All Day Long I have Thought About the Sword of Damocles

I know the haunted house is out there in the dreaming.

And maybe it is true that somewhere in the haunted house, there is a sword, hidden.  I believe that sword is the sword of Damocles.  It is the one that Dionysius II hung over the head of Damocles, the poet.  After a long time training with the sword through the practice of Aikido,  and as I am aware of the inner sword or how to make the body into a sword, and since Aikido is derived in some sense from the art of taking the sword, it occurred to me that this story is all wrong.  It is an error in human history, it is a broken stitch in the Super Myth.  I have been aware that it is a broken idea for a long time, that Damocles should have moved without hesitation and taken the sword, and cut directly through the heart of the enemy–cut directly through the neck of Dionysius.

This is deconstruction.  This is the deconstruction of nuclear weapons.  This is the book that is the killing machine the novel that is Auschwitz that is the archive revealing it’s one key.  Kennedy, perhaps brilliantly, gave us the key in his famous speech.  The error was implicit in his speech.  It is a stich in thinking.  Do you see the stitch?

Threatened with a sword, you should not wilt–but instead one should take the sword.


The Haunted House

All through the nuclear era I have dreamt of the Haunted House.  It has appeared to me again and again.  It is a constant feature in my dreams.  I know it is the House I must enter and which contains, perhaps, what Derrida would have called the spectral–in this case, the spectral nuclear weapons.

Last night i dreamed I was in a house and I asked a guy who was with me if he wanted to go up this huge staircase and explore a wing of the house that he hadn’t been too in years.  He agreed.  So we trudged down long hallways and found a door that was dusty with a huge padlock.  Unlocking it with a skeleton key, it swung open.  Three being turned to look at us–three humans sitting at a table playing cards.  They were just sitting there in the forgotten wing of the house, playing a game.

I realize now the significance of it now–it was that they were playing a game of cards.  How very strange that it is so obvious to me now but I did not get that this morning.  The house was Castalia and the game that they were playing was a game of cards.


the haunted world of the nuclear era

Welcome to the haunted world of the nuclear era!

I’m sure I am the first person to welcome you here, into this world, into which you were most probably born.  Did you know that there were no nuclear weapons before the year 1945?  It’s true.  Maybe you didn’t know that, and that’s OK too.  You’re a beginner, and in a way, this is the ultimate place to develop Beginner’s Mind.