On repetition, self, beauty and work

As an artist I am repeating myself. As a performer I am repeating this repetition, while also engaging in a further repetition of myself.

What duties does repetition comprise, in relation to the future society?

Repetition and learning.

Maybe all I am trying to say is that the self can be repeated.

If the self is repeated, it is also extended.

How is it that it is the self that is repeated and not an external content? (NB What is the external content of the self?)

Why is it good that the self is extended?

What can we consider a phenomenological good? Can we consider that, in fact, the extension of the self is the phenomenological good?

Social media and the repetition of self. Lol. Repetition of the self or construction of a resemblance? >> authenticity

What requires an artist to be authentic? >> if s/he is not, what is the repeated does not extend the self. In fact there is no repetition.

Repetition vs concretization.

If we consider repetition = concretization, this fails as each repetition differs. Hence we say extension.

How is the self constituted? From interaction with the repetition of other selves.

And what of beauty?

Beauty derives from harmony – either a physical harmony or the harmony of an idea (physical harmony is in fact one such idea). Harmony has as one part coherence, and as a second, the necessity of a whole. 

Beauty is a perception which derives from “fellow feeling” – as the self is coherent in its repetitions and harmonious in its extension.

When we grasp beauty we are grasping the nature of the self.

Is this to say, all awareness is awareness of the self? No, but it is to say all awareness is relational to a self which is capable of recognising its own nature.

When do we not repeat? When we perform incoherently. Incoherence is the antithesis of repetition.

Are selves who engage more frequently in repetition more capable of grasping beauty. Remember repetitions are not similar. They need not resemble one another. A restatement, not a copy.

Is creative work the only work where repetition occurs? No – I find even in mundane work the repetition of ability.

Is there beauty in ability? In the swift order in which the harnessed mind runs.

I find coherence. Do I find beauty?

Can we quantify the extension of various repetitions? Is it useful to do so? Are we prevented from doing so by their difference? I believe so.


You say burkini, I say bikini

I didn’t want to get out of the pool tonight. Then I got out and I didn’t want to go down to my apartment. The air on the roof was just perfect, warm and still. The call to prayer came drifting over. It’s so beautiful when you only hear it as music. 

Kate and I talked about this when we were in Jordan, where we heard it a lot. Jordan was a lot more Arab than Dubai. I guess I should have thought about that before I left, that in Dubai you are always surrounded by the expat effect. Not so in Jordan (though we met some very nice ones. If you ever go to Amman check out By the Lemon Tree – the macroeconomics over breakfast were illuminating). Amman was a place where I felt uncomfortable walking around alone with my hair uncovered. Of course, it’s different in different places and in the tourist parts, Petra, the Dead Sea and even Aqaba it was more usual. But in Amman, I arrived a few hours before Kate and went out alone to get some snacks, and I was a little scared by the staring and comments.

Could I have covered my hair? Probably. But while I try to be culturally respectful, I also don’t want my liberty to be infringed or to have to do something which I violently disagree with. At the end of the day, I understand that that is how these people live and I can’t change it. I can even understand that some women feel more comfortable covered up. But I don’t think that they should do. Women are not responsible for male desire, and I have a fundamental problem with the rules that apply to one half of the population and not the other.

Which brings us on to the fascinating subject of the burkini. We spotted many instances throughout our trip. If you don’t know what this is, have a look here http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2013/02/10/article-2276313-177531BC000005DC-602_630x873.jpg

Even if I didn’t have a deep-seated love of frivolous bikinis, I could never imagine swimming in all of that. The weight of cloth, apart from anything. (Although in hindsight it would have prevented me from getting sunburn on my bum while I was snorkelling.) It makes me grateful that I was born in the time I was, in the culture I was. 

Yet what women’s equality exists, is relatively new and very fragile. The horror stories that are coming out of the States now about restricted birth control, attempts to ban abortion all prove that even in the western world, women still have to fight to have control of their own bodies. Christian fundamentalists are no less extreme. I vote for reviving the cult of Artemis. We need at least one religion where women are on top.