Saturday, December 18, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Generally, the thematic topography developing offline into my metonymy of irregular webpages seems to have no ending, as others’ ideas come into the gardening, shifting the hues of perspective or the horizonal point drawing excursion into transposed excursion. The Perpetual Project elates and stills.
-- gary e. davis -- 1:06 AM
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
He avowed inculpability for being concerned about implications of too little information—of connecting dots in a patternless pointillism that deserve to be connected differently, if only one had the right information. He wasn’t culpable for turning appreciation of a worrisome lack of information into a conscientious storyline framed by concerns about the liminality of reality and fiction.
-- gary e. davis -- 10:48 PM
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
I’m somewhat obsessed by difficulties of narratability, inasmuch as writing for me is inquiry journaling itself, and I have a so-called “clinical” mind nearly haunted by presumption that the story I’m in is obvious to everyone but me, like the fish who can’t see his bowl as such.
-- gary e. davis -- 10:36 PM
Sunday, February 14, 2010
David Mikics’ new A New Handbook of Literary Terms doesn’t have an entry for ‘literary’ or ‘literature,’ so the entire “territory” (p. vii) is The Literary.
I trust a man who, on the one hand, claims to have consulted extensively with Harold Bloom (and many others) for the development of his “expansive and opinionated” pointillism; and, on the other hand, whose most recent earlier book is Who Was Jacques Derrida? Also, Mikics wrote The Romance of Individualism in Emerson and Nietzsche. Nietzsche read Emerson extensively!
-- gary e. davis -- 10:26 PM
Friday, February 12, 2010
I may seem foolish by seeking a resonant sense of living relationship with textuality—ambivalence of reading, a marrying of genres, fiction and realism mirroring each other. I want characterization that provides a site for fielding narratology, for gardening inwordness, down the road. If I have to seem foolish in the process, so be it.
-- gary e. davis -- 10:22 PM
Monday, February 8, 2010
The February posting at life world with the title above—thus the February date here belonging to it there—is more philosophical than literary, so it stays there, and I link to it from here. But it belongs here as appropriately as there.
The “here” and the “there” of a literary philosophical venture transposed into conceptual prospecting is emblemized by the two blogs, literairy living and life world, implying each other, like an intimate inquiry—just you and I here.
-- gary e. davis -- 10:14 PM
Sunday, February 7, 2010
So, dear Rainer, apart from odd devotions (too often spawning neologisms, perhaps), I’m an advocate for literary value, inasmuch as I can appreciate that so far. A lot I’ve done here and there might be understood best relative to that engagement, my hope for something from literary engagement that I’m learning to find.
-- gary e. davis -- 10:08 PM
Decades ago, in my bohemian Berkeley days (at 22, steeped in Henry Miller, Merleau-Ponty—and you), I had a terrible crush on a local poet, Anita Barrows, who read in Cody’s, hung out in cafés, spaced out with her notebook.
Yesterday, I saw a flyer in a window about her and another woman who have published an anthology of selections from your “luminous poetry, piercing prose, and intimate letters,” for each day, A Year with Rilke—365 readings—which they’re performing now, accompanied by “maverick cello” played by a man named Mr. Darling (suitable companionship for nomadic flute, I thought). $20 for the joy, at Grace Church in Berkeley.
-- gary e. davis -- 9:51 PM
Monday, February 1, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Textual sketches sometimes don’t work, but that’s what sketches are for: experimentation. I have episodes of wanting to capture something purely immanent in textuality. It’s long fascinated me that phenomenology was always being done via text, such that reading was almost intrinsic to conveying what phenomenology is.
-- gary e. davis -- 9:34 PM
Friday, January 29, 2010
The death of Salinger reminds me of high school, and that reminds me of my adult experience of teens. One of my favorite themes—which I could never have understood as a teen like I do now (because I’ve gotten so analytical, not just because adults can understand more) is the narcissistic wounding that teens do with excommunication from their circle. It’s not just an adolescent thing.
-- gary e. davis -- 9:31 PM
Thursday, January 28, 2010
That’s a big deal for me. Reading a NY Times appreciation of him tonight, I feel “Gawd, I thought I’d forgotten about him, but my life has been some weird commingling of Salinger characters.”
Mr. Salinger’s people tend to be outsiders—spiritual voyagers shipwrecked in a vulgar and materialistic world, misfits who never really outgrew adolescent feelings of estrangement.However, I don’t really “identify with children.”
-- gary e. davis -- 9:25 PM
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
>I’m not a Romantic, but I want to better appreciate the importance for poetry that Romanticism was. More important to me, though, is to gain a sense of poetics that’s fair to a sense of textual intimacy that I want to develop. Keatsian inspiration helps.
-- gary e. davis -- 9:21 PM
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Before I saw you Sunday, a rainy night, I’d been at the bookstore—a long time. I won’t list all the ones I wanted to buy—too many. I have little time for even a few soon. It’s always like that! I can’t stand it. 24, I wanted for my library. I bought 6. Even 6 is too much. Maybe they’ll be inhabited within the year—after others, bought long ago, are read, having been carefully selected from many times more than those, bought way back. Or maybe the new 6 points in my pointillism of textual affairs shifts the whole sequence. (Spread them all on a floor, so the reading sequence becomes a broken line from book to book to book, maybe forming a pattern, as if a path itself is a message.)
-- gary e. davis -- 9:11 PM