Joyce’s ‘pancosmos’
may still yet send shock waves throughout the physics
Cluster community consciousness…may yet, may yet.
(and the global internet by default)
if we would give equal credit to
the inner-space of mind-like spaces,
& the outer-space and external phenomena: still mind-like in fact,
I guess… see our faulty wonky perception, the
Shadows often mistaken for the ‘things’ themselves.
LO! to balance the equation of being, of being, of being
Like how James Joyce seems to balance ‘being’ the equation
With holographic prose, prose writing the tightrope, spun prose;
Innovated, deployed and distributed evenly
Trughout Finnegans Week.
Time flows like a river and it seems as if each of us is carried relentlessly along by time’s current. But time is like a river in another way. It flows at different speeds in different places and that is the key to traveling into the future, —Stephen Hawking.
riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend
of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to
Howth Castle and Environs. —James Joyce.
Google are celbrating the 20th anniversary of the HUBBLE TELESCOPE today. By decorating the google home page with a cosmological landscape. I recently tuned into Hubble and Finnegans wake, and turned up the word Hubbleforth, that I wanted to share on this 20th anniversary.
Furthermore, Hubble’s constant plays a part in experimental physics, and experimental theories of consciousness, or ‘cosmic consciousness’ the distance and velocity of galaxies can be calculated using Hubble’s constant, or Hubble’s RedShift. Some have tied in the ratio of the expanding Universe with the critical amount of single electron cubits lying at the [bit bottom] of human neurological processing. Hence, in my short and clunky definition, we have a theory of consciousness, rationalized using cosmological principles. Close to the hermetic principle ‘as of above, so below’. But with scientific and mathematical principles describing such a relationship. My introduction to this idea was through the maverick experimental physicist, Jack Sarfatti, detailed in the books of Dr. Robert Anton Wilson.
I wanted to share what I perceive to be the general trends (2010) within modern experimental physics, cosmology and psychology (neurology) that include the HOLOGRAPHIC principle. And have blogged about James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake, and its relationship to the Holographic Principle as defined by ‘Susskind and Hooft’. I am still working on a piece about Dr. Wilson, and his ‘holographic prose’ defined and deployed throughout 36 books, and countless articles over a 50 year period of earth history (1932-2007). Together, I propose that Dr. Wilson, like James Joyce, is at the Vanguard of communicating the ‘holographic principles’.
I propose that ‘if’ the holographic principle, or a new updated version of this theory is found to be a snug fit, a unified theory and general theory of everything, then… James Joyce and Dr. Robert Anton Wilson will seem like ‘GODS’ who worked out the earth language for describing such a Holographic Theory of Everything, and did this somewhat ‘outside’ of the traditional institutions and Universities associated with such ‘revolution’s’ and/or ‘paradigm shitfs’.
I think it was R.U Sirius who said that when the going gets weird, the weird turn professional’, and cutting edge science and technology and culture is getting weirder and weirder. I think, and next to surrealism and the Artists science of the weird, Dr. Robert Anton Wilson stands as a ‘standard’ of thinking and working creativly with the ‘weird’
Why are hardly any of the major learning institutions teaching ‘Robert Anton Wilson’ and ‘Holographic Prose?, when cutting edge experimental physics seems to be suggesting that the Holographic model is very important and relative to 2010 science, technology and culture? Maybe uncle BOB made the fatal mistake of connecting Economics and Politics to his holographic theory, and thereby jumping so far forward that we suffer culture-shock, when we follow the trajectories he maps, using the Holographic Principle, via James Joyce, David Bohm, Stan Grof, Giordano Bruno, Jack Sarfatti, John Archibald Wheeler, Einstein and Timothy Leary.
I look forward to any academic response to this proposition that uncle BOB had it back in the 1970’s, and had already plotted how hyperbolic geometry and the ‘holographic principle’ might impact on humanity, our perceptions and collective futures. Dr. Robert Anton Wilson was largely ignored by Academic establishments, possibly due to his cutting criticism of the ‘institution’ and ‘state-run-education’ but still today, after his passing, it seems hardly any academic are presenting Dr. Wilson, and his ideas and principles as worthy sources and resources.
I am fortuate to be a part of the Maybelogic Academy that aims to do all of the above, and provide a forum and hub for RAW related studies. I do feel frustrated at the lack of other learning centres adopting our model, which was set up alongside Dr. Wilson himself in 2004, which I think helps define our advantages as a HUB, we have a single human being who reflects a comprehensive study, a single narrator, a single artist, telling us the tale of the tribe.
