Sunday, May 30, 2010

contemporary objects of worship





flying under the radar amidst phallic symbols
she had to go incognito.
the will to resist was torture.
if he found her there's no telling

she began researching phallic worship
she thought if she understood the phallus
she could take charge of the power playdom

could she use this worship to help the plight?
visualize. actualize.
the interwoven mother and father.
the possibility of birth
expectant unknowns
a lawless future
a phallus worshiping past
She read an anthropology article from 1850 about the universality of phallic worship
what to do with that?
was it about continuity of beings?
still today, nei
Freud found sexuality central to all being
but why phallus
because it protrudes into sculptural arabesque with ease?
to love the phallus for fertility
and castrate the penis for continual plunder.

could it be a worn out symbol of dominance
man, human, reproduction, continuity...
future's symbol will surely not be the phallus


Our friend, Judith Butler assures us of the connection between the phallus and the penis. She writes, "The law requires conformity to its own notion of 'nature'. It gains its legitimacy through the binary and asymmetrical naturalization of bodies in which the phallus, though clearly not identical to the penis, deploys the penis as its naturalized instrument and sign"


Below, I've pasted a bit from wikipedia on an old short story Völsa þáttr which describes a family of Norwegians worshiping a preserved horse penis. This story was part of a collection of stories telling of St. Olaf's missionary activities in various parts of Norway. It is probably from the fourteenth century but takes place in 1029 when Scandinavia was still largely pagan. I couldn't find a good translation of the story in English.


The worship

It relates that an old man and an old woman lived with their brisk son and intelligent daughter on a promontory far from other people. They also had a male and a female thrall.

When the thrall had butchered a horse and was to throw away the penis, the boy ran past, took it and went to the place where his mother, sister and the slave woman were sitting. There he joked at the slave woman telling her that the organ would not be dull between her legs, whereupon the slave woman laughed. The daughter asked her brother to throw away the disgusting object, but her old mother rose and said that it was a useful thing that should not be thrown away. She wrapped in a cloth of linen together with onions and herbs to conserve it and put it in her coffer.

Every evening in the autumn she took it out of the coffer and prayed to it as to her god and had the rest of the household take part. She recited a verse over it, handed to her husband who did the same and so on until every one had taken part.

Enter king Olaf

One day when king Olaf II of Norway was fleeing king Canute the Great, he came by their promontory. He had heard of their worship and wanted to convert them to the Christian faith. He went to their abode and only brought with him Finnr Árnason and Þormóðr Kolbrúnarskáld and they were all wearing grey cloaks to hide their identity.

They entered the house and when it was dark, they met the daughter who asked them about their identity. They all answered that their names was Grímr (hooded). The girl was not fooled and said that she saw that he was king Olaf. He then asked her to keep quiet about it.

They then met the rest of the household and they were invited for dinner. The old woman came last and carried the völsi, the penis. She put the völsi in her husband's lap and read a poem saying "may the giantess (Mörnir) accept this holy object". The husband accepted it and read a poem including the same phrase, and this continued until everybody in the company, but the king, had recited a poem with this phrase.

When it was the king's turn he revealed himself and preached about Christianity, but the old woman was very skeptical whereas her husband was very interested. Finally, they all accepted to be baptized by the king's chaplain and they stayed Christian ever since.


I side with the old woman, maybe we would have been better off to keep this worship going. She was guiding this practice. They followed her lead. Then the Christians came, took the phallus, subverted it, made it unfit for table discussion and used it as a covert/overt symbol of king kong dominance and fucked it all up. We are left with confusion and the Nebraska state capital building.

Linking all of this phallic worship to philosophy might be helpful. Maybe it is innate that we have a conflicted relationship to the phallus, individually and as a collective society.

Arthur Schopenhauer published The World as Will and Representation (or Idea) in 1819 in which he regarded humankind as being driven by blind, internal forces of which he is barely aware: these were the instincts towards conservation and towards reproduction or the sexual instinct. For Schopenhauer, the Will - an analogy of the unconscious - not only drives many of our thoughts which are often in conflict with our intellect (ego-consciousness), but also causes us to repel unwanted cognitions from consciousness.

just poking around. nothing serious.

eurovision song contest...

i had no idea.
something special there for sure.

personal top two



Russia


afraid i'm busy following a treasure map into the woods to find a boy brigade that hands out medals in a ceremonial circle of trees. i.e. i'm posting now opposed to tomorrow morning. not sure why i feel obligated to keep this up, but i do, so there you have it.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

to take charge of the anima

I awoke to torrential rains
ate a banana
downloaded The Bachelorette
and pause.

Sometimes motivation is hard to muster
Is this a slump
I wonder how i compare
to others that is, productivity.
Some people seem busy all the time
others not so much
I don't like feeling guilty about time spent
puritanical work ethic ingrained in my being.
dictating work every waking hour.
the shadow lurks
the books call

Sun shines now.
i should reengage in thought outside
Maybe it's because the bathroom is across the hall
It's cold and unclean
I have to put on shoes to go there
and cover the seat with paper
I blame the bathroom for my hermitage
and dehydration.
or maybe its the dirty floor in the flat.
I keep telling myself to sweep
so things don't stick to my feet.
soon I will be confined to my bed if that is the case.
or maybe it is my lacking wardrobe.
I brought only a couple of items
I am tired of them
Lost one sweater, stained another
my jeans are no longer as comfy
increased consumption has that effect.
I am down to very few options
zero of which I want to put on
or maybe I lack will,
fallen into addiction,
computing and piddling time.

I will take some coffee now.

Friday, May 28, 2010

and then there was last night

"Consciousness is the mere surface of our mind, and of this as of the globe, we do not know the interior but only the crust." Arthur Schopenhauer


Thursday, May 27, 2010

D & R - alternate ending (in the works)

Debbie and Randall continued

Part II: In Search of a Relic

[Setting: troll inhabited landscape of legends]
[Lighting: perpetual half dusk, damp, fog air]

Narrator: They walk in silence unaware of direction.

R: Are you angry Debbie? You seem angry.

D: No. Yes. I'm angry that I am unable to be angry. So I'm left with the desire to punch you in the face, then laugh, then cry.
R: Debbie, how am I supposed to respond to that? I have tried to explain before.
D: I'm sorry.

R: As you said earlier, it's all based on one's perception. Why don't you attempt an alteration?
D: Yes, words of reason. It feels like a stranger camping under my skin. I don't have skin, I forgot. I covered my flesh in lichen.

R: You are so dramatic.
D: I just yearn for dawn, not dusk. The idea of future, beginning, not the perpetual once-was-light ending.

Narrator: She thought, "yet a nice crisp, dry fall sounds really nice and symbolizes death and endings. Though she had always loved winter, so maybe for her it represented beginnings."

R: I'm sorry Debbie. I wish it were different. With every ending comes a new beginning.
D: Thanks.

Narrator: He was no longer playing the game. He quit or changed objective without words.

D: Your charcoal feathers and sinew claws aren't cool anyway.
Narrator: She knew this was unfair but felt bruised and wanted him to feel the same.
R: You're probably right.

D: Is it the skin?
R: You're crazy

D: A spandexer?
R: I can't answer or think like that.

[a rush of air sweeps through]

Narrator: She didn't believe him, but didn't know what say. She had an urge to push but refrained.

D: Say nothing else. I can't know.

Narrator: Randall tentatively followed through respecting her wish. Debbie hoped he wouldn't, but knew he probably would.

[they begin to walk in separate directions]

[somber music]

Narrator: There is a moment of pause, hesitation. She wonders if he will say something. He wonders if she will run after him.

D [exit stage left]
R [exit stage right]

The End

Debbie and Randall




Quixotic Dusk

D: the way it works is simple really, just warm up
R: my body warms but my feet remain cubes

D: this perpetual dusk really gets to me. Do you think it's affecting me?
R: No, not really. You look fine. I don't know.
D: No, do over. You're supposed to say, "With each passing day you become ever more radiant, especially in this light.

R: [silence]

D: I wanted to tell you it was bullshit, that comment you made about souls. It's all perception. It's all in how or what you want it to be. So if you feel it you do and if not you don't and if you don't then stop pretending and if you do then start acting.
R: I thought you bought into souls and paths, that it was poetic.
D: Not in this light.

To Be Continued: