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Aspects of Writing: Writing the Impetus. The Self-Reflexive.
The Self-Reflexive. Impetus.
The urgency, that is, the urging I feel in setting forth to compose, is dismantling.
In other words, the forcings that encroach, impinge and unleash within me when I’m ‘of a mind’ (experiencing the intention of) ‘to create’ is one of destruction, a defensive attack.
I am thus synonymed by sculptor, woodcarver, archaeologist.
One wants to undo the stories before they reach the page.
In order to find, discover, the figure of them, a more lasting (perhaps) form or shape.
To strip them of their ‘qualities’ or ‘style.’ Their manipulations. Creation as a straining of the weak, the falsifiable…a process in survival of the fittest, the more “true”(?) or apt.
Chiseling personal explanations and perspectival descriptions down to possibilities. Unraveling myths toward oracles. Discounting proofs into theories.
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The impetus of writing evokes the motivation of doubt, the landscape is struggle.
“To be inspired” might mean to be activated by an experience accurately called “perfink” (David Krech), or, “perceiving, feeling and thinking at once” (Jerome Bruner).
Regurgitant feeling: investigation, analysis, interpretation – meanings attacking meanings, in hopes. In hopes that a perfink of “meaning” (a satiation of anxiety, terror, doubt) might prove indestructible – as a possibility.
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The narrative, then (the verbal expression of a perfink), is a traffic jam of conventions, presuppositions, reality-views and solipsistic Gnosticism forged within the forging self; writing – as apparatus, activity, function – reflexes: brings self-world to bear on self-worlds in attempts to deconstruct automatic (as it were) constructions of perceiving/feeling/thinking – fighting, clawing, tearing against it with the information and energy of shared resources: language, “knowledge,” the usable past.
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Clashings of systems, perfinking perfinks, violent internal skirmishes and acts of terror(ism) – a doing that attempts the undoings of doings – an otherwise endlessly insular, of unverifiable and infinite traces, activity known as self-reflexive –
– producing stalemates of exhaustion, individual paucities of supply and reinforcement, ourobourosian –
offering only extrinsic chances for momentary cease-fires – the artifact, figure, form of the battlefield, photographed in process and thus submitted – to critics, to readers, to colleagues, to shadows (i.e. to genuine Others) that it might become real (exist in relation, to be directly experienced), corroborated or dismissed by equally limited and idiosyncratic perfinking, outside – both in the world, and of it.
“the contest any artist has with his or her art: working toward a perception that is his or her mind’s peace.”
-Louis Zukofsky-
“the mind carries an austere
inwardness that will not put out its eyes”
-Laurie Sheck-
“Writing is a lonely business’ is both a dull myth and a material fact of the profession, one I happen to be temperamentally suited to endure but which doesn’t gratify my sense of what it’s for.”
-Jonathan Lethem-
-Robert Creeley-
Writing: Resonance and Quotation
Resonance: Reverberations: The Nature of Quotation
“Awake O sleeper!…”
(Ephesians 5)
“…life is but a dream”
(children’s rhyme)
“The Tao that can be spoken…”
(Tao te Ching)
“From the way I say your name I always know…”
(???)
“In the beginning was the Word…”
(John 1)
“To be or not to be”
(Hamlet)
“Try again. Fail again. Try again. Fail better.”
(Sam Beckett)
“I went to the word to make it my gesture. I went, and I am going”
(Edmond Jabes)
Color stained into fabric woven into rug. Of a piece, as they say, indistinguishable from the object itself. So the words flow into us, saturate and stain us, are absorbed and resurface as we ourselves. Like echoes in the cranium, or instinctual responses of the body. Resonant reverberations.
“And so it was…” (A.A. Milne?)
“Once upon a time..” “In the beginning…”
Countless appearances, an abyss of sources, the word lives on.
Who first used “love” or “light”? “To be” or “not”? “Hello,” “yes,” “a”?
Our life is quotation, interpretation, paraphrase.
We shelter in a common blanket.
We’re covered with a shared snow.
We drink of one great water.
Languages one to another, stained and woven rug.
N Filbert 2012

