Sometimes there are reasons for violence,
as a passion, sometimes, demands obscurity.

Reasons themselves do not hurt us,
Nor do passions alone benight us.

But sometimes violence conveys a thought.
And sometimes obscurity reveals a feeling.

Violence undoes us, sometimes on purpose.
Obscurity un-sees, sometimes intentionally.

But it can be reasonable to cause another pain.
One can passionately leave an object in the dark.

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See also: "Obscurity and Violence"

Protocol

The first bond,
the one to the other,
the self to the thing,
forgotten now,
in biography,
in history,
in biology,
in cosmology,
of light and dark,
of life and death,
of friend and foe,
of hope and fear,
the origin of all
of time and space,
of heart and mind...

Or is it perhaps
the first break?

Speak of facts
honestly.
Speak of acts
with decency.

As honesty is
an immediate rightness
in the presentation
of facts,

so decency is
an immediate rightness
in the presentation
of acts.

Untrue statements
can be made honestly.
Unjust commands
can be issued with decency.

Just say what you see
and do as you say.
Present the image as it is
in imagination.

Honesty is not truth, but
it lets the truth be seen.
Decency is not justice, but
it lets justice be done.

All the eye can see.
All the hand can do.

Wittgenstein said, "We make ourselves pictures of the facts." Williams said that pictures "live by their power to escape illusion." Shakespeare said that the artist holds, "as it were, a mirror" up to our natures.

Concepts don't limit imagination;
they allow us to imagine limits.

Emotions don't liberate imagination;
they compel us to imagine freedom.

1.
Before you can
understand
the statement
you must imagine
the fact.

Having understood,
you must
make up your mind.

What do you believe?

2.
Before you can
obey
the command
you must imagine
the act.

Having obeyed,
you must
open your heart.

What do you desire?

3.
Understanding
is not belief
just as
obedience
is not desire.

Merely understanding
the statement
is like merely obeying
the command.

You must bring
your beliefs
to bear upon
the statement.

You must bring
you desires
down upon
the command.

What do you think
of the facts?
How does the act
make you feel?

4.
Do not content yourself
with mere understanding,
with mere obedience;
demand reasons also
to believe, a passion
to desire.

Use your imagination.
Make up your mind.
Open your heart.

Where is the love we have lost to power?
Where is the power we have lost to indignation?

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For love is to power
as wisdom, to knowledge.

And information is to knowledge
as indignation is to power.

There is a limit to what we
can take. The shape we're in.

That which provokes us.
That which informs us.

The sometimes overwhelming
anger. The flash of light.

For insight is to knowledge
as outrage to power.

"Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?"

Where is the love we have lost to power?
Where is the power we have lost to outrage?

...a gathering
in the clearing.

Think of someone,
feel something.
Repeat, like laces.

Standing is to knowledge what
breathing is to power.
Hold your breath and stare
at something, then someone.
Imagine. See what I mean?

Existence is to being as inspiration is to becoming.

Begin with the image.
It is easy. It can be
seen without strain,
done without effort.

Either peel one
off an appearance,
or stick one
onto a surface.

Imagine seeing
something,
or imagine doing
something.

Make a picture
of a fact, or an act.
Think about it. Feel it.
Use your imagination.

Source: Nivaagaard Collection

A man who seeks his soul in his body
has forgotten
that he did not lose it there.

He will not find in his own flesh
what he lost
between it and another's.

Only the image
interests us,
though people seduce
us and things
contradict us
incessantly.

The image exists
between things,
emerges among people.
The image becomes
what it is and is
what it becomes.

Wisdom is not
the foundation
of knowledge,
but its limit.

Love is not
the dominion
of power,
but its center.

His Penelope was not Flaubert,
his sentence was the paragraph—
sought composure in his prose, and
found distraction in his poems.

One wants to keep one's history
as articulate as one's world.

Everything we see and do disturbs
or recovers this composure.

Disheartened, and his mind
lost, his talent dissipated.

His desires were unmoored,
his beliefs, unhinged,

and his thoughts wandered.
Every feeling now was fleeting,

uncommitted to word, or deed,
unvoiced, disengaged.

He had no courage here, and
nothing piqued his curiosity.

All could be or not be, happen
or not happen. He would watch.

Freedom is to desire
as the limit to belief.

The heart desires to be free.
The mind believes in limits.

My body keeps it together.
My soul suffers the strain.

Our leaders "derive
their just powers
from the consent
of the governed."

Our scholars derive
true knowledge
from the content
of their inquiries.

Through intuitions
objects are known
immediately.

Through institution
subjects are mastered
immediately.

medium (n.) "substance
through which
something is conveyed."

Intuition and institution
are the media
of immediacy.

Order is not made
in the mind, but
it is found there.

Sincerity is not born
in the heart, but
it resides there.

Science makes
and arranges
pictures of facts
in logical space.

Philosophy sharpens
the image
by clarifying
our concepts.

Politics makes
and arranges
pictures of acts
in pathetic time.

Poetry sharpens
the image
by intensifying
our emotions.

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Language shapes
conceptual space,
the logic of the inter-
relation of objects.

Language drives
emotional time,
the pathos of the dis-
position of subjects.

The image is not
in the mind alone.

It is in the eye
and in the hand,

in the ear
and on the tongue.

The image is
of the flesh,

on the surface, in
the appearance.

The image, too, is
in the heart.

Use poetry
to extricate yourself
from history.

Use philosophy
to detach yourself
from the world.

Seek precision:
the intense emotion,
the clear concept.

The hand
moves
the pencil
over the surface of
the page
before the appearance of
the line
is sensed by
the eye.

The line
becomes
a figure
to the mind.
To the heart?
A phantasm
that is
the word.

A phantasm
of desire—
the sentence—
in belief,
a figure.

This is my body.

We figure things out.
We fantasize about people.
We imagine ourselves
in situations.