Sunday, September 10, 2017

by the way

Astute sensibility may be largely inaccessible to others’ reputed “good sense.” So, Jane Austin’s distinction can lead into profound intuitions, thanks to conceptual resourcefulness beyond her own era’s options.

But this long posting isn’t about Ms. Austin’s novel. Generally speaking, though, I love to explore differences between transpersonal Sensibility and normative sense applied to literary thinking—and that difference is integral to Literature:
[S] authentic being of oneself (and being appreciated as oneSelf) irt [s] what one is “supposed” to be or do.

After all—and very obviously—exploring gender and class is integral to
the evolution of Literature!—to say the least.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

life is strange, then you die.

John Ashbery, 1927—2017

I was 26 when I read just-published Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror.
He was in his mid-40s. In my mid-40s, I was writing a long philosophically “poetic” discourse—and happened to read Flow Chart in “one” sitting
(over several days). I may in fact have every one of his collections.
I certainly give Notes From The Air pride of place in my primary library
(a hundred-or-so books I keep nearby, among thousands stored).

London Review of Books honors him today, including links to many poems
he published via LRB.

More to say later—including employment of some Ashbery poems from LRB, now [?] available only to subscribers, to which I’m a longstanding one).

Saturday, September 5, 2015

about conceptualities of literary living

revised / edited August 25, 2017

Not yet getting to basic conceptualities here, rather “about” getting to that.

Desire of conceptual adventuring enrapts itself in thrills of The Literary. This is a moment of pathmaking—anticipating my path-to-be—through an evolving field of cognitive literary studiesmy Philological prospecting?]

I want to discuss J. A. Gosetti-Ferencei’s discourse on mimesis, but here and now I’m only rendering some problems that I bring to the scene.

Monday, September 15, 2014


Things happened (phenomenality of emergence)
between them (interpsychality). Determining what
was their mutual authoring, a found literarity,
intertextuality by reading each other—
a singular intrapsychality after all—
one’s reading of their trace, our reading,
as if they gain afterlife by gods’ listening,
the legacy of we who keep what happened alive—

Sunday, July 20, 2014

row, row, row your boat...

I had a fantasy of sequencing a bunch of PostSecret favorites like a story.

But it can't really work, because each card comes from such different lives.

Yet, like a dream where moments come out of unrelated parts of one's free-discharging brain and we wake up believing that the sequence has some meaning, I see a story. Despite the beginning, this has a happy ending. But, being made of others' postcards, you can't expect excellence of narrative continuity.

So it goes in life, too, likely: There are narratives and pretenses of continuity.
But memory is like pointillism: Some altitude from fineness may disclose
a topography, yet, often enough depending on imaginability.

This is “about” a woman who eventually secures her glorious freedom in
the memory of her best friend.