INTERSTICE: HOPE.MANSARD ROOF.DAYLIGHT. RAILINGS. RAILWAY TRACKS.RELICS.OVERGROWTH.CAVERNOUS SPACES/TIMES. VOIDS…… AND HUMAN KINDNESS, despite it all…. BY STEVEN BENSON

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There is something spectral re Mansard rooves: they evoke Gothic, unruly extravagance, BOUND to decay (Ozymandias); they recall Sebald’s monumentalist buildings, doomed to collapse under the weight of history and their vast, unmaintainable edifices……

Canfranc has a compromised history and outlived its usefulness more or less from the outset; it has now a one-coach train, calling twice a day at a miniaturized, adjacent platform, dwarved by these spectacular otiose ruins.

In aiming to SURPASS the void, we fall into it….the abysmal abbess.; in aspiring to the (manmade)stars, we fall flat back on the earth.

There you go; and there:

When I was a teenager, Dad and I used to run around the overgrown, unkempt and spooky garden you can see-nowadays tidied up- at the base of Liverpool Anglican Cathedral(I think the UTMOST monumentalized religious building in the world); there were mausoleums and gazebos, graves, all overgrown; endless, meandering paths. Like life/death really…….

[i DO NOT WANT TO INTERPOSE/IMPOSE ORDER ON THIS POST; you can -eisegesisize it{is that the verb; who cares?}yourself/FOR your individual self…….I read a review of a book by Wayne Koestenbaum where he commented on the (non/anti)form/style of another writer; though I had read-and admired-some Koestenbaum (“The Queen’s Throat is a classic encomium to gay male culture) I had never read any Guibert of whom he was talking in phrases like “fragmentary self-articulation”,”questionning straitened{sic} notions of what constitutes a polished piece of writing”, advocating what he calls, instead, “the cadences of {self}catastrophe”, of “self-excavating self-improvisation”, inter alia; blurb for Guibert “The Mausoleum of Lovers”, trans Nathanael). I did not know I was trying to/just happening at doing that lol; but I suppose I am/have done/WILL do, because freedom of writing leads to freedom of interpretation, and freedom of expression; and , most of all, mirrors the way our synapses of thought work: not linearly(unless we MAKE them) but higgledy-piggledy and vertically in time (past, present, hopes for future).]

I do not believe such a writing(constellation) of style(s) is chaos; well, it IS, cos LIFE often is….chaos, I mean; especially now, with the BJ “in charge”{……….} of “management” of an epically virulent set of mutations of a virus {opi cit}.

I do not wish to disappear down a bottomless crevice or chasm or abyss…OR a void;

RE-SET. COMPUTER. (virtual) REALITY SYSTEM CONFIGURATION RE-SET. FACTORY SETTINGS.

Now, then,: let us focus on HOPE (cos that’s all we got, right now); the birds GLIMPSED in the Rose Garden(albeit through temporary railings); the beautiful semi and full desuetude

At first glance, askance, this looks like an old, weed and flower-ridden railway track; it is actually just a path….

This is harder to transmute into decaying yet beautiful……

This one perhaps (slightly too) crassly symbolic(perhaps not)
I LIKE this one best; this is MORE than hope(and more than “FAITH”……, an aporia if there ever was one!…). This is human kindness -from a church but it could be ANY human-kindness manifested in PRACTICAL ACTS OF HELP/SUCCOUR, not empty words of (putative )”hope”/hope; an always delayed orgasm(kingdom) never attained, but held out, as that elusive end-point, to be striven for, on an ever-rotating wheel or a Sisyphusean rock (or pretend one) forever pushed up hill.

FOOD for people who have not GOT enough food; TO BE ACTUALLY DELIVERED TO THEIR HOUSES; in a pandemic, because some people (not just churchgoers and -some-socialists, actually CARE; and WANT to reach out, and help each other; even though, heavily ironically, we are living in this virtual world where human touch, the mainstay of our visceral and spiritual lives and selves; where this is denied us, without a horrific possible cost; that it took a pandemic to make it (more) prevalent , is itself, of course, ironic. It does not, at all, prove God/”God” is in that church and the folk who attend it, it proves PEOPLE DO actually care, AND want and will do something concrete about it.

Blojo and his minion non-entities (of whom Patel is the very most egregious) are not at all concerned with this sharing and giving and protecting “the poor”; cf the multiple school-meal and meal-parcel scandals (Marcus Rashford being de facto PM here….); they are veering from their aim of achieving herd immunity through “culling” of the vulnerable to-luckily for us- herd immunity of a more normal, non genoicidal kind (via vaccines immunity, if it can actually be achieved); but that is only because the vaccines interpellated themselves; or rather the scientists, the epidemiologists and other sane, kinder people, got in there; interposed, like Rashford.

The void is NOT just Covid-19(and now its many variants and mutation); it is the moral NIL/NEMO at the very heart of government/the establishment; the STINK of the rot of political/financial corruption(croneyism re contracts,inter alia).

This subtly and semi-totalitarian state where x = y(aka politely known as “Mixed messaging” re Covid) is the opposite of the St. Bride’s food parcels; its (attempted) negation.

These acts of kindness and humanity can do no more than mitigate it (the Queen won’t sack him and Starmer would WELL lose a vote of No Confidence); but they are all we have……..

These (the shoots):

Not this:

Published by: decayetude

ENTHUSIASMS: CLASSICAL MUSIC, ESPECIALLY OBSCURE ROMANTIC COMPOSERS; BACH/HANDEL LITERATURE, ESPECIALLY THOUGHTFUL, WELL-WRITTEN(STYLISTICALLY)NOVELS W G SEBALD WALTER BENJAMIN THEODOR ADORNO(JUST BEGINNING!) AESTHETIC PHILOSOPHY GAY MEN'S WRITING;QUEER THEORY STIMULATING DISCUSSIONS(EMOTIONALLY AND INTELLECTUALLY) GOOD RICH THICK ESPRESSO MICHAEL PONTI SPRITUALITY/LIFE'S "AURA"(BENJAMIN), WHATEVER TRANSCENDENTAL THING YOU WANT TO CALL THIS MEMORY-the elusiveness thereof. LOST TIME AND AN ATTEMPT AT ITS REDEMPTION(NON THEISTICALLY/RELIGIOUSLY)

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