On Learning in a State of Distraction

 On Learning in a State of Distraction

(a poetic manifesto)

"we are too afraid of going mad"

-georges bataille

lightning staves in the atmosphere

the notion of the genius and of the hero

surely do not apply to Jesus Christ

discourse networks loop in concentric

and yes your face too is  a kind of circle

or strange loop like ducks quacking

and trucks revving. "what a tremendous

misunderstanding appears in this word

'genius'

Archives (for example audiobooks) hook us into networks of discourse. These networks are by nature fragmentary

The self-help mantra, "fake it til you make it" alludes to a space of performativity which

           as zizek said pascal meets 12 step culture

By reiterating itself we are repeating, and these repetitions gradually grow in strength, as if a roller-coaster were built according to the tactics of Kiesler's endless house, whose scruples went so far as to suggest that the best medicine for architects would be marijuana

A simple task like building a fire or pursing one's lips can become deterritorialized into an entire toy-model universe where objects are functioning in a game-space, and when we see that at last it is a blazing success we have cast a bridge over time and space and when we give her that "look" we have conducted a similar voyage. 

When we learn, reading or writing, or whatever you like, listening to audiobooks, discourse casts diagrams, graphs, bridges through the mind, and through the soul of the world, interweaving, interweaving, always blazing, interweaving and blazing. Destroying and rebuilding.

(Philosophical/theoretical) thought requires a withdrawal from "gregariousness". It thus anchors itself in a canon/archive made up of books ("every book a fortress" as Gunjevic says), in a kind of radical orthodoxy which is also a mystique and an obscurantism of the thinker's (legitimate) eccentricity.

Like playing Candy Crush on your phone, the explosions and glossy colors of the delirium of what we deem to be real, called capitalist realism by Mark Fisher whose skepticism does not go far enough.

And gritting my teeth I discover my inability to know madness, which is like reinventing every gesture, every muscular movement. You could hear a pin drop stage fright. The Outside. Every thought must be taken to its logical conclusion. Not for the sake of effete eccentricities, but because of THE SCARY BOOKS YOU READ AS A CHILD e.g. GOOSEBUMPS?