My schemes into obeyance for This time has had to fall: they bit goodbyte to their thumb and, his bandol eer his solgier, dripdropdrap on pool or poldier, wishing the loff a falladelfian in the morning, proceeded with a Hubbleforth slouch in his slips backwords (Et Cur Heli!) in the directions of the duff and demb institutions about ten or eleven hundred years lurch away in the moonshiny gorge of Patself on the Bach. —James Joyce, Finnegans Wake: Page 73.
21.00 Alice and Bob. Leonard Suuskind on Cosmology at Stanford, 2009.
I often search the wake for terms and words of interest to me, on a whim. Here I simply quote to instance of the word VOLCANO in the wake. I suspect Joyce surrounded these words with others of a similar nature, or with a strong affinity with one another; a node/cluster of Volcanic fall out. VOLCANO seems another description of the wake, a literary Volcano of languages, hot out the mamalujo womb of the Earth itself, forged in the unspeakable furnace and tossed of out a mountain top resulting in a upward fountain of European chaos and mayhem. Except, unlike a real geological Volcano, the wake plots itselves’ back together again by a re-amalgam of the coincidance of contraries that brought it about in the first place.
I shot be shoddied, throttle me, fine me cowheel for ever, usquebauched the ersewild aleconner, for bringing briars to Bembracken and ringing rinbus round Demetrius for, as you wrinkle wryghtly, bully bluedomer, it’s a suirsite’s stircus haunting hesteries round old volcanoes. We gin too gnir and thus plinary indulgence makes collemullas of us all. But Time is for talerman tasting his tap. Tiptoptap, Mister Maut. He made one summery (Cholk and murble in lonestime) of his the three swallows like he was muzzling Moselems and torched up as the faery pangeant fluwed down the hisophenguts, a slake for the quicklining, to the tickle of his tube and the twobble of his fable, O, fibbing once upon a spray what a queer and queasy spree it was. Plumped. – James Joyce, Finnegans Wake, pg. 319.
I am now becoming about fed up be going circulating about them new hikler’s highways like them nameless souls,ercked and skorned and grizzild all over, till it’s rusty October in this bleak forest and was veribally complussed by thinking of the crater of some noted volcano or the Dublin river or the catchalot trouth subsias away out or to isolate i from my multiple Mes on the spits of Lumbage Island or bury meself, clogs, coolcellar and all, deep in my wineupon ponteen unless Morrissey’s colt could help me or the gander maybe at 49 as it is a tithe fish so it is, this pig’s stomach business, and where on dearth or in the miraculous meddle of this expending umniverse to turn since it came into my hands I am hopeless off course to be doing anything concerning. – James Joyce, Finnegans Wake, pg. 410.
Part one of RAW’s book Coincidance starts with a piece called SYNCHRONICITY AND ISOMORPHISM IN FINNEGANS WAKE. And features an essay: THE PHYSICS OF SYNCHRONICITY (pg. 147), that I believe criss-cross with study of the New Physics and the possible, most probable, I deduct, Holographic Universe model of ‘reality’ ‘consciousness’ and ‘Synchronicity’ as defined by Dr. Wilson, in the language Cybernetics and Neurologic. http://wordspore.blogspot.com/2010/04/dedicated-to-inspiration-for-this-work.html
by thiswis aposterioprismically apatstrophied and paralogically periparolysed, celestial from principalest of Iro’s Irismans ruinboon pot before, (for beingtime monkblinkers timeblinged completamentarily murkblankered in their neutrolysis between the possible viriditude of the sager and the probable eruberuption of the saint), — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake, pg.612.
“Such different accounts of a single event, however, are treated in Finnegans Wake not as inconsistent but as complementary. Like the corpuscular and the undulatory characteristics of light in Bohr’s complementarity principle, they are but different facets of the same entity. Even such disparate views as those held by Saint Patrick and the Archdruid in their debate on the “true inwardness of reality” (611.21) are ultimately dissolved into a complementary unity:
for beingtime monkblinkers timeblinged complementarily murkblankered in their neutrolysis between the possible viritude of the sager and the probable eruberuption of the saint. (612.21-24)
Finnegans Wake shares this complementarity with quantum physics as it shares the spatiotemporal unity with the relativity theory. Joyce points out in his book that only through unification of apparently disparate concepts can the “true inwardness of reality” shine through: “And let every crisscouple be so crosscomplimentary, little eggons, youlk and meelk, in a farbiger pancosmos” (613.10-12). http://duszenko.northern.edu/joyce/quanta.html
“One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot. –JAMES JOYCE, Referring to Finnegans Wake in a letter to Harriet Shaw Weaver (1926-11-24)”
I have a playman’s or better yet ploughman’s interest in physics, science and the paranormal, once again due for the most part to Dr. Robert Anton Wilson.
I was fortunate to meet many of the bright characters from the Berkeley Based Physics Consciousness Research Institute, where RAW was a somewhat regular alumni, with an irregular illumi.
Fly On The Tale Of The Tribe: A Rollercoaster Ride With Robert Anton Wilson
Death of Yeats end of Irish literary revival, says Pound, Noh enthusiast
By EZRA POUND
Special to The Japan Times
June 5, 1939
The death of William Butler Yeats [who died Jan. 28, 1939] closes the great era of the Irish literary revival. That death will doubtless have been duly recorded in Japan. Someone in Tokyo may also know of Yeats’ Japanese interlude or flirtation. He, at one time, thought he would be called to a Japanese professorship and did, I think, receive some sort of invitation. You have a “link” with Dublin in those plays of Yeats which were directly stimulated by Fenollosa’s reports and translations of Noh. Having worked with Yeats during the three or four years of his intensest interest in the Noh, I know how much it meant to him.
“The form I have been searching for all my life” was one of his comments. (That would have been about 1917.)
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A determination for a new poetic drama in Europe, not merely a Celtic twilight or a side show, but a poetic drama that will enter the main stream of our life is manifested both by Jean Cocteau (recent play “Parents Terribles”) and by T. S. Eliot (“Family Reunion”).
The present chronicler is Confucian and totalitarian. To him both plays seem to be ends of a movement. So far as I am concerned they belong to the age of [Henrik] Ibsen wherein people’s inner wobblings and fusses were important. I believe in, and I believe there exists, a growing consciousness of the individual in the state. “The divine science of politics” (thought as to how people can live together in an organized or organic social system), interests me more than all the Freuds that ever existed.
At any rate I think the great novelists and dramatists must henceforth sort out the problems dependent on economic pressure from those which remain after this pressure is removed.
A few years ago P. Bottome [British novelist, Phyllis Bottome] wrote a novel about an insane asylum. On analysis one found a common denominator, nowhere stated by the authoress and not I think present in her consciousness. All the patients were there because of economic pressure. All the doctors and nurses were moved by monetary pressures.
Of the poets included in my “Active Anthology” [a 1933 anthology of poetry from the first 25 years of the 20th century] the best are all aware of monetary pressure, as something more clear and incisive than the vague “social” urges to be found in last century’s literature. This is not to say that Trollope and, in his last years, Henry James hadn’t come to such perception. They were above and beyond their time. The keenest minds today can be grouped. They can be grouped along this axis. The best writers are aware of problems that have lain unobserved in Dante and Shakespeare, problems of usury, of the just price, of the nature of money and its mode of issue.
It may interest you to know that the clarity of some paragraphs in The Japan Times on these subjects is, outside Italy, rather restricted to weekly papers and papers of special movements in England and America and in the rest of the Occident.
Lucid and incisive remarks of Hitler, Schacht [Hjalmar Schacht, German minister of economics 1934-1937] and Funk [Walther Funk, then president of the Reichsbank] do not get the wide and immediate publicity they deserve. They are however understood by writers of such divergent temperament as Wyndham Lewis and [British Army] General J. F. C. Fuller.
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As job lot items and notes on books worth reading: A current [issue of] Picture Post acknowledges Wyndham Lewis to be the greatest portraitist of our time (even quotes [German-born English Impressionist painter Walter] Sickert as saying, “and of any time” — which is the generous exaggeration of an older painter for a younger one who has been too long denied his just place).
The best news from America is the edition of E. E. Cummings’ collected poems, plus the publication of W. C. [William Carlos] Williams’ “Life Along the Passaic River” (prose sketches).
Both the Criterion [British literary magazine, 1922-1939] and Broletto have ceased publication, leaving my personal interest in current periodicals narrowed to The British Union Quarterly, for discussions of state organization, and to Townsman for very brief notices of books and the arts. The Examiner, published in Bethlehem, Connecticut, U.S.A., contains some very well written and carefully thought articles.
There are valuable notes in several dozens of sectarian or group weeklies and quarterlies in which publications, however, the dross and one-sidedness often out-weighs the sound matter, at least to such a degree that one cannot recommend them to Orientals wanting a clear view of the west.
DEEP SCRATCH 