AGENCE ‘X’

BODY OF ART (ART ITSELF)

What is ‘it’? Art = ‘X’? What constitutes Art, but to call into being what is not. Or, how is it that that which arrives by way of Art short-circuits itself (arrives at all), remaining as Art? And how is it that the artist and the artwork are one thing? That the physical fact (artifact) mirrors/betrays its other?

This mystery/ mysterium is the phenomenality of the phenomenon of Art Itself -- the Way Out (exit), and the essential (extraordinary, existential/metaphysical), now-proverbial ‘birth to presence’.

The axis of Art cuts through the many-layered surface of production and (re)representation, as ‘X’, or, as that without ‘set’ (null set, pace Badiou), that denotation without content where linguistic and representational forms ‘cross’ each other, cancel each other (out). (And ‘this’, this ‘non-place’, is the antithesis of mere nihilism.) How such appears in time is the cancellation of mere subjective modalities and narrative measure(s) -- the fact of Art, truly, is an anti-natural (anti-nomial) event par excellence, and the act/event of Art is anti-narrative in the extreme (doubly negating mere existential claims ‘here and now’).

GK (06/20/07)

‘EVERYTHING’ (MORE TIME)

“Nothing is an appeal for Something. It can’t be otherwise. Yet the appeal is all there is; there’s only a naked crying-out appeal. A yearning. And so we come to the eternal conundrum of making something out of nothing.” --John Berger, Here is Where We Meet (New York: Vintage, 2005), p. 53

I.

‘Everything’ requires words; to say the unsayable is to say that which remains unsaid (cannot be said till the words arrive). With ‘Everything’ arrives what has always waited to be said, into existence, toward that utopia of what might be (said or otherwise). While what might be is left unsaid, the non-count noun, the many or few, the plural and plurality, is undone/unsaid in what is called into being in everything Singular (True).

II.

‘Everything’ takes time, to unfold, to be, to arrive, to speak; its name is the One, the singular, the advance guard of all that is said. But to say is the same, the singular, the One; what cannot be (deferred), what’s awaiting its time. The Same source/ destination of words and of time, that miraculous convergence, of ‘there’ and ‘here’, of ‘here’ and ‘there’, ‘there is’ and ‘there’s not’, or the labor of ages, History, and knowledge, is Pleroma and Parousia, Love and Truth.

III.

Words are ‘Everything’, insofar as … Words spell Truth, only if … The mirror of language is the mirror-world; of all things and all worlds; words conceive words. Eyes betray wor(l)ds that words can’t announce, while the words are withheld, or the eyes are cast down. What whispers in words, the ones never said, is announced in the silence and countenance of things. We see with words a silent world, shaping the void, both ‘here’ and ‘now’. We hear with words what was never said, Annunciation and vow, maxim and Moral Law.

IV.

A divinity without humanity is an impossibility; they define each other (confer upon each other a non-linguistic right to be). It is not an originary Something (‘Everything’) that calls/ comes, but the embodiment/ ennoblement (Revelation and Redemption) of everything merely given, as One/New Life, more words and More Time.

GK (06/21/07) 

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