To all we hope will come…
and all we do not know…
“Language is always focaled…
…it must be so since a word is a gigantic system of situation-changes
and other words”
-Eugene Gendlin-
Tag: Life
Please Stand By. Restructuring. Thank You
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEq-Y8-vZF4
Thank you. And I mean that.
The years of blogging, developing manoftheword/The Whole Hurly Burly have been life-changing. Blogging has enabled me to learn to share my work, to discover what resonates in my work with whom and what sorts of interests. Blogging has given me courage, most definitely helped me discover my voice, and linked me to an amazing community of creators and thinkers. In that way it has given me hope.
I appreciate everyone who has visited (or will visit) these pages, who has taken the time to interact, comment, critique, challenge and question my process, my content, my style.
It has been a significant mode of expression in which I have felt that I mattered, have been heard, seen, can contribute something to a large and complex world.
I am unsure of my intentions with a caesura, apart from feeling profoundly that the time and energy I put toward this is needed in other areas of my life right now. The Whole Hurly Burly of life has its ways and effects.
As in brief breaks before (beginning grad school again, starting a business with spouse, children home for summer and the like) – should something worthy come forth I will share it, but for a time will be unable to consistently interact in this medium.
It has been a great pleasure – both “followers” (I hope not!) and those I “follow” – to become acquainted with your works, your gifts and talents, your ideas and artefacts – and truly – to have been offered a context that feels safe for experimencting mine. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.
I cannot predict the time I will need for this restructuring, but I can assure you this experience and network and relation has been profound and meaningful in my life.
Here’s to WordPress
and to all of YOU who make it worth pressing.
TO LIFE!
Nathan W Filbert
Identities taking form…such brief individuations
Instigating a “family-tree” of sorts betwixt what I will call thinkers of relational ontology, I am providing another text to explore – this one from Erin Manning – the introduction from her book Relationscapes: Movement, Art, Philosophy.
You can see the heritage (or ontogeny) is vast – to trace it more completely investigate The Four Ages of Understanding by John Deely, A Thousand Plateaus by Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari, or The Primacy of Semiosis by Paul Bains (among others). Bakhtin, Whitehead, William James, Nietzsche and others give testimony to this sense of the entanglement and fluidity of being, the emergence and always co- or inter- of existing. The “relational nexus of experience,” as Manning has it here. The incipient potential of each pre-moment and then following “instant,” the elasticity of the almost, the threshold ALWAYS of expression-in-the-making and all of its co-constituents from throughout time and space and anything else we have segregated arbitrarily. Without further ado – What Moves as a Body Returns as a Movement of Thought, Events of Relation – Concepts in the Making by Erin Manning:
feel free to click image or title to read – (it’s a much shorter text than the last) – but no less engaging, creative, and provocative…
The fluid character of the life process
Alright – I know that if you’re scrolling through a blogroll you aren’t looking to read intently, carefully and thoroughly some theoretical finely-tuned creative innovative rendition of what it is to “be alive.” Beyond that, I’ve posted this before.
Here’s the thing. Over a couple of years of this blog-o-sphere bus(y)ness, I’ve been happy to have network/meshworked into some pretty intriguing and instigative minds here. And a few of these things that spur me – well, I get compelled again and again (as I reread them again and again) to share them – with the compulsion murmuring – “this is going to feel like home, elation and release” to these mind-persons.
So, I offer Tim Ingold’s “Bringing Things to Life: Creative Entanglements in a World of Materials” once again – hoping that those of you (you’ll know who you are when you start into it – you’ll have a difficult time stopping) who accord with this sort of thing will take the time (when you’re able), NO, that you’ll MAKE some time, a nourishing opening – to pore through this one and respond or reverberate with it…
Tim Ingold – click image for article fulfillment
FYI in addition:
Tim Ingold: To Learn is to Improvise
I trust you’ll be delighted
Found Object/Subject: Self-Portrait
Inundated in end-of-semester bewilderment and projects….I riffle through book stacks and this catches my eye again…
and I quickly recognize myself in the mirror:
Self-Portrait of Mind – July 2013
The big TOE
I have been fascinated by and greatly enjoying the discussions and promulgations of some very astute bloggers considerations of the possibilities of and potential candidates for a “Theory of Everything.” See, for prime examples, the tremendous thought-work of MultiSense Realism and Anacephalaeosis. Hoping to further conversation, I humbly post a couple of intriguing considerations of TOEs by two others of my thinking-hero-eschelon… and hope for responses from those above-mentioned and anyone else with thoughts on the matter (or process, as it may be)…!
From the Concept of System to the Paradigm of Complexity – Edgar Morin
and
Do We Know How to Read Messages in the Sand? – Isabelle Stengers
Other Writing Wisdom
“Writing is a question of becoming, always incomplete, always in the midst of being formed, and goes beyond the matter of any livable or lived experience.
It is a process, that is, a passage of Life that traverses both the livable and the lived.
Writing is inseparable from becoming.”
-Gilles Deleuze-
from article Literature & Life (read full here)
Birthday Wishes!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY INCREDIBLE SPOUSE
AND HER TWIN!
To my dearest and most beloved : Holly Suzanne – I confess, profess, announce, sing, display, proclaim that my life is altered, changed, extended, enhanced, enriched and “reciprocally molded” by yours! Thank you! I love you! Words really do not do justice to what I yearn to express in this matter. So – Happy Birthday!
And what joy to have your lifelong twin, your originary “reciprocal molder” with us on this day! Happy Birthday (of course!) to you too – Heidi! Thank you so much for journeying to be with us in Kansas this year – and to both of you for allowing the nation to celebrate your wonderful existences with such pomp and blast!
Twinning. It boggles my mind to consider an Other with whom all one’s existing moments have been shared in some genetic and psycho-somatic physio-biological manner. We all arise from “families of origin” – known or unknown. Sets of DNA/RNA, environments, contexts, socio-political realities all conjoin to formulate and tweak, morph and develop us along our passing journeys of existence. With that come difficulties and joys. Traumas and opportunities. Constraints and affordances. Over decades so much of our environment embeds in us it can be hard to discover/uncover/observe/revise the functions and effects of it all. But this is also a great freedom we have. The difficult work of digging and awareness, discovery and revision – “unworking” patterns and pains, “automatic” responses and flinches to the world that have been threaded into us from our own “time immemorials.”
Not having composed this song, all the words surely don’t belong – but the tone, and sister-sentiment – “the story goes…” – and the urging to excise and unpack the “demons,” afflictions, griefs, traumas and so forth – that you two have shared from fertilization and beyond – is my wish for you – together and individually (is that possible with twinning?) …
HERE’S TO YOUR LIVES!!!
how glad I am that they entwine with mine!
Experience, anyway. diverted toward Empty, the space of life.
Experience, anyway.
(click above if you missed the start)
2 pages in…the new fiction meets a message….
Empty, the space of life
“My relation to others is staggered all the way to the infinite;
from the bottom up, never horizontally, the distance from here to there…
…What you call ‘distance’ is but the time of breathing in, of breathing out.
All the oxygen man needs is in his lungs.
Empty, the space of life.”
-Edmond Jabes, from A Foreigner Carrying in the Crook of His Arm a Tiny Book–
perhaps a title change, but certainly a deepening of the layers…
anyway, Experience, anyway. goes on into the encounters…
All my Words are Silent 