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Inukshuk

Rajiv

Rajiv

 

Can I Know you
Will you speak to me
You, who are the most beautiful
Two continents co-join
in your gaze.

The Ignorant Populate
Will the progenies of time
ever see you?
You, the most fine-looking.

The Stones gather
In-focus the gathering guides
It ‘its’ its-self into and brings
the one to its own.

Metaphor slips into metonymy
The self un-self’s itself
What shapes space shapes us
…a matter of high seriousness.

notes:
“Inukshuk” are unique to the Arctic. The word translates as “in the likeness of a person” and they serve as directional markers as well as being symbol of hope, safety and friendship. But this late definition does not go well with its original etymological “in the likeness of a person”.

The progeny’s of time are ‘I’ and ‘you’, naturally Time means ‘we’ who are moved headlong, blindly by our own sense making and future enabling possibilities. This sense making is directly conditioned by our tempo-reality and we from the outset see what we see because we are expected to see only those things as one is already from the outset committed to those by the inner workings of our times. For example over time, fringe ideas of sexuality become the dominant explanation and these over time come to shape our own sexuality and how we experience it.

We never see the Inukshuk, and even though I and you can look at it, they remain visible and at the same time invisible to us, and why is it so, it is so because this “I and you” which also includes the original dwellers as well as foreign western influx into the Arctic region, an Influx which is not simply a human migration but also a shift in the way things and objects in the world show up in our perceptual space, it is a migration of a self interpreting space which arises not out of the actual landscape and our original response to their inner movements, but rather, this space is more and more transformed to suit our own alien mode of life which today threatens its very ecology. Thus even though we can look and gaze upon the Inukshuk’s , we can never ever truly know them, we see them but never encounter them as Inukshuk, because, the Inukshuk’s are deeply embedded in their own particular lived space, a perceptual or perception shaping space, a space which is grounded in a very different way of life, and it is within this space that they show up as Inukshuks. A space that has been unself[ed] by our technological mastering of the Earth. This technological mastering by which we order ourselves also orders our world by locking our bodies and minds to its inner (technological) mode of self expression …We who inherit and embody this world shaping space, we who are this space, have lost that crucial access enabling sensibility under whose gaze Inukshuk’s show up as Inukshuk’s. And the way this uprooting today proceeds via us, and as there are no existential time reversibility, all this becomes a matter of high seriousness.

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  1. [...] Technology is Janus faced in the sense that the very Unconscious Technology that produced the Nazi is the same that is producing every Jew, at the same time another Unconscious is shaping, forming and regulating the way we go about doing things, reproducing day to day life…thus..Modern Technology seethes in a double unconscious, it archives this only by forgetting our poets house friends… In our case The “Vasu’s Adityas and Rudras” by technolizing essential life-worlds, drying it of its poetic and mythic content to a point where it become obvious that its all dead matter and thus lacking any inherent or essential value on its own. You can now no longer poetise about ‘it’. That is, when the unwritten law of the world withdraws from our essential poetic visibility, then rivers become gutters and the ‘wild’ essentially safari’s and zoos, where only the community defined written laws have any essential worth, and the strange and unearthly brew of constitutions, Institutes and religious books with their weird dry laws and imagined stories become the rule of the day. (check my poems “The Tiger” and “Inukshuk“) [...]

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