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January 23, 2013

Introduction #2–Space Boo.

This blog is the product of two voices who reside in the in-betweenesses of codified, dogmatic, self-consciously tangible realities.  Blah, blah, blah. Still awake?

In Harry Potter world, the impossible outlier exists in the train station within the train station, the building within the building. It is a place of magic as well as that which would attempt to eliminate it (cue: South Park-Imagination Land theme song). It is, indeed, a nerdy, dreamy place. In it, we might hear the echoes of Eudora Welty: “My continuing passion is to part a curtain, that invisible veil of indifference that falls between us and that blinds us to each other’s presence, each other’s wonder, each other’s human plight.”

We might not.

If effective, we (my partner, Gypsy Roo, author of the first post, and I, Space Boo–hear? the names rhyme; poetry at the core-similar and resonant but different) will begin to follow Toni Morrison’s dictum for all language use “to reach for the ineffable” rather than consign itself to the illusion of the inevitable. Drifting between dogmas, we will be at turns blasphemous, iconoclastic, questioning/questing, laughing, screaming, and in my case at least, almost entirely incomprehensible, even pretentious, if I actually had a point to make or an outcome to achieve.

As partnering voices and fellow travellers, Gypsy Roo and I will wander the world of “is not” as a means to liberate the latent possibilities, the surgically, genocidally, genetically, and militarily disappeared surpluses from the land of “is,” not as a replacement reality but as a different something that doesn’t trap us in the belief that we can only survive if the rich get impossibly richer or that a system of justice and equality can emerge out of empowering the already empowered to impose policies of justice and equality and austerity and resource depletion on the disempowered.  Free trade, my ass. Jobs for all, my ass. Witness the inherent false premise and scapegoating in the preceding “jobs for all” South Park link. Progress, my ass. (And, for the record, my ass is quite small.)  Language will resonate differently.  Reality will discover the intangible; fact and fiction will recognize their kinship, science, certainly preferable to dogmatic monotheism, will nonetheless lose some of its empirical (witness the visually resonant root of “empire”) arrogance to discover mystery and encounter a more whimsical “Space Boo Science.” If nothing else, we can be thankful that whatever happens here, none of us will be confined to the severe limits and scarcity of my ass.

This entry is already too long for digital-age patience with text and with non-sense, but since I’m trying to set atmospheres, speak metaphorically/analogically, and reach for the ineffable, I want to suggest two historical analogs/phenomena from the world of arts and letters.

1.  Coleridge and Wordsworth, “Lyrical Ballads.”  In 1795, disillusioned with the failure of the reason-based utopia promised by the French Revolution but yielding Robespierre’s Reign of Terror, Coleridge, addled by opium and Immanuel Kant, teamed with William Wordsworth to imagine what any Western-trained binary thinkers would, a replacement reality in which a reason-based utopia can be discarded in favor of a sensitivity-based utopia.  Coleridge would work with how metaphysical worlds impact our sensitivities and fellow feelings in physical worlds (hence, “Rime of the Ancient Mariner” and “Christabel“) and Wordsworth with how physical worlds inspire intimations of spiritual feelings (hence, “Tintern Abbey” or “Intimations of Immortality).  Meh.  Impossible Outliers probably don’t have any kinships with utopic visions, but in this blog, at least, Gypsy Roo and Space Boo are two writers, developing a concept connected to a way of seeing/being.

We don’t have (m)any answers but our quest requires us to consider perpetually evolving parameters for language use, packaging, and presentation. With Pikul in Cronenberg’s film eXistenZ, I would hope that this blog can leave us with the realization that “Everything used to be something else.”

2. Multi-generic/Multi-format presentation.  I’ve often been struck by the literary phenomena of multi-generic works emerging out of oppressive conditions at the emergence of resistant sensibilities.  Jean Toomer’s Cane, George Lamming’s Pleasures of Exile, and Gloria Anzaldua’s Borderlands/La Frontera spring to mind.  Each of these works combine myth-making with literary analysis with autobiography with poetry with dialogue with history with narrative to imagine the spaces between unpleasant and mostly unliveable realities. That’s probably what Gypsy Roo and I are attempting in an effort to resist this current age of blatant corporate control and the long military-industrial nightmare. We seek convergences, however temporary and in the moment, rather than divisions and separations.  It is, metaphorically speaking, our antidote to whatever gave rise to the idea that hydrofracturing is a good idea.

Enough pretentious preamble.  Next up for Space Boo:  Amiri Baraka’s Challenge: “Who own the things that nobody thought could be owned?”


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