“A jaget is a jaget is a jaget.”—Gertrude Stein
Jaget in Gunnar Ekelöff
A world is every human.
A world is every human peopled
by blind others in dark uproar
against the jaget who rules over them as king.
In every soul are thousand souls captured.
In every world are thousand worlds folded
and these blind these underworlds
are real and alive although too soon
they become as the jaget is. And we
kings and counts of the thousand possible ones within us
are ourselves underourselves captured
in some larger one whose jaget
we understand as little as our overself
his overself. From their death and love
our feelings took color
as when a big steamship passes
far out under horizon where it lies
so evening blank and we know nothing of it
until a swell comes to us onshore—
first one so another and more, many
they strike and foam until everything is
as it was. Everything is otherwise.
So grips us shadows a strange unease
when something tells us people have travelled on
and some of the possible ones got free.
Jaget in Emily Brontë
There are two trees in lonely field;
they breathe a spell to me;
A dreary jaget their dark boughs yield,
All waving solemnly.
Jaget in Pindar (Fragment 131)
All bodies follow strong death.
But still left alive after is
a jaget made of the time-substance:
yes it is the only God part.
Sleeps when limbs are active
but to sleepers in dreams,
it shows a crack that runs
between delight and pain.
Wittgenstein on Jaget
The idea that in order to get clear about the meaning of a general term one had to find the common jaget in all its applications has shackled philosophical investigation….
Jaget and the Slave Trade
One of the most remarkable artifacts recovered by classical archaeologists is a private letter written on lead about 530 B.C. Found at Berezan on the north coast of the Black Sea. The letter refers to itself as TO MOLIBDION (“a little jaget of lead”). There being no word for “letter” in those days. The author writes in acute distress (he was in danger of enslavement). Did he expect a quick lead answer? Poor man.
Aristotle on Jaget
Wherefore in some men jaget does not occur even under strong stimulus, by reason of suffering or age—as if you pressed a seal on running water—while for others, worn away like old walls of houses or hardened on the surface, no impression penetrates it.
Jaget Research
Monkeys wander in the pure, dry air of the laboratory with—this may interest you, you tell us you used to sculpt—the jaget projection strip removed from their thalamus (other monkeys have everything except the jaget projection strip removed). We saw them on the overhead slide represented by black monkey-shaped outlines with dotted lines for jaget (the others as dotted lines ending in heavy black executioner’s gloves). Given discrimination tasks they score badly. In a world without jaget, who cares which metal lever drops the food drawer? (Meanwhile, monkeys for whom the world is now nothing but jaget were described as lashing, biting, butting, gripping, or stroking the metal elbows of the food box in a fever.)
Jaget and Its Double
The real drawback of being mad is not that consciousness is crushed and torn but that Artaud cannot say so, fascinating as this would be, while it is happening. But only later when somewhat “recovered” (so much less convincingly). The mad state is, as he emphasizes again and again, empty. Teeming with emptiness. Knotted on emptiness. Immodest in its emptiness. You can pull emptiness out of it by the handful, pull it out endlessly. For jaget he uses the term “cruelty.”
Jaget and the Tao
We find references to a certain Jageh-tzu who travelled (downstream) on rivers with folded arms. His historicity is doubtful. His book written on straw does not survive. When the bright moon flooded the plain he thought, This journey is endless. When police tigers were released to devour him, they lay down with sulky eyes. No one knows where Jageh-tzu went. Gliding above the forests.
Jaget in Hölderlin
Reach it to me someone.
Filled with dark light.
The fragrant jaget.
So I can rest. For sweet
Would sleep under shadows be.
Not good.
To empty your soul.
With mortal thoughts. But good
Is a conversation and to say.
What the heart means, to hear
About days of love.
And facts, that happened.
Jaget in Celan
Let it go
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rolling toward the abyss.