Accidents are avoidable like ambulance rides.
Designs made from life-support
systems prolongue only ill-health. Discourse of course, this cancer
of modern life at ease with disease, industrial vaccinations and
all offering of ill-sounding reverberations: thought filters and
acoustic purity abort architecture. I know it's sound before it
plays. It being...
..pleasure: intuitive desire. Ocean folds rising
higher: absolving aquaducts, genocide and other fascinations with
an unliveable history of
non-productive nihilism. Numbing landscapes where reflexes don't
exist, only
pre-programmed sequences of behaviour. Do as we are told in other
words: be
what we've already been. ...intermission
Comment from a Nottingham echo : acquaduct
and holocaust memorials both
assume equal significance when presented as undeniable parts of
our heritage. One was invented to transport an embryonic empire
into higher stages of development; and one was invented to ship
raw materials from place to place, advancing England across an
English globe.
Comment: Yes. Its not that we've one foot treading
history: we're standing
two-footed in our past, and what remains of our bodies is pulled
across time
like a medieval stretching machine. We build museums to guard
a collective
memory and observe on instinct. We are disenfranchised from history.
...cont'd ..An ideal education mantra is: learn,
qualify, project & live. Accumulate snapshots of knowledge
by which life becomes just that. Intent in
these circumstances is an ability to speak of events and offer
opinion, or even expert appraisal. You gain a skill, a discipline:
a demand and usefulness. You earn a living; and then a death.
Ambulance rides of mishappenings know lament.
A point of departure from what we know, arriving at accidents
and emergencies. Because this universe
doesn't happen by chance: if it did, it could not accomodate its
own
contents. Or be large enough for every eventuality. Our projections
would
not stop until global dominance is ours. Its this impossibility
which lives in our memory. Dichotomy explodes on hearing an imaginary
sound, and we
remember no longer.
It becomes exhausting to formulate thoughts for everything.