Read
this article this morning and wanted to share it with you all, as I feel much of it and
Blake of course, IS pertinent, even to us/this blog, and our discussions on the matters at hand.
From the article:
What does it mean, from Blake's perspective, to be mentally
imprisoned? It means, among other things, that you see the world from
your own private perspective. You look out for your own advantage. You
pursue your own success. You hog and hoard. You've entered the state
that Blake calls the state of Selfhood, which is individualist,
reductive, and isolating.
You think that affirming Selfhood will get you what you want in the
world—the Self is a radical pragmatist. But all the state of Selfhood
does is to cut you off from the possibility of a better life. The
ascendancy of Selfhood isolates you from other humans. Selfhood destroys
the drive for community and solidarity. It makes you lonely,
frustrated, and angry—on your face come "marks of weakness, marks of
woe."
And this is exactly what I see befouling this new trans generation/trans trenders which is solely created and promoted by the advent of the internet. A form of technological consumeristic communication which promised
global community but as of yet has only born clique (trans) communities where (trans) folks congregate and drown in their own individual narcissistic loneliness's together. A
narcissism made lonely by both the nature of individual narcissism itself and the isolating demands from a shade ridden community that cannot see the forest for the trees blocking all the light.
Paul Celan's short poem Threadsuns reads in full:
Thread suns/above the grey-black wilderness./a tree-/high thought/tunes in to light's pitch: there are/still songs to be sung on the other side/of mankind. There is an assortment of circumstance that can happen where an individual or community finds itself lost in the forest with thick tree coverings obscuring the lone sun, but what are we to make of that individual or community that shuns and even attacks the woodcutter or the person like me or you who dares to "thread suns/above the grey-black wilderness"?
Moving on, from the article:
Blake suggests that if you want to understand the moral state of a
country, you had better check first and see how it deals with its
children. Does it treat them with loving kindness, or does it exploit
them? What is the moral state of the medical "country" who deal with "
trans acting" children/young people? How is it dealing with them? Are trans identified/labeled youths being exploited by the medical community? What is the moral state of the trans community dealing with "trans acting" or trans identified youths? How is the trans community dealing with them? Does the trans community exploit "trans acting"/identified youths for its own trans affirmations? If you read this blog, you already know the answer to all those questions.
More from the article
: Blake, the High Romantic...A High Romantic, one might say, is someone who believes passionately in
the idea that by joining, sexually and spiritually, with the beloved,
one can be transformed into a higher, better version of oneself and help
to transform the beloved as well. Blake believed this literally...What is the condition of the erotic life that Blake sees around him in
London? It has gone over to prostitution—the whore and the john dominate
Blake's vision. For Blake, sex is a sacred matter: It's at the heart of
the ceremony of fusion between one human spirit and another. To make of
sex something that is bought and sold is to give over to the Selfhood
something that rightfully belongs to the Soul....The fruit of prostitution is disease, both physical and spiritual. The
"youthful Harlot's curse / Blasts the new born Infant's tear / And
blights with plagues the Marriage hearse." The infant inherits syphilis
from his mother; the bride from her husband, who has been consorting
with the harlot. And along with this physical decay comes spiritual
sickness....Love for sale! That is perhaps the greatest oxymoron. Love is never for
sale, but sex always has been and will be. The Internet is probably the
greatest market for sex without love that has ever existed. Hunger for
pornography epitomizes the erotic life of the Selfhood in its current
state. Porn is exciting, isolating, and attractive. It uncouples
physical desire from the desire of the spirit, denying the very
existence of the latter. Someone addicted to porn is someone who has
given up on the possibility of a transforming love. Such a love involves
risk—the risk of rejection, the risk of shame.
I, like Blake, would also consider myself a "High Romantic", but I dont limit myself to strictly occupying a High Romantic belief with a lover only, transformative connections can be made with friends also. I agree with the author of the article, the internet for many has severed the head from the heart (body) and nowhere is this more profound and apparent than in "queer"/trans spaces whose whole ideology is founded on the mind/body split first and second a rejoining the mind/body through transition! Transforming ourselves spiritually (mind) and through High Romantic connections is how we truly transform our earthly selves (how we feel in our body), it isnt the other way 'round. But the isolating individualistic narcissism that the trans identified and the trans community are so entrenched in doesn't leave any doors open where transforming the self/body through the spiritual is even a possibility. Where does a closed door leave a confused, questioning youth, regardless of which side of the door they are on?
Lastly from the article:
Jesus said that it was a better thing to put a millstone around your
neck and fling yourself into the abyss than to harm a child. Which reminds me of a
Dostoevsky character when he said "
and if the suffering of children goes to swell the sum of suffering that was necessary to pay for truth, then I protest, that truth, is not worth such a price"!
You have seen the "suffering of children" here, scarred youths, unhappy, afraid, angry, insecure, confused and a community both medical and trans, who selfishly exploit every scar, every unhappiness, every fear, every anger, every insecurity and every fucking confusion, a "sum of suffering" that in the long run the only ones paying for it will be the children themselves while the pink elephant Truth, stands silently, due to the gag in its mouth, in the corner.
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