“Anything you can write is already somehow immanent in the language, a baffling fact that has various ways of affecting those who discern it…For if we both of us, reader and writer, command our common language – and if not, why go on? – then we both know, potentially, whatever it can say, and shall neither of us gain anything if I raise my voice…Let us agree to pay attention, then, to some sequences of words which I shall now set down, with my usual respect (which you share)…uses of words which entail ways of being used by words”
-Hugh Kenner, from the foreword to Prepositions, and applicable to both)!
Thank you Wichita Public Library! Thank you Inter-Library Loan!
I’m back from my five minute, coffee-laden, brain-reprieve.
Thanks to Lotus Ohms for awarding me this badge/honor/advice?
It is an honor to be read, thought of, and chosen.
Award works like this:
Upon receipt of this award, you are to take a mental vacation for 5 minutes. (Gaze off into space, look out of the window, have yourself a wonderful daydream….)
When you have returned from you daydream, you are required to take another one tomorrow.
Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
Award this to 3 other people. You can only pass this award on to three (3) people.
And me own nominees for this self-loving reprieve include:
the Self Appointed Life Counselor at http://unwantedadvice.wordpress.com/
lots of thought and reading go into these blogs
(philosophizing can always use some aimless gazing for fuel)
some hefty poetry-writing happening there
You guys take five and refuel…dive in…do it again…dive in.
Thanks for working!
We have to hold still. To take care. To look at each other. To remember what we’ve never quite understood: the value of one another. Which we’ve never really comprehended, nor, finally, are we quite able to.
I suggest the exercise: Pretend-Everything-Depends-On-It, that is, on The Other, i.e. even within yourself. See how far it goes, if it chances to keep you alive, or defends the rights of another, imaginary or not.
Luckily, the always perhaps. Perhaps, to a point. To the point – what is possible – tell me who might be the one deciding that? (or the many?). I’m listening. This is where God lies. The possible. Irreducible without end, fortunately. And how.
Go on then, practice, live, throw yourself into it – see what becomes. At least you will. Forget about it! There’s always until. What has that to do with us? Very little, finally, it’s something we will never experience, we cannot process or reflect upon. So get to it now, then. That’s all I’m saying. Pretend, provoke, prevent and process. There’s nothing to it.
Defend the other with your life.