In the foundations of color, vision sees the
Universe; in the foundations of the Universe, it
sees man; in the foundations of man, it sees
The Earth, the World, the Universe have to do
with man: the Earth a little, the World a lot, the
Universe passionately. The Universe is the inner
passion for the Remote.
Man works the Earth, lives in the World, thinks
according to the Universe.
The Earth is man’s ground, the World his
neighbor, the Universe his secret.
The Earth is the strait through which passes the
light of the World; it is the tongue made of sand
and water upon which, standing, man strides
against the World.
The World is everything too vast and too narrow
for the Earth, and again too narrow for the
Man gropes around the World and the World
floats in the Universe unable to touch its borders.
I've been reading a lot of the philosopher Simon Critchley lately and via him stumbled across Eugene Thacker and his marvellous book, In the Dust of this Planet: The Horrors of Philosophy, which, in my mind, is a must-read (not least for any fan of HBO's True Detective-it was a foundational text for the writer of the series).
Last year Thacker and some others hosted an event at Recess Arts in NYC-a four night exploration of laruelle's four-stanza poem, Du Noir Univers (dark nights of the universe). Here is one of the audio recordings of the sessions--really worth sitting down and giving the rest of them a listen.