Sans Terre: Fjords & Fnords
In a little house that lies between Mt. Fløien and the North Sea, I, like the Norwegian newspaper in my hands, find myself contextualized by my surroundings. And similar to the slightly audible, yet entirely invisible auropoiesis that compose the Fjords, the vitality and in-itself-ness of the paper’s fnords gust against my mind’s sails at once filling them and leading me towards the horizon. But as the impossibility of floating “adrift” in this oceanic field of consciousness transforms “time” into polytely, so too do the sonic vibrations [music, speech, the sounds of the ocean and fjords, the "ding" of the microwave, the silence of a fnord] incriminate themselves before an interrogation can begin. The old Frenchman said, “I think therefore I am” but to think in order to be mistakes thinking for being and being for anthropocentric polemics. Fnords are not thought and I have never not been a part of the fjord. This Sans Terre will express this point via (your supposed) monolinguality and Lars Vaular. Like Datarock and Sondre Lerche, Vaular arose from the Bergen (Norway) music scene. His song Solbriller På has been a local favorite for a while. But for all of the song’s popularity it is unknown to those of us outside its influence. Listening to it here breaches this sphere of influence, turning not an unknown to a known, or a unknown to an unknown, but a known to a known and sometimes and unfortunately to an known-known unknown-unknown. The unknown-unknown predicate of the known-known conception of the song mirrors back the precarious relation between thinking and being, which ultimately, and irrefutably illuminates the relation between fjords and fnords.
