Thursday, July 4, 2013
This blog was (2011—and is) to focus on “literary” interests of mine, which have earlier shown only as brief points in my pointillism of convoluting projects.
I wanted to eventually grow through one setting, one textual garden, my sense of “literary” discourse—including the quotationality of that: a pretense of belles lettres legacy, which is really so interdomainal or intergenric (psychological, anthropological, philosophical, etc.) and omnimodal (poetic, discursive, intimate, visionary, delicate, etc.). But instead of blogging the interest, I just developed it privately. (The venture is well developed now.)
Also, I wanted to have fun with an airy pretense of Literary life (“literairy living,” a Joycean might quip), though too, I deeply desired to find and live through a True height of interdomainal omnimodality. (Who’s ready for that?)
Love wording. We bring into presence Possibility, as our capability for concep-
tuality created the gods, mirroring our imaginability and aspirations: And it came to pass that the gods transformed themselves into highly discursive formations (aspiring, perhaps, to wholly scientific arts).
Anywho, I didn’t forget the blog. I just wasn’t ready for fair flourishing with you, yet.
-