture since the so-called enlightenment has centred around the human and focussed on the individual.

What prevents 'us' from being free? Is there a cure? — Free from what? Free from anxiety and fear, free in the sense of living in a society without punishing inequality, and a world with an ecosystem which is free from human rapaciousness ← shameless hack from Cazdyn's course blurb.

What can you and i do?

I think/feel/believe that what you and i can do is engage in dialogue individually and collectively. I made a start with this is 2018/9 with a project called posthumanist conversations in various cities around the world. I now announce a new initiative which follows on from that called posthuman dialogues which will begin in the Dutch city of Eendhoven (and other places in the time to come) as soon as pandemic restrictions allow.

The core of the idea is to create a dialogic community which brings together humans thinking, writing, working or simply interest in political, spiritual and therapeutic spheres into dialogue with each other.

the method

it's not that we are all one, we are all different, unique and complex individuals with our own foibles, idiosyncrasies and peculiarities.

but you and i need an end to transcend divisiveness and individualism/narcissism ← especially the wounded variety :p

the powers that be, that is the 1% who own 99% of everything, encourage and promote divisiveness because as the numbers indicate, if the 99% of the people who have very little acted in unison they would simply overwhelm the 1%.

you and i need to work and think together, to enter a dialogue about the time to come, beginning now.

this is the work, which is a praxis, cazdyn says about this :

Praxis names the desire to unite theory and practice, however impossible such a project is fated to be. Praxis drives — and is driven by — this incommensurability. Praxis is the ceaseless movement among thinking, meditating, understanding, experimenting, acting, attaining, losing, and changing —none of which exist autonomously, but all of which are always supplemented by the others, and always inextricably tied to the logic of the historical moment during which they are at work.

will there be blood? i don't know. i hope not. but maybe our own. maybe you and i will need to bleed a bit.

sign up. currently looking for : organisers facilitators

soon : participants


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(apologies to alexander r.galloway)

most days, sometimes several times, i post something in the microblog, usually a link to something i have read on the internets and/or a note on pinboard.

write.as/johannesk is my blog which is many blogs. perhaps there are a hundred blogs here? or perhaps it's single blog with a hundred parts?

as in life and living, many of its parts are not immediately apparent, becoming unconcealed only to those who are persistent in time and space.

the main blog, i guess, is this one and you are here. it is now.

welcome!

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