Wittgenstein’s ladder is a one-way ladder. Climbing it is difficult but descent is impossible. Once you have reached the top, there is a popular misconception that the ladder blocks your regress by casting itself down on the ground. However, ladder cognoscenti know that the ladder is much too subtle and elegant for that. The way it works is you can mount the ladder to return to the ground, but as you start to lower yourself, the ladder moves up at the same rate. The cumulative effect is null. The ladder has borne you up, and will now bear you exactly where you are for eternity.
“The ship wherein Theseus and the youth of Athens returned from Crete had thirty oars, and was preserved by the Athenians down even to the time of Demetrius Phalereus, for they took away the old planks as they decayed, putting in new and stronger timber in their place, in so much that this ship became a standing example among the philosophers, for the logical question of things that grow; one side holding that the ship remained the same, and the other contending that it was not the same.”
— Plutarch, Theseus
There is this thing that we all do together. I would like to talk about that, all collective activities: families, clubs, organizations, firms, nation states…
Reminds me of…Series X, 16 Windmill
That Wright is Wright and Nott is Nott
Logicians must concede.
That Nott is right and Wright is not
Four judges have decreed.
That Nott is right, and Wright is not,
We all must now agree;
Then Nott is right and Wright is Nott–
The same thing, to a t.
If Nott is Nott and Wright is Nott,
It comes without a wrench
That we have not, if not two Notts,
Five judges on the bench.
If only four, as shown before,
And three agree with Nott,
The judgment is unanimous,
And Wright’s dissent is naught.
The knot is not, is Nott not Nott?
But is Wright right, or Nott?
Is Nott not right? What right has Wright
To write that Nott is not?
He concluded, “Do I do right to write to Wright
This most unrighteous rot?”
Reminds me of…Series X, 27 Cube
When we meet
We always meet in Steve’s head.
I invite him over he says great
But has always forgotten something
Or remembered something
And so we are comfortable again
Inside his head.
Dan Pharo, King of Eygpt,
lives where motley is born.
The tackle of ornaments,
Mod yeatspeare gone.
And my line?
Fill a bucket with a hole.
Catches me on the corny.
On the weary.
if I’m the solution,
what could the problem be.
We bleed our enemies
to give them their senses,
Dan Pharo said.
VIII. gasped down
A. away her breath
C. panted the regular way
i. no the question
ii. he neither
iii. her see nor hear
the common strange
VII. But that for the rest
all alive very clock
over and begin
VI. I declare!
A. just like
B. was to look
was to there, down
C. away as brightly
warm here, warmer
D. oh, what’ll
V. milk in there? Perhaps looking-milk
our four drawing room beyond
A. let’s pretend like gauze
That’s W.O.G. We say WOG—wrath of God
It’s a timespender—boyful thoughts
The thoughts of youth are long thoughts
The youth of thoughts are thoughts long
And what else? Just long
Can’t else? Written: do not send me back to this world
Controler 8, we still have a Leo.
Reminds me of … Series X, 4
IV. all my ideas about the looking-glass the other way
unless our fires smoke like our books
III. just as if you understood
A. check! you purred among my pieces
i. half the things, kings and queens
B. I’ll be the rest
C. let’s pretend I’m a hungry hyena
i. and you’re a bone
D. let’s pretend you’re red,
i. arms folded, a model to imitate
ii. the kitten properly, good directly
The F-Shaped Whole of Swears
the dream of a bedwetter.
figure 1: the jockstrap of death
snarl, what’s a tangle?…ouch
the mania of wealth is preservation
figure 2: abrasive caffine whiskers
thinking: kiss me, please don’t kiss me
addendum (waking): Fat pants for Maria, Fat pants for Maria!
The figure of one, a bonaman
I phoenix the birds…oh, burn!
what’s the only argument for the same result?
dear Sorry I’m blanking
I once went to prom with a Bill named Tom
was like a Latin Zorro
said: “fare thee asshole to the café spiders.”
said: “pitting the ice, silver toe?”
he wrote at my feet so I could read off my shoes.
just say “Plumbago”
now think carefully, is parking lots for parking lots?
Till the –oom and –oom find gl- and d-
sama the goly host
Greek, Greek, and more Greek
her mouth was the f-shaped hole of swears
say hello to my slobbering heart
No, I just said can’chya
I don’t care/don’t care (9)
flower of you with arrow offshot (8)
I make train the way I go (7)
those two talked, quiet on the blossom,
wise or not, of a blind spot (7)
I, error, I (6)
to gnoss is to know (6)
If you lack time, don’t (6)
I see here a trend
for the greatness you lack (6)
II. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and the fields
A. perhaps it says, go to sleep
i. dress in green
ii. whenever the wind
B. oh, that’s, cried Alice
i. dropping the ball to clap
No Sounds Where Fury
My colder self in duplication
colder, longer, sleeper
longer the deep
longer the water spread wide
i.i.i the vespertine
i.i.ii the were-good
i.i water and the water you don’t like
colder as bluer as downer
as a garden in fall
as the blue spiral of K
i.i. the animal skin hands
i.ii. the rusting joints
What I Know About What I’m Seeing
I. I’m going to tell you all your faults
A. number one, you squeaked
B. number two, you pulled
C. number three, you unwound the worsted
that’s three faults, you’ve not been punished
Lives Appareled Yesterday
I was told to press the push to start
wrote: the fall of every garden is man
wrote: categories of error, propositions of doubt
Jessamin: erotic rigging
Nothing is as Tim as Tim for Tim’s sake
A man with a preference for echo
throws talk off the wall
Thata hava celtic disregard
There was one time we caught wind that Snevets was haunting some old industrial complex out off Back road. We took three cars of agents, twelve men in all. I warned the men about Snevets and split them into six teams. No use in having solo agents trying to track. Snevets is not your ordinary hunt and detain, and besides not one of them had more than 4 years on the force. We’d be lucky if we even sighted him. Everyone was miked and told to radio in their position. I sent them through the complex in teams, as I said. I kept watch by the gate, coordinating. It was dusk and the light was failing. The hangars around the place looked like great shadows, and the sky was assuming a darker and darker blue. I could see nothing, but the silhouette of a chain and the outline of the buildings. Snevets could be anywhere. Ten minutes had passed and no one had radioed in. I went to the car to get a thermos. Snevets! He was in one of the cars. I rushed towards the door, but heard the automatic locks engage. The keys were with one of the other agents. I spoke into my lapel. Snevets had the time it took the keys to return to effect his escape. The cabin overhead went on. I saw him comb through the elbow rest and glove compartment looking for paper, anything. He found the back of an unfinished report. My jaw tightened. His hand went into his sport coat and brought out a pen. I rested my body against one on the other cars. The keys would never make it back in time. All I could do was watch him write. I was too disappointed to yell anything through the window. By the time the man arrived with the keys, Snevets was no more than warm upholstery. I thought to myself how can he do all that with only a pen? I got the men back in the cars and headed back to the agency, to the cracks that awaited. Was Snevets trying to humiliate me?