Comes Around
Jan. 9th, 2011 01:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
purejuicePrimo Levi's definition of metaphysical guilt is the bedrock, I'd call it, of the new -- essentialism? Or Platonism? That I've been thinking about for the last 20 years, and which makes me so entirely impatient with the pomoes.* There is something there, and it is based in experience of the most essential kind, where as -- oh, let's say, gender fluidity -- can be based, it is entirely arguable, on bad 90s television, which is in turn based on Victorian murder obsessions and operatic ethos (she does it and she dies) and Mary Shelley's Oedipus complex. Hott, but/and/or not.
Come to find out, after a long breakfast with my cousin the metaphysicist, there is a Hindu term for Levi's existential "moral universe". It's call the Akashic record. I keep calling it the Oshkoshic record and envisioning devotees in black-and-white-striped denim saris.
He tells me further his mother, my beloved aunt, had in the 1970s in our little hometown a coven of ladies who met weekly for what they called Weird Wednesday. There they (nice square Episcoes all, pillars of the comm) did seances, meditated, and discussed the Akashic record, among many many other things, for years. They would then have been in their 50s. Dear hearts, and gentle people.
Who knew? As a documentarian, amateur Hindu, alt historiographer and a person entirely shut out from Euro whiteboy thought, this is an amazingly -- uh, objective correlative.
*Whose post-whiteboy thought I naturally am in sympathy with, and whose many insights into basically poco matters I can only be epochally grateful for.
Come to find out, after a long breakfast with my cousin the metaphysicist, there is a Hindu term for Levi's existential "moral universe". It's call the Akashic record. I keep calling it the Oshkoshic record and envisioning devotees in black-and-white-striped denim saris.
He tells me further his mother, my beloved aunt, had in the 1970s in our little hometown a coven of ladies who met weekly for what they called Weird Wednesday. There they (nice square Episcoes all, pillars of the comm) did seances, meditated, and discussed the Akashic record, among many many other things, for years. They would then have been in their 50s. Dear hearts, and gentle people.
Who knew? As a documentarian, amateur Hindu, alt historiographer and a person entirely shut out from Euro whiteboy thought, this is an amazingly -- uh, objective correlative.
*Whose post-whiteboy thought I naturally am in sympathy with, and whose many insights into basically poco matters I can only be epochally grateful for.
