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The imaginary music of Nemescu makes me think of Kolakowski's words, when he said that metaphysics does not expire, does not go out of style, does not disappear, does not transform but ... it is hiding, …it is THERE, it is not seen, it is not heard, but it is ”waiting” for the time when people will look for it again, overwhelmed by a deep need.
Imaginary, personal, intimate music! The private access to the inaccessible ... Each man and his own inaccessible. Is my inaccessible more inaccessible than your inaccessible? But what about the unimaginable?
…inaudible but not inexplicable. Indoor garden, personal, absolute refuge. Some can take everything from you, scores, instruments, recordings, publications, but no one can take your imagination, no one can find out or take your ”phantasm”. I think that a regime, which pushes the world to whispers, pushes for an inner "expansion" - I unwittingly thought of expansion.
Pain, pain, loosening, pain. The principle of communicating vessels, where you pour and where it flows, [untranslatable-unrelatable] are layers and spaces, you gather here, you swell there, your throat there, you extend beyond. The repressed exclamation can lead to inflammation.
All this light, the delight, the inner trill, the thrills of happiness, it's all like a wedge hovering up somewhere, crossing the Krakatoa caldera, smoking sulfur and spitting hot magma.
From repression to self-repression, then to the development / birth of subversive “ideational mechanisms”, metaphysical defenses, in front of the systemic brute.
Personal peace can hide infernal noises … no one can rummage through your thoughts like books, shelves, drawers from home, looking for compromising materials (say) Now when I imagine a "sound butterfly" it doesn't even matter that it all started with the desperate attempt to get back on my stomach, stuck in Kafka / Samsa's exoskeleton.
From the music of the spheres to the music of the ”dodecahedrones”, then to the music of the dots and back (.) A system pushes the subversive, and the subversive develops whole universes, which at some point free themselves from the burden of personal struggles with the system and after the dissolution of the Stockholm "stage". release occurs. That's when imaginary music begins. Because until then it's more like imaginary noise (and anger). Imaginary rage, fantasies of destruction. Ghosts of restoring the world, Ghosts of human "improvement". How many catastrophes did not start like this, but also how many wonderful gardens, interiors, personal, intimate rescues, did not expand, like an exponential generative serialism.
Silence (imposed by a regime) is a first step towards an inner world, all the more extensive as the outer world is sectioned by screens, dogmas, censorship, membranes, prohibitions, laws, retaliation. No one goes through something like this without getting (at least) scars on the heart. And from scars to scarring is a step. Through torment, to the stars. How do the old people blush after reaching the stage when they realize that they are already living "beyond merit"? How much do you deserve to live? It's an intimate feeling of gratitude and guilt, unspeakable. I think I deviated, imagination and skidding? Can imaginary music be fake? Hard to believe, sorry, imaginable :)
Ok, what if we imagined a decoder / decryptor of imaginary music? Something that makes me think of Tipler's work, if I'm not mistaken, about the Omega point? Or another area, Z-Buffering, in the programming language, in 3D games. You move through a space, and the limit is the edge of the monitor, the line after which the space is pure code, not visible, but when you turn right, say, the corridor coagulates instantly on the monitor. The quantum potentiality, the universe tucked in folds, is waiting to be revealed.
The ”Archeton”, the primordial sound, unheard by anyone. Or the archefossil from Meillassoux's works ... and why not the "Morphic Resonance" of Rupert Sheldrake.
Could a Spectrator (not a spectator) hear music imagined by someone else? Antispectacle, Protospectacle, Infraspectacle… Stanescu's ”Unwords” (Necuvintele) The ”First Principle” from the fascinating works of medieval philosopher Damascius (and Proclus)
... The Unspoken, The Unnamed ... The intimacy and intangibility of Imaginary Music. The next step, how can you hear my imaginary opera? Childish restlessness, impatience, whims. I want to hear! Why can't I hear what you're hearing?
That's it, I know, I need a stethoscope :) which side do you have your heart on? on the left or on the right? :) well, maybe I will be able to fall asleep at least in my imagination. I have to imagine that I'm sleepy, otherwise I won't be able to…
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https://www.researchgate.net/publication/316589836_Stepping_into_the_Void_Proclus_and_D1amascius_on_Approaching_the_First_Principle
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https://vdocuments.mx/leszek-kolakowski-metaphysical-horrorbookosorg.html
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https://altexploit.files.wordpress.com/2017/06/quentin-meillassoux-ray-brassier-alain-badiou-after-finitude-_-an-essay-on-the-necessity-of-contingency-bloomsbury-academic_continuum-2009.pdf
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https://www.sheldrake.org/files/pdfs/papers/Part-I-Mind-Memory-and-Archetype-Morphic-Resonance-and-the-Collective-Unconscious.pdf
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https://revistaarta.ro/en/column/a-short-journey-through-imaginary-music-with-octavian-nemescu/
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https://www.researchgate.net/publication/326317844_The_metaphysics_of_immortality_Death_and_eternal_life_in_Frank_Tipler_and_Robert_Lanza%27s_theories
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