a black circle, pain

the clearing is necessarily dark, obscure -�a black round. Its�reality attested to by the squareness and whiteness of the represented world, after the law of contraries.

Crossing it is neither a movement of colonisation, of opening it up to traffic, of smuggling into it signs of property or propriety, nor of transgressing against a representative order.

a square white world demands a black sun. Even so, traversing the round black shadow burnt permanently on the plane of representation is to wade thighdeep in ashes, to feel one’s legs – the “boys” – lose traction and watch them smiling into invisiblity.

This is what Mark Wills (?-2006) called burning roses – the burning bush – the future talk: the cut back to the graft-mark.

The past loves a clearing – and is in the pure past outside of timespace – more than the clearing loves�a past. Loss of sense – Big Sense – belongs to ‘us’ who choose to set foot on the white square�but the clearing has its own sense.

Noone has explored this concept further than Gilles Deleuze. I wonder at the speed at which we now endeavour to cross�and are encouraged to�assay our crossings. If we go so fast, pain becomes impossible. It is perhaps on the affirmation of pain, its possibility, that I find nothing, yet, in Deleuze, to reassure the antinomian.

And it might still be on this ground that there is a rapprochement between the essayistic critical elan and analogon of Paul Virilio and the innocent philosophy of Gilles Deleuze’s Being/difference in a life. The latter’s (non)being insists in the dark round as the complement to�this critical time and (un)critical silence about the square white and represented world.

The clouds were torn tonight and screamed when they could not contemplate themselves as a cat lying on its back, a bear mounting another bear, a griffin, creatures… they felt the pain of�their inability to�express, regardless of their narcissism, their passive syntheses. They could only become.�They envied us.