We wanted to believe in a silent writing. We wanted to believe in a reading that evoked no sounds, only images, so that the text could never be simply read out loud. To recite any text you would first have to form its ideas in your mind. Only then would you choose the words of the spoken language to represent the thought, just as one might recount a memory, or describe a passing scene. The signs on the page could not determine the sounds in the air. Between the poem and the performance there would always be a picture. There would be no reading without imagination.
Friday, August 30, 2024
Wednesday, August 28, 2024
Saturday, August 17, 2024
Wednesday, August 14, 2024
Thursday, August 08, 2024
Ergriffsschrift
Poetry is a sort inspired mathematics, which gives us equations, not for abstract figures, triangles, spheres, and the like, but equations for the human emotions. (E.P.)
Frege taught us that language has "functions":
Concept(object) = a true or false thought.
Likewise, perhaps
Emotion(subject) = a good or bad feeling?
Note that an object is a possible combination of things and a subject is the necessary isolation of a person. (Cf. Woolf on the loneliness that is the truth of things.)
Saturday, August 03, 2024
Friday, August 02, 2024
Thursday, August 01, 2024
Wednesday, July 31, 2024
Non supra grammaticos
Do not read poetry to learn about poets or even poetry, but to learn the language, to submit to the grammar of feeling, and do not read philosophy to learn about philosophy, nor, most certainly, to learn about philosophers, but, again, to learn the language, to serve the grammar of thought.
Saturday, July 27, 2024
Vice Versa?
Does one keep at it until it becomes a paragraph or
does the sheer
persistence of the prose
produce the poem?
Sunday, July 14, 2024
Tractatus Pathetico-Poeticus 1-1.21
1 History is all that befalls us. (History is everyone who is on my case.)
1.1 The elements of history are acts, not people.
1.11 History appropriates what happens, thereby making them our acts.
1.12 For the elemental act appropriates both what went down and who did it.
1.13 Acts in a time of pathos are history.
1.2 History gathers the acts.
1.21 Shit happens. Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.
Thursday, July 11, 2024
Wednesday, July 10, 2024
Monday, July 08, 2024
Pleasure, I have said, is to power,
as certainty to knowledge. But
perhaps it is not mere pleasure
that we seek; perhaps it is felicity.
To see the truth and be sure.
To do good and be happy.
Certainty is the end of epistemology, its goal. (If we were always and easily sure there would be no need for epistemology.)
Felicity is the end of ethics, its goal. (Happiness is the highest good and if it were easy there would be no need for ethics.)
Friday, July 05, 2024
It Is Neither
It displays no intellect,
just makes predictions.
Its output is, not artifice,
but fabrication.