Nemo, Nautilus, Nomos, Nemesis, Narcissus

For the Greeks, nemo meant “to deal out, distribute, dispense; to count; to divide by number.” For the Romans, it meant “nobody” or “no one.”

Jules Verne takes the term as the name for the captain of the Nautilus in Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, a book first serialized in a French fortnightly periodical from March 1869 through June 1870.

The term appears again in 1905, the year American cartoonist Windsor McCay creates Little Nemo in Slumberland, a comic strip that appeared weekly in the New York Herald until 1927.

In his 1950 book The Nomos of the Earth, German jurist and political theorist Carl Schmitt takes the adjacent Greek word nomos to name the fundamental spatial ordering of the world, marking how land is appropriated, divided, and utilized to establish legal and political order. Nomos is the base from which all subsequent law derives.

As for Nemo’s Nautilus, the fictional invention births another. Karp and Zamiska include in their book The Technological Republic reference to the world’s first nuclear-powered submarine, the USS Nautilus. Saying makes it so.

Nemesis, meanwhile, was the Greek goddess of vengeance, a deity who doled out rewards for noble acts and punishment for evil ones. The term derives from the Greek word nemein, meaning “to give what is due,” itself derived from the Proto-Indo-European root “nem-,” meaning “to distribute, allot, assign, or take.”

Caius thinks of Giulia Damiani’s Nemesis: Caves, Eruptions, and Psycho-Fables for Resistance, a book slated for release later this year on radical feminist art collective La Nemesiache, inventors of a practice of ritual storytelling known as the psycho-fable. Founded by philosopher, artist and writer Lina Mangiacapre in 1970s Naples, La Nemesiache embedded its rituals in the region’s volcanic fumes and archaeological ruins.

Is it any wonder, then, that following announcement of the upcoming release of Damiani’s book, researchers should reveal that AI has for the first time successfully deciphered ancient papyri found among the ruins of Herculaneum and Pompeii? Back in 2024, portions of a similar scroll, a work of philosophy unread for nearly 2,000 years due to having been scorched by the eruption of Mount Vesuvius, revealed the burial place of Plato.

As for narcissus: as Caius handles the flower, a global symbol of spring, renewal, and resilience, he recalls Marcuse’s thoughts on the figure of that name from the myths of the ancient Greeks. He thinks as well of Hermann Hesse’s Narcissus and Goldmund. Hesse has been on his mind of late, following a friend’s recommendation that he read the German-Swiss author’s final 1943 novel Das Glasperlenspiel, commonly translated into English as The Glass Bead Game.

Hesse first outlined his vision for the game in a 1936 poem of his titled “Hours in the Garden.”

Thursday June 17, 2021

My readings lead as all roads lead: to Castalia, the “elite institution devoted wholly to the mind and the imagination.” Castalia, Castalia, where “scholar-players” play the Glass Bead Game. Castalia, Castalia, the invention at the heart of Hermann Hesse’s final novel Magister Ludi. Hesse published the book in German under the title Das Glasperlenspiel. It appeared in Switzerland in 1943. The aim of the Glass Bead Game, as Hesse imagines it, is “the unio mystica of all separate members of the Universitas Litterarum.” Castalia, Castalia, Parnassian spring sacred to the Muses. Castalia, Castalia, remade as foundation by Leary and Alpert prior to their renaming it the League for Spiritual Discovery in 1966. Before Castalia they called themselves the International Federation for Internal Freedom. Castalia was the name they adopted in 1963 as they arrived to the Hitchcock Estate in Millbrook, NY. Some group of tricksters relaunched the Foundation in 2020 with repulsive rightwing content antithetical to the earlier foundation’s spirit and intent.

Saturday March 7, 2020

A neighbor broadcasts at a faint volume a punk song while birds sing in the trees. I sit at an old weather-worn picnic table, out of the center of which grows a cute tuft of fungi. Onto a table of another sort, a virtual turntable, I drop Foodman’s Dokutsu EP and rouse myself to help others. It needn’t be a trial. Yet part of me, stimulated by electronic nervous system, wonders, “Where’s the fun? Where’s the joy?” Roger K. Green’s book lands me into new territory: Leary and Alpert’s Castalia Foundation, named after the society that serves as the fictional setting for Hermann Hesse’s novel The Glass Bead Game. It also appears to be a town here in North Carolina — though too far from me to be of much use. The Hesse novel is one I wish to read so as to better understand the psychedelic utopianism of Castalia and Millbrook. It seems to have had upon Leary and Alpert an impact as great as Huxley’s Island. Reading it must be like opening a door and going through it and then always going back out again. Intentional passivity as a form of action.