[...] and breakdown of linguistic exchange in San'an story.
...having an ‘ear’ for contrasting pressures of sexual discourse or identity
in San'an, man and woman, each respective experience of Eros and language had set them desperately apart.
In whose idiom, male or female, one can grasp (only) falsehood or menace?
...as declaimer of my own stifled, tongue
my performance, corresponding to my level of literacy, and a private thesaurus, part of my subconscious and personal memories, and using the singular and irreducibly specific ensemble of somatic and psychological identity.
this is not a formal hard-edged linguistic relegation, rather a
Cultures (during Attar's?) seem to expend on their vocabulary and syntax acquisitive energies and ostentations entirely lacking in their material lives.
my translation of Attar, an interlinear version of the script, a virtual archetype of translation
think about the presence of interpreters in the building site
Only if men could use language without perusing meaning to the forbidden edge of the absolute.
‘a poetic vocabulary of concepts’
‘connections or affinities’
pursuit of an inter-lingua for philosophic discourse
as you can see in this writing, I am practicing loosening the tight axiom of relation of A
towards a general theory of significant sign
Can we correlate the Persian syntax with the
the language-matrix
language, informed by energies proper to itself, more comprehensive and timeless than any who makes use of it...
jede Sprache ist ein Versuch
(Humboldt)
different languages penetrate to different depths
ok, we are starting with language from scratch, here
Literaturhaus, house has always been a
how Attar can become interested in other lives other that San'an's that are worth living?
although we see again and again in Islamic social order the hierarchical structured relationships, I like to show the otherwise in mystic stances, and argue that the model doesn't remain static normative from the master-disciple to the authority and dependence lock, that the master-disciple relationship doesn't affirm the divine order.
and San'an is also against
we are presented with will of the Tarsaa, the destination of San'an, and the poetic representation is feminine. the female image is strong. although at the end it has to give up
The Tarsaa is supervising San'an's diet, sleep, and speech
tradition
(ein Akt der Erinnerung basiert auf einer Hervorspringen-Effekt der gemeinsamen Kenntnisse)
-there is a sequence (where is the individual terms within it?)
-my storytelling is about
the performance of ‘stop’ in San'an
sign-functions that cannot be stopped
the master-pupil lock
‘locken’ is also to lure, seduce, etc.
thank you for becoming my students, temporarily
we are not locked, and not necessarily unlocked
what is concealed behind the special effects of the awesome signifier in San'an's story?
concealed
in Rumi every word is pass-word. you don't translate a password! (fallacy of the literal)
Sufi order
mystic, is one mode of subjectivity emerged in the middle eastern thought
in Rumi
and then Rumi goes in length in differences between mud and water.
what the image of the sinking ship has to do with the anti-clarity movements of the Sufis?
bush
also, Rumi opens the mechanics of praying in this story, he zooms in Daghughi's performance, the God is force-handed into the pray, because the human prayer temporarily simulates nonexistence (
what time is it for San'an?
switching time-zones, from quotidian to ontological, transcendental to experimental
his jet-lags
exhaustion of
I am just alerting to a relation to time
(in a nano-structural sense
how much time does it take or took for the San'an's students to hook on to the teacher, to the difficult philosophical program that each teaching brings to bear?
It was the perfection of whatever I say more.
(Was it she at the shrine of Sheikh for fifty years?)
Cherished with the perfect disciple. He was a disciple of Kahn, wow!! (Who is Kahn?!)
Ministry of austerity, day and night; Practiced the science of offspringing. Discovering the (secrets that are) revealed.
But Hajj (
trotzdem, in greatness and strong authorities, her illness and frailty found him. And he correctly found the tail—people's definitions of joy and sorrow—an idol in the world of science.
Although the Qibla (
Betty would prostrate on durability. (Who is Betty?).
He woke up to the world as a lifesaver, and said, “Alas!” this time, “Joseph has succeeded to fallen well.”
From behind he felt a difficult way.
“I do not know going from this sad life” John said “that if I left the faith.” Not a ton on all the ground.
Where is such Qibla
While it cut the position of the Qibla, it became for him a clear path to justice, and stayed in the Qibla
The punishment be upon him in arboreal (baumig, gro?artig), period.
The master grew suddenly old. “With my
Go now! The early Going.
Authentic disciple of four hundred men, were regressed on a journey with him; Would go to the ends of the Ka'ba (
Time, variable, filter
It turned out to be an awesome perspective—a girl sitting on the landscape. (This is Tarsaa -
In Ra hundred knowledge Allah spirit. The sphere of Jamal Hassan Tower. It was sunny but she envied sun-shots. Yellow coy lovers in him. Here, heart of the hair of a dead lover, around her hair gripping the imagination. Here, pomegranate lives on the beast that pees in Ra.
Saba (
Leaving it wrinkled up a trait. Both eyes was intrigued lovers. Both eyebrows to arch, was good. Comments on Valentine's Day because he flocked. John, the coquetry, with his arch ‘flocked,’ was closed on May—eyebrow arched. Kurdish, she collected hundreds of human lives that would follow the twists of hair.
LOL, it was thirsty. Feed the hungry world!
“N has thousands of labels,” said he, because of the lack of his mouth. That said, if it was not any of her mouth.
Such eye needle-like mouth around the midst of package. Simin (
Joseph chewed hundreds of thousands of heart with blood. First in what he overthrew
Burqa (
Then a hundred dead in their hair.
Although the Sheikh was far in advance, (Betty will love this
Sheikh's faith and christian purchase!? God bless scandal! Loving that christian girl is going to be difficult.
Gave him very good advice, no treatment.
Love turbulent was keyboard command. Aroma therapy to treat pain?! It was still day to night long.
From eye view, his mouth remained open, because of dark night in black poetry, because it was hidden under the sin of unbelief.
Each LED erupted the night. Old moons came out of it. His love that night was one hundred more. The hearts of the world took their time together. The soil took over and broke mourning. Not a dream, not a trail. “Lord of the day!,” said he, “Do not burn candles or fairies. At night I was in great austerity. Such a burning pile did not sleep. The liver bloods to the heart, and not backward. Such a pile of Kill and Burn! Hindi night, burn and kill my day! Including in the blood of the night of wonder...”
The head remained steeped in blood.
Every moment of the evening that passes was ‘a percentage’ of ambush;
Day and night, he was fighting liver.
Day and night I was in fever.
“Tonight I am his day. I paid for the day, for this made my night. Tonight will be a day or paste. God would not be burning candles.” Or paste this ambush several signs. Ambush until the Day of Judgment. The shames in the curtains. The night is long and black as her hair. Hundred people intercepted him. Tonight, of melancholy, love will burn. (Wait to pull down the skirt.) Resolve a wake or help me in his love! “Where is the science in my mind that was before?” Or to bring in more reason?
Wisdom and patience go go go, sweethearts! This is what love is, what pain does is this.
Companions
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Because he did not speak work, that was the end of treatment.
Woman wave the curtain hearts blood-glucose.
What comes to your meeting unfolds... Leave days, with golden shield. Hinduism night to cast the razor head. Proud the other day. It was like a sea of light absorbing Fountain Creek.
Sheikh quiet in alley of the building, working with street dogs. Stayed on the ground and sat released. Such was the-hair-in-the-mouth. Finished up closeness day and night in his dormitory.
He waited for the sun.
Became ill.
(Soil was the idol bed in his dormitory.)
Made a journalist of herself, “What patrol!” said Sheikh restless, who have drunk of the wine of i[...]