Sport of Kings

21st Century Man

 The Celts never took to writing. Even though writing was a thing they knew about, unlike Sumerians they chose to continue maintaining their traditions orally, and as it happens they enjoyed fighting, a chance to prove worthiness so you get the sense that agreements were matters of honor and decency, not contracts. A visceral matter, not a search for loopholes in the law, or lost homework. Cheating was as clear and apparent in those days as it is today, but today glory is gold plate, the difference between winning and losing avoids the awkwardness of honor and keep in mind bear baiting, a favorite sport of both King Henry VIII and Queen Elizabeth I, is currently an illegal blood sport. 

Awen as a furnace of inspiration

Paths

  Oh yea, hear me as I pose this question as a statement : "Freezing our breath into ink, have we exchange the liquidity of speach with the tyranny of slate, what would the stoics say."

 The poet Gwyneth Lewis gave Awen a description in her line "A truth like glass from inspiration's furnace." Inspiration's Furnace translates to ffwrnais awen. But who knows who Awen might have been in the late Bronze Age when the Celts migrated to Britain - 1300 years before the Romans raped Boadicea of the Icena and her two daughters, then stole their land. The Weak Messianic Force of history in play. No one I like, likes Romans. Yes indeed, Gwyneth Lewis "In these stones horizon's ring."

We shall remember the Celtic Bards

Apple II

 A mantra for the early christian scribes as they worked can be seen in a comrade's description: "The universe-will trying to catch the lightning of reveletion in a physical bottle." Keep in mind that few of my comrades are human, most of them figments of my mind.

 The early christians wrote things down so they could be spoken out loud, not read in private and alone. Paul's epistles were scripts to be performed to a room full of people, the vocal chords engaged, gestures movement and action employed as the promoted dogma. They were a communion they weren't private moments between a reader and a writer with a frozen message to share.

 Then from the very early church when Paul had to fear the earthly tyrant Nero there was a bolshevism amongst the christian believers that declared their encounter with their transcendent message was so real they'd risk their lives to carve it into the physical material of the world, let god witness their loyalty and devotion, let others follow in their footsteps.

 Indeed for the pre-christian Celts of Britannia and even the training that produced a post Roman bard like Taliesen would be considered cruel and unusual in this day. While performing, had Taliesen produced a note from his pocket, or used a telepromoter, it would have been considered sacrilege. He was supposed to be a direct link between mortals and Awen, the divine flowing spirit of inspiration.

 Go ahead, if you won't I'll say it: "Taliesen is a reminder that the human body is capable of carrying the full weight of the world's meaning without outsourcing it to the written word or a Machine."

 We were Awen and still are.

Acclimatizing to a Transcendental Signified and the end of the Postmodern

Trajectory

 De Sausurre pictured language as a massive shifting net that kept words apart. Différance, different and postponed, which in Derrida's view is the description of meaning in language, is in my view an expression emerging from a fundamental constituent of the universe that's a transendental signified that grounds language. The argument has been that language is logically flawed, it's inaccurate, no match for the precision of math and science. I suspect that argument to be an error. Now go ahead, close your eyes and phone a mental health professional, then say hello to the end of Postmodernism while I stick a tongue into the keyhole of reason.