Riffing on Time
From notebook
Libet and Soon et al. Our will, already happened
Libet's book, delaying of touch
Derrida postcard differa/ence of duality. (Hah! Who'd have thought he may be right?! Doesn't Libet prove Derrida right!?)
"Back to the future", "Terminator 1" and "Terminator 2" and being ones own daddy, Dr. Who and the Daleks. Is there a connection between robots and time travel?
Lacan's auto daddy? one day I will be (like) daddy, have mummy.
Self contradiction and also selfing, self touching in time
Elvis singing about time attempting to hold the note, long enough for, love? [1]
The eternal return of Neitzche (some schizophrenics agree)
Beach House Wishes (on a wheel)
Kanzi's words as predictions, "(look ma) I went to eat an apple". Kanzi, the only (?) primate to speak, spoke about what he had already decided to do, predicting the past.
The last lines of "100 years of Solitude" and "The mines of Moria" (in LOTR), writings about the past that predict.
Einstien's bats, time reversal effects (time travel?), that appears to take place and the fact that time and space are somehow, the same thing: spacetime.
The Rocking Horse Winner. Doing something repetitively, for mummy, in order to predict the future.
My feeling of prediction
Donnie Darko - prediction as knowing what people want to do [2]. When I felt I could predict my life, I thought it were simply because I knew what I wanted to do, but lately I get the impression it may be more as though my life has already happened in a sense!
Waking Life chapter five thesis video script is plausible. Note that life is an old woman's dream upon dying.
Elvis Costello's song "Veronica" is about an old woman who is called a lot of things. Veronica Lyrics Veronica on YouTube. Note the narration at the end.
Bruce Lee's favourite song was a transcription of Christina Rosetti's At Home (mis quoted as "When I was dead") about a dead woman watching.
Derrida's ear of other seems to listen out of crypt too.
American Beauty heaven/hell and the ending where it is claimed that we will see our life at once. The whole film is Freudian (the hero is at the same time is daughter's boyfriend)
Maybe life is like that (the parabola of a ball) staring at a man the writer is about to kill and musing about his mother. http://www.poetrybyheart.org.uk/poems/how-to-kill/
Elvis's last song [3] can he hold the note, for long enough time?
Jesus, a man who deliberately lived as predicted to fulfil the prediction.
Mirae e (to the future) Kiroro [4] That which is immediately in front of you, including self person view (loot at where you are planting your feet), is the future. ==== If we become one with that which abides with us, we can see our mirror as the future (and perhaps the past too)
Similarly Yuko Harada's "Family Sounds" [5] about eating and cooking with someone who abides, becomes the light which shines the future. 寄り添えますあなたとともに 未来を照らす光となれ Together with you who abides with me, Become the light that shines the future. ==== If we become one with that which abides with us, we can see our mirror as the future (and perhaps the past too)
The way in which lovers predict the demise of lovers who live in the past in the Anime "Your Name" (君の名は）, and the films "Il Mare" (2000), and "The Lake House" (2008). According to Freud, and Derrida, we live doing auto affection with a lover just out of synch.
The speed race of Derrida's Apocalypse, may be referring to the the way in which perhaps we are attempting (like Elvis?!) to catch up with ourselves. https://www.uni-giessen.de/faculties/gcsc/media/workshop-feminism-technology-derrida#
Edmund Leech's "Time and False Noses" features role swapping between male and female and gives rise to time. http://hiebertglobalcenter.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Reading-8-Two-Essays-Concerning-the-Symbolic-Representation-of-Time.pdf# Leech ends by mentioning Good King Wenceslas, a carol in which oa page retraces the stipes of a king in the snow. If we as narrated, are not deciding but simply following that which has been decided, then it is better that we do so.
Freud (similarly?) claims that the fact that we are writing ourselves messages, and rubbing them out, between two roles gives rise to our sense of time. http://cscs.res.in/courses_folder/dataarchive/textfiles/textfile.2011-12-30.8604273949/file#
"catching up with oneself" reminds me of the movements in sex and masturbation - and "auto-affection"
Several schizophrenics feel that time may be an illusion. One of them also felt that something akin to the St. Vincent video where there is a woman watching a screen of static.
Similarly, David Bowie's mythology (?!) sometimes involves someone watching a movie (The Prettiest Star [6], Life on Mars [7]) and the lyrics to The Man who Sold the World suggests we are already dead, as do the movies in the past of the prettiest star. The girl with the mousey hair is "hooked to the silver screen" which is a good description of someone close.
The American beauty theme of a sort of video that can stopped and spread out, is found in Japanese judgement day mythology wherein one meets a guy (King Enma) with a mirror in which ones whole life is recorded like a sort of DVD. Our tongues are ripped out. Is my life simultaneously my death and judgement?
Kyles Death in "The Worlds Greatest Dad" [8] by Bobcat Goldthwait involves a suicide watching ones father's woman while masturbating, and then being kept alive by the narration of the father (WG dad - Robin Williams). The death scene background music is Akron/Family's "Don't be afraid, You are already dead"
Willow Creak also by Bobcat Goldthwait is about trying to find Big Foot (hmm), and eventually being pulled backwards very quickly. Bobcat's other work, the world's greatest dad make me think he has seen things. I worry that my death is going to be a pull back like the end of Willow Creak - I am already dead, perhaps. Big foot is going to pull me back to my past.
The GOldthewait thing may be an utter irrelevance but...maybe not.
The Past in Gatsby "I wouldn’t ask too much of her," I ventured. "You can’t repeat the past." "Can’t repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!" He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand. "I’m going to fix everything just the way it was before," he said, nodding determinedly. "She’ll see."
And as I sat there, brooding on the old unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night. Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.... And one fine morning — So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Gatsby was a Platonist ningen 人言 The truth was that Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God — a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that — and he must be about His Father’s business, the service of a vast, vulgar, and meretricious beauty. So he invented just the sort of Jay Gatsby that a seventeen year old boy would be likely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end.
