Friday, July 3, 2009

On Occupying the Twilight

I've always thought that twilight is the best time of day. Mostly this is because twilight is not quite day, nor is it exactly night. Rather, it's that time when the sky displays its full resplendence--a veritable spectrum of all natural colors all at once, splayed across the sky.

In modern parlance we think of this as "the grey space". We are so fucking posh, aren't we: we resist the structuralist dichotomy--not white/black, on/off, hot/cold... rather, everything is, as it were, "grey," or "luke warm".

I am reminded of scripture at this moment. Of course, from Revelations--all that fire and brimstone, but still: "So because thou art lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will spew thee out of my mouth." (Rev. 3:16) It is ironic, in a sense, because both the Christians and the pomo homos get it wrong: it isn't about hot or cold, nor is it about "re-appropriating" the lukewarm.

Rather, it is about the twilight.

Nietzsche saw his, and our, time as that of "the twilight of the idols". A time, a his-story, when all could be seen and scrutinized, and thus destroyed. Only then could the midnight of culture occur. In his messianism he saw a dawn, and even a high-noon. Perhaps even old Nietzsche failed to see the twilight for all it could be(come).

Now is the time for all to be dared. The sun has not yet set, it still throws flames into the abyss of the night sky. It is the time of the artist, the poet, the prophet.

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