ONE CALL FOUR SIDES

THE MOON

noetic countdown faint displacement
I came to see what was there / she looks at what is fading and lingers the value that remains

Under the moon, the indifferent pavement. Edged in displaced pieces.
Pieces to blend with things at hand. Singular things ready to be assembled.

Vigilant in blindness. Vibrant in inertia. The dancing falls in contemplation of a stillness that pose no questions, in a darkness with no exceptions, in an absence with no lack. As if absence were the most important move, stillness the decisive enlightenment. In step with the gradual displacement of a horizon, we sense all the thread-thin shifts of value that make this eclipse so incredibly saturated and at the same time so blatantly lucid.

THE SQUARE

 visceral incitement reticent madness
you came to stay / they see the damage that is being done and cultivate the dignity that prevails  

In the middle of the square, despite the absence, all things spread out in unattended disorder.
Exhausted things, farsighted in inverted disappointment. In pieces, split into pieces. Corpses, piled up in untenable piles.

Then again. Once gone, dancing can always be recalled. One single call, and she is back in sight. Sharper than ever, with no promise of progress. No demands for improvement. Like a collection of down-played creatures, splayed out open, scattered over the uneven terrain. In circumstantial motion. As if dancing were not crucial but downright indecent. As if moving not only were of no use but in fact harmful. The dancing ceases to perform in her own right, to instead act as a hyphen between cause and speculation. Tearing herself apart in favor of a trespass oblique, where she lingers in doubtless gaps. You are moved by the inner cut, see the barely suggested. We step over a sensory threshold. And along with the razor-sharp dancing, we sense all the finely coiled layers that make this inversion so incredibly tender and at the same time so daring.

In contrast to the current hysterical, oh so static pursuit of unlimited growth of predetermined profit, this incitement proclaims a radical transgression. In the dance, for the dance. In the singular common.

The term noetic comes from the Greek word noēsis / noētikos which means inner vision, direct knowledge, intuition or implicit understanding. William James, the American philosopher and psychologist, defined noetic experiences as “states of knowledge”.

A sensation is the reaction of a sense organ to a stimulus. Sensation is the conversion of the nerve impulses formed at the end of signal transduction (a cascade of chemical reactions in a sense cell that begins with the activation of a receptor) into neural signals that can be interpreted by the brain. This interpretation is called perception, and in psychology sensation is therefore not the same thing as perception, even if the concepts are often used synonymously in common language. It is very difficult (if even possible) to experience a pure sensation the brain is quick to interpret the direction and then the sensation becomes perception. The sensation diminishes with repeated or long-term exposure to the same stimulus (so-called habituation or adaptation). When attention to the sensation is low or absent, that is, when impressions are registered in the unconscious, the impression is called subliminal perception. The level at which stimuli are too weak to be perceived is called sensory thresholds.