disenchantment of the world

on the may 15th fansign, mental health, darkness, and hope

on May 15, 2015, during 화양연화 Pt. 1 I went to BTS’ fansign at Sinchon and had a conversation with Namjoon that I, at the time, chose not to reveal for personal reasons. at that time, because of that decision, there were a lot of people who criticized me—people accused me of saying something mean to him, accused me of hiding some secret relationship between us, called me a slut, etc. I didn’t say anything about it at the time because it seemed pointless, but now that 화양연화 has come to an end for real, and following the release of YOU NEVER WALK ALONE—plus, the upcoming 2 year anniversary of this extremely fateful conversation (lol)—I have decided to write about it, if only to explain a little of why I feel such a connection to the concept and so people will understand why I kept it private for so long.

I just want to go ahead and give people some warning: it’s not only a post about BTS. it’s a post about my life, and it contains a lot of sensitive material, like self-harm, suicidal ideation, and drug use. please bear that in mind if you decide to read it, I don’t want anyone to be upset by that content.

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anonymous asked:

Sea, I was listening to Pink Floyd tonight (as one does), and I hadn't listened to the Wish You Were Here album since before HS1 came out. I was listening to the title track, and I was stuck by some of the lyrical similarities between "Wish You Were Here" and "Two Ghosts". I know Harry's a huge fan of PF, so I can't imagine with his knowledge of this band that this is a coincidence. The lyrics that struck me "We're just two lost souls, Swimming in a fish bowl" with (Part 1)

Con’t: “We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty". So structurally similar! Then “How I wish/ how I wish you were here” with “We’re not who we used to be/ We’re not who we used to be”. I will also mention the references to Blue & Green in “Wish You Were Here” and the subject matter of that song: “And did you exchange/ A walk on part in the war/ For a lead role in a cage?” “Year after year/ Running over the same old ground”. Wondering your opinion? (Part 2 of 2)// Pink Floyd anon again here! And how could I forget! In “Wish You Were Here” there’s a reference to ghosts - “Did they get you to trade/ Your heroes for ghosts”

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“The more the world is emptied of an objective meaning and the more it becomes thoroughly absorbed by our own categories and thus becomes our world, then the more we find meaning eradicated from the world; and the more we find ourselves immersed in something like a cosmic night— to express it in a modern way. The demystifiation (Entmagisierung) or disenchantment of the world - to use an expression borrowed from Max Weber - is identical with a consciousness of being barred out, of a darkness in which we all move”

Theodore Adorno , Kants Kritik der reinen Vernunft, 1959

Lightning skinned, stardust covered,
She twirls in orbit,
Soaking in the universe
With curious eyes, capturing
All that is eternity.
       
A star fades; a child is born,
She plummets to earth.
Reassembled to a whole,
Her eyes perceive only light,
Her heart feels only the love.
         
Young girl, caught in life’s questions;
Struggling in matter.
Resisting disenchantment
In a world, cold and heartless.
Slowly forgetting herself.
        
Young woman, all but jaded,
Finds a love, fated.
Locked in his gaze, she recalls
How she once twirled in orbit,
Capturing all that is love.
   
Lightning skinned, stardust covered,
She twirls in orbit,
Soaking in the universe
With curious eyes, capturing
All that is eternity.
—  Theory of you, by M.A. Tempels © 2016

After knowledge extinguished the last of the beautiful
fires our worship had failed to prolong, we walked
back home through pedestrian daylight, to a residence

humbler than the one left behind. A door without mystery,
a room without theme. For the hour that we spend
complacent at the window overlooking the garden,

we observe an arrangement in rust and gray-green,
a vagueness at the center whose slow, persistent
movements some sentence might explain if we had time

or strength for sentences. To admit that what falls
falls solitarily, lost in the permanent dusk of the particular.
That the mind that fear and disenchantment fatten

comes to boss the world around it, morbid as the damp-
fingered guest who rearranges the cheeses the minute the host
turns to fix her a cocktail. A disease of the will, the way

false birch branches arch and interlace from which
hands dangle last leaf-parchments and a very large array
of primitive bird-shapes. Their pasted feathers shake

in the aftermath of the nothing we will ever be content
to leave the way we found it. I love that about you.
I love that when I call you on the long drab days practicality

keeps one of us away from the other that I am calling
a person so beautiful to me that she has seen my awkwardness
on the actual sidewalk but she still answers anyway.

I say that when I fell you fell beside me and the concrete
refused to apologize. That a sparrow sat for a spell
on the windowsill today to communicate the new intelligence.

That the goal of objectivity depends upon one’s faith
in the accuracy of one’s perceptions, which is to say
a confidence in the purity of the perceiving instrument.

I won’t be dying after all, not now, but will go on living dizzily
hereafter in reality, half-deaf to reality, in the room
perfumed by the fire that our inextinguishable will begins.

—-

The New Intelligence

Timothy Donnelly

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Graphic - Oleg Buevskii

The disenchantment of the world deserves to be celebrated as an achievement of intellectual maturity, not bewailed as a debilitating impoverishment.
—  Ray Brassier, Nihil Unbound
The Ideal Lover
— 

The Art of Seduction

Most people have dreams in their youth that get shattered or worn down with age. They find themselves disappointed by people, events, reality, which cannot match their youthful ideals. Ideal Lovers thrive on people’s broken dreams, which become lifelong fantasies. You long for romance? Adventure? Lofty spiritual communion? The Ideal Lover reflects your fantasy. He or she is an artist in creating the illusion you require. In a world of disenchantment and baseness, there is limitless seductive power in following the path of the Ideal Lover.

What is romanticism? Often it is reduced to a nineteenthcentury
literary school, or to a traditionalist reaction against the
French Revolution—two propositions found in countless works by
eminent specialists in literary history and the history of political
thought. This is too simple a formulation. Rather, Romanticism
is a form of sensibility nourishing all fields of culture, a worldview
which extends from the second half of the eighteenth century to
today, a comet whose flaming “core” is revolt directed against
modern industrial civilization, in the name of some of the social
and cultural values of the past. Nostalgic for a lost paradise—real
or imaginary—Romanticism is in opposition to the melancholic
mood of despair, to the quantifying mind of the bourgeois universe,
to commercial reification, to the platitudes of utilitarianism,
and above all, to the disenchantment of the world.
—  Michael Löwy, Morning Star: Surrealism, Marxism, Anarchism, Situationism, Utopia
This is a modern fairytale: no happy ending, no wind in our sails.
— 

Selena Gomez, “The Heart Wants What It Wants”.

I think these lyrics perfectly describe our society and generation where it’s just so hard to be happy, and where there’s a strong disenchantment about ever finding happiness and serenity and love in this world. We’re just all stuck in there, as if we were overboard, and it feels like no one is going to save us.

The fate of our times is characterized by rationalization and intellectualization and, above all, by the ‘disenchantment of the world.’ Precisely the ultimate and most sublime values have retreated from public life either into the transcendental realm of mystic life or into the brotherliness of direct and personal human relations. It is not accidental that our greatest art is intimate and not monumental, nor is it accidental that today only within the smallest and intimate circles, in personal human situations, in pianissimo, that something is pulsating that corresponds to the prophetic pneuma, which in former times swept through the great communities like a firebrand, wielding them together.
—  Max Weber, “Science as a Vocation,” in From Max Weber: Essays in Sociology
Cynicism cannot save us. I know this first hand. Yes, it might offer us a temporary insulation from the pain of being alive. But the world that disenchantment offers us is closer to the grave than we might have thought. Dull and gray and tasteless – the tomb of the cynic is built while he is still alive.
—  Jon Foreman
The fate of our times is characterised by rationalisation and intellectualisation and, above all, by the disenchantment of the world. Precisely the ultimate and most sublime values have retreated from public life either into the transcendental realm of mystic life or into the brotherliness of direct and personal human relations. It is not accidental that our greatest art is intimate and not monumental.
—  Max Weber