R/e-cycling in modern Territories
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ο δικός μου τίτλος "ηνίοχος"η αντιγόνη είπε ανούβηςhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anubis
http://blog.jamzik.com/2006/11/golem.htmlThe GolemJorge Luis BorgesTranslated by James HonzikIf (as affirms the Greek in the Cratylus)the name is archetype of the thing,in the letters of “rose” is the rose,and all the Nile flows through the word.Made of consonants and vowels,there is a terrible Name,that in its essence encodes God’s all,power, guarded in letters, in hidden syllables.Adam and the stars knew it in the Garden.It was corroded by sin (the Cabalists say),time erased it, and generationshave forgotten.The artifice and candor of man go on without end.We know that there was a time inwhich the people of God searched for the Namethrough the ghetto’s midnight hours.But not in that manner of those otherswhose vague shades insinuate into vague history,his memory is still green and lives,Judá the Lion the rabbi of Prague.In his thirst to know the knowledge of GodJudá permutated the alphabet through complex variationsand in the endpronounced the name that is the Keythe Door, the Echo, the Guest, and the Palace,over a mannequin shaped with awkward hands,teaching it the arcane knowledge ofsymbols, of Time and Space.The simulacrum raised its sleepy eyelids,saw forms and colors that it did not understand,and confused by our babblemade fearful movements.Gradually it was seen to be (as we are)imprisoned in a reverberating net ofBefore, Later, Yesterday, While, Now, Right, Left,I, You, Those, Others.The Cabalists who celebrated this mysterium,this vast creature, named it Golem.(Written about by Scholem,in a learned passage of his volume.)The rabbi explained the universe to him,“This is my foot, this yours, and this the rope,”but all that happened, after years,was that the creature swept the synagogue badly.Perhaps there was an error in the wordor in the articulation of the Sacred Name;in spite of the highest esoteric artsthis apprentice of man did not learn to speak.Its eyes uncanny,less like man than dog and much less than dog but thingfollowing the rabbi through the doubtfulshadows of the stones of its confinement.There was somethingabnormal and coarse in the Golem,at its step the rabbi’s cat fled in fear.(That cat not from Scholem but of the blind seer)It would ape the rabbi’s devotions,raising its hands to the sky,or bend over, stupidly smiling,into hollow Eastern salaams.The rabbi watched it tenderly butwith some horror. How (he said)could I engender this laborious son?Better to have done nothing, this is insanity.Why did I give to the infiniteseries a symbol more? To the coiled skeinon which the eternal thing is wound,I gave another cause, another effect, another grief.In this hour of anguish and vague light,on the Golem our eyes have stopped.Who will say the things to us that God felt,at the sight of his rabbi in Prague?Jorge Luis Borges – 1958
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"and while I'm picking out my favorite nameswhere our future is concernedin the steady blur of the dayswhat brought us here, why we try to saywe face back all the way"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBP57yI-jmY+Einstuerzende Neubauten - The Garden+
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