A providential addendum!
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A providential addendum!
Category: Writing
Água Viva – Clarice Lispector and reading the invisable text. (Book Review)
Lispector…
The journey one takes toward Clarice Lispector has a great deal to do with the way she is read. I came to her through Helene Cixous, and therefore she (CL) has become inseparable from me, as I experiment with my reading of her, paying almost as much attention to my internal carry-on-chorus that wobbles along side my conscious movement from word to word in the linear structure. Clarice Lispector exists for me outside the text, using the context defined “inner world” to stretch out and beyond into the borderless “outer world”. It is her ability to create this (anti)structure that separates her work from “stream of consciousness” or circular topic based narratives. I read a lot of experimental fiction that tires to appear deliberate when marrying avant-garde techniques such as experiments with grammar, reflexive thinking/acting and searching for the space between the words, but hers is the only writing I…
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The Gifted
a pretty obvious take, but in the midst of a nearly impossible week,
it’s what i could do…Friday Fictioneers 6-14-2013
The obvious one. Anyone could tell. The way he bobbed his head in traffic or nodded slowly in the wind, syncopating steps with the train rails’ click-clack, fingers never still at the table – proverbially whistling as he worked. Even his breath had a cadence – nary emitting verbal lines without their shaping tones. Foot bevel harmonizing crossed-legged knee bounce – friends said “he always had it in him.” Phrasing his rises and his falls. Ears ever plugged wide open – he tasted and he touched, he heard, saw and smelled the world as sound. He really was into music.
The Human in Humans (accd’g to Edgar Morin)
“Man fulfills himself as a thoroughly human being only in and by culture. There is no culture in the human brain (biological apparatus able to act, perceive, know, learn), but there is no mind, no spirit, no capacity for consciousness and thought, without culture. The human mind is an emergence, created and affirmed in the brain/culture relationship. Once the mind has emerged it intervenes in cerebral function and retroacts with it. This gives us interdependent and indispensable triads:
brain – mind – culture loop
reason – emotion – impulse loop
individual – society – species loop”
–Edgar Morin, Seven Complex Lessons in Education for the Future–
Lecture Notes
textual response to Friday Fictioneers Prompt – June 7, 2013
Lost Notes of a Professor
Lecturing on identity. Include concepts of time, space, agency, chaos, complexity, iteration, reiteration and in relation to. Keep in mind change. Also recursion. The fractal figurations of memory. Sciencing as an attempt to pin it down. Take a photo. Write a story. To each their own. Assignment: construct an account of identity. Include: measurements, observations, evaluations, inferences and evidence. Question: How did you come to this? Lesson: assemblage, spiral, adaptation, context, situation, complexity. Perhaps a discursion on open complex and dynamic systems. Investigate co-constitution. Temporaneity. Wish-fulfillment. Strange attractors.
N Filbert 2013
Significant?
Toying with significance, practicing writing by hand.
Cause of which: online graduate school (hybrid) perhaps. Blackboard (not a blackboard + a hand moving chalk), wikis, MS Word, blogosphere…
Writing is a different word than typing (“keyboarding,” “texting,” “thumbing,” “fingering?”)
Handwriting – is there another?
Writings is different from typing.
not only pacing.
Significance
“People exist
to attach importance”
Exercise.
Once I had the most beautiful pen-man-ship. Admired, envied, revered.
My hand now working by jolts and shirts (“stammering”)
Wife says I jerk in the night, in my sleep. As if the wires were hot and crossed. “Traumatic,” she says.
Like my father.
Who has elegant penmanship – consistent, beautiful, and flowing.
What I aspired to.
And achieved.
Now interruptive. Herky. Stuttering. Multi-controlled. Cross-wired.
Muscles, nerves, vision, brain + its fabricating memory and prediction: out of sync.
I exercise a few moments in which I don’t feel particularly pressured and am thinking about significance.
“I listened with great interest and desire to have it be of no significance.
But you know how it goes. Significance abounded.”
Now my thoughts arrive sturdier through a machine. Body – extension – return. The pen was extension. The ink. Dependent on the body. Embodied, enminded. Transductive.
“‘transductive’ (a relationship whose elements are constituted such that one cannot exist without the other – where the elements are co-constituents)”
Tools. Media.
Humanity — technology.
Me : keyboard : thought : language.
Me : pen/paper : thought : language.
Transductive. Co-constituent. Interdependent.
Significant?
Dreaming of – imagining – my recovered penmanship.
Therefore, exercise.
Communication.
Transductive.
“It’s incredible that a sentence is ever understood. Mere sounds strung together by some agent attempting to mean some thing, but the meaning need not and does not confine itself to that intention. Those sounds, strung as they are in their peculiar and particular order, never change, but do nothing but change. Even if grammatical recognitions are crude, meaning is present. Even if the words are utterly confusing, there is meaning. Even if the semantic relationships are only general or categorical. Even if the language is unknown. Meaning is internal, external, orbital, but still there is no such thing as propositional content. Language never really effaces its own presence, but creates the illusion that it does in cases where meaning presumes a first priority.”
(Percival Everett)
“A metaphor cannot be paraphrased”
Window Dressing
for Friday Fictioneers, May 31, 2013
You, in your bluish hue – nostalgic and hopeful – ever inhabiting a kind of aether, neither here nor there, but possible – like heavens, like waters – deep, open, beyond. A different form of presence, not with, but altogether. Perhaps. Whereas I, in fleshy, earthbound, soiling tones – dressed to catch the eye – hang myself into the world of shapes and edges, angles and points – risking extravagant extension rather than mirroring sea and sky. Butting bodies – yours forgiving and surrounding, just shy of the resistance for friction – mine stolid and secure, and flagging its pronouncement.
N Filbert 2013
Who Controls The World
This is SO what I try talking about – so clearly represented! Cheers Edgar Morin, Bruno Latour, Humberto Maturana, Paul Thibault, Jay Lemke, et. al…. thoughts?
Stammering Great Literature
“Great literature is written in a sort of foreign language. To each sentence we attach a meaning, or at any rate a mental image, which is often a mistranslation. But in great literature all our mistranslations result in beauty”
“Having a bag into which I put everything I encounter, provided that I am also put in a bag. Finding, encountering, stealing instead of regulating, recognizing and judging…It is an assemblage, an assemblage of enunciation. A style is managing to stammer in one’s own language. It is difficult, because there has to be a need for such stammering. Not being a stammerer in one’s speech, but being a stammerer of language itself…writing does not have its end in itself precisely because life is not something personal. The only aim of writing is life, through the combinations which it draws…and there is no method for finding other than a long preparation…”
-Gilles Deleuze-
All my Words are Silent 