#Autopoesie
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eligalilei · 11 months ago
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αυτoποίησις, θέλημα, and γνῶσις
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What exactly 'Γνῶθι σαυτόν' means in light of the emptiness of all phenomena, especially the self, as Divine and Universal Mirror, by virtue of their non-independent co-origination is, I think, very much the absolute core of my religious project, and that of the twentieth century in general, which, was indeed, pretty freaking Deleuzian.
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sabakos · 1 year ago
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Psychologists and neuroscientists and sometimes even physicists are always deciding for themselves that philosophy of mind is stupid. Unfortunately, none of them seem to agree with or even be aware of each other, so rather than Big Science sweeping in to save the day with her sword of Empiricism like they imagine, you have a bunch of mediocre academics wasting their tenured days gibbering about autopoesis or reinventing three new kinds of qualia while insisting there's no such thing as qualia. And still not making any observations about it.
Must be nice. There's probably book deals.
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tomirida · 2 years ago
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instagram ads are the strangest they'll advertise shit like "chakra compatibility" and "autopoesis healing through music" unironically
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astranemus · 2 years ago
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Inside the cocoon the caterpillar digests itself. It deliquesces its nervous system, guts, mouth, eyes, muscles, and legs. What does it feel like to melt? I would hesitate to say it feels like “becoming yourself”. What if one day after a big salad you suddenly started to feel very sick. You went to lie down, rubbing your temples. Maybe a migraine was blooming behind your eyes. When, suddenly, you realized your skin was sloughing off. There was a tidal pool where your chest should be. There is every reason to believe that the caterpillar’s metamorphosis feels terrifying. Or that it feels like death. I wonder if the radical inability to classify the experience is a necessary ingredient in transformation. Each one of the caterpillar’s cells has held this secret ability to self-destruct since birth. This, to me, seems the most comforting thing. Even if the mind is destabilized, literally liquefied, by the transformation, even if the body puddles, you are being “authored” at a deeper level than mind or skin-silhouette. You are being distilled by the intuition of your own cells. A few “imaginal disc cells” remain constant that then “use” the slush of protein and matter to compose a butterfly.
Tomb or womb, the cocoon is a vessel. An autopoietic boat through the meltwater of your own transformation. It both creates and shapes disorder. An interesting fact is that the caterpillar and the butterfly both “fit” inside of the cocoon. When we digest ourselves, we create ourselves. Not a single cell is expendable. Nothing is discarded. The butterfly, then, is a remarkable act of inclusion. No part of the caterpillar will be exiled from the ecstasy of flight. Yet no part of the caterpillar will remain unchanged.
Sophie Strand, On Melting & Memories
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rawjeev · 2 years ago
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"... Biodiversity - declared Dr. Cazzolla Gatti - is not originated "from the war of nature, from famine and death" as Darwint thought, but from the power of life to enable other life; not from war, but from the searching for peace; not from competition but from the avoidance of it, e.g. from cooperation and facilitation (i.e. by autocatalysis)."
— An Excerpt from the above article.
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meeresleuchten · 4 years ago
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Novemberregen stolpert
durchs nächtliche Laubbett
und ich erzähle nur von Warten
von Krampf und Leere und
ists Tag ists Nacht
ist einerlei.
j.j.
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dv-vilt · 2 years ago
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BId
P’TiX BId – “if i had a hammer’ (some instances of stages in the autopoesis of the accursed)’ over P’TiX P’TiX is een grafisch NKdeE programma dat van accidentele en intentionele invoer middels intuïtieve, semi-bewuste visuele projecties van de gebruiker (proefpersoon/patient/tekenares) elke dag minstens 1 narratieve potloodtekening produceert in een vierkant formaat. – de code van drie…
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jhave · 2 years ago
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Agnes_Meyer-Brandis - Microfluidic Chip Oracle & Autopoesis Answering Machine
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jhavelikes · 2 years ago
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The Microfluid Oracle Chip and Autopoesis Answering Machine (MOC&AAM) is a very small drawing and cybernetic agent, that can only be observed with the help of a microscope. It is an oracle driven by tiny droplets that run through the handwritten text like blood through a vain or sap through a plant.
Agnes_Meyer-Brandis - Microfluidic Chip Oracle & Autopoesis Answering Machine
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zzkt · 4 years ago
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recur to enjoy this album, one of the first documented cases making use of rla open licensing. keep pushing it, no limit. been recently accused of autopoeisis by third party with great joy #autopoesis https://t.co/WLAHyCx3j9 @internetarchive #recentlivearchive —𝖿𝖺𝗋𝗆е𝗋𝗌 𝖬А𝖭ᑌ𝖠ᒪ (@farmersmanual_)
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poetrysufism · 4 years ago
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Autopoesis
“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow. فليكن بين وجودكم معاً فسحات تفصلكم بعضكم عن بعض, حتى ترقص أرياح السموات بينكم. أحبوا بعضكم بعضاً; ولكن, لا تقيدوا المحبة بالقيود, بل لتكن المحبة بحراً متموجاً بين شواطئ نفوسكم. ليملأ كل واحد منكم كأس رفيقه; ولكن, لا تشربوا من كأس واحدة. أعطوا من خبزكم كأس رفيقه; ولكن, لا تأكلوا من الرغيف الواحد. غنوا وارقصوا معاً, وكونوا فرحين أبداً; ولكن, فليكن كل منكم وحده, كما أن أوتار القيثارة يقوم كل واحد منها وحده ولكنها جميعاً تخرج نغماً واحداً. ليعط كل منكم قلبه لرفيقه; ولكن, حذار أن يكون هذا العطاء لأجل الحفظ, لأن الحياة وحدها تسطتيع أن تحتفظ بقلوبكم. قفوا معاً; ولكن, لا يقرب أحدكم من الآخر كثيراً, لأن عمودي الهيكل يقفان منفصلين, والسنديانة والسروة لا تنموالواحدة منهما في ظل رفيقتها.”
— Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet جبران خليل جبران - النبي
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manish-pakhi · 7 years ago
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Autopoesis
Waves of emotions
Crash
Spiraling inwards
In a tornado
Piercing thru the depths
Of assumed selves
Annihilating all pretenses
To
Reach to the foci
Where
Dualities meet
To enlighten
Darkness...
(c)pakhi
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viperslang · 7 years ago
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Malpaís / Badlands / Majesty
In a poem Darwish reminisces: Place passes like a gesture between us. The sylph in its lemma teases and lifts interior shapes from the very waters of this embossed earth—from hive to psalm, from pith to scale. A mountain, an ocean, and a poem . . . all thread me through to the fisheye of an amaranth, each brings the focus back to my own uncertain embodiment, urging me to ‘arrive’; to do everything it takes to arrive at something, anything, so I too can enter a many-feathered wilderness and designate within me something that is as unnamed as it is undefeated. I go to a poem because it harmonizes with what Julian Jaynes’ sparked (and what we have since lost) as the mind’s ‘two-chamberedness’—a voice that speaks, a voice that enacts, both ennobled by some spectral duende. The poem doesn’t happen outside of Living & Being. It is an act of anointing the unnameable within this Living & Being. The poem assumes its altared space, its acute voltages within the schism & seep of Living & Being. Lorca: ‘[. . .] secret and shuddering, [duende is] descended from that blithe daemon, all marble and salt.’
At Artists’s Palette, an irrefragable autopoesis—a tameless art bridging cognition to consciousness. I am myself both the eye & the wonderment of a kaleidoscope. Extend this to any arrangement of language that is capable of desultory alchemies and the poem keeps alive my astonishment while also being my astonishment. Amidst the lithic syllabary of Death Valley, I experience the same collapse & kindling I do when trying to semaphore words into the silhouette & sinew of a poem.
Scherezade Siobhan, Malpaís / Badlands / Majesty
I have a new essay on writing & an exploration of Sensorium-poetics through the lens of a road-trip across Death Valley, California published at SPR. Much love to Joseph Space for affording me space, love & languidness in which to write & dream were made possible, necessary.
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oliverdamian · 5 years ago
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Autopoesis of trees. Interplay of enabling and selecting constraints . . . . . #trees #treestagram #treesofinstagram #sky #winter (at The Royal Botanic Garden, Sydney) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1Dtof2BPH2/?igshid=1kitotwmbekua
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curator-cult-blog · 6 years ago
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Rafael Lozano-Hemmer, Autopoesis, 2010, bitforms gallery
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squiddartha-icp · 6 years ago
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Machinic autopoesis
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