Some Blue cheese from Harvey
- "Consider Rilke, at 18, what his fertile "blue-cheese-like"
imagination offers, when he writes in the Notebooks of Malta Laurids
Brigge, of the creation of the Ork. And this we surf in copious, well-
blurred paraphrase: "I observe an expression of tired meaninglessness
take a hold of their countenance, how it reduces their light, and so
their face wears "thin as a paper bag, till finally, there looms at
last, the terrifying No-Face". Altogether Alchemical bleach, which
describes in but a glance some act of interior strip-mining, the utter
depersonalization, and the loss of ability to gather, harbor and
reflect light, hence also the light of self-expression. Prior to this,
we all had to figure this out in the contemplation of the archetype of
the Vampire, the Nosferatu, also defrocked of all psychic connectivity
to Devachanic access, as the Daylight-Phobic One, repelled by the
image of a cross where space and time are cross-haired, riveted into
the Now, flitting, earthless, anchorless shade who is not honored
with a Divine Essence, Ring-Wraith'd, hence failing such metaphysical
substance as a soul, utterly fails capability to manifest a
reflection in a mirror."
This idea of "the terrirfying no-face" has always rocked my world,
because I had repeated nightmares about such things when I was a kid.
Doesn't take a genius to find a face like this in a crowd. but I have
seen allot of interested faces and glowing eyes as well lately.
Where this idea scares me a bit is when thinking of a bigger picture:
like corporate owned media for instance. For profit Organizations
don't gerenaly look at themselves as a whole, but only the bottom
line - and the charts and numbers that point to such. But "we the
people" get a picture of the world through such organizations - that
cast no reflection of themselves. But instead SELL US as audiences to
their customers. And in the process, create a culture that sucks the
life blood out of those who can be bought and sold.
Being "bought and sold" is akin to SLAVERY, though in a much more
passive agressive psychologically induced way, these days.
Another bigger, and even scarier idea hits me when I think of "we the
people" as a nation, which casts no reflection of itself in the
mirror, but instead plays propaganda and big-band ballon tunes while
marching, or chearing for the home team - "and the band played on."
I usually chringe when I see Bush's face flapping on the TV, but to
think of the "terrifying no face" which lives under his snickering
smirking face-mask is a bit chilling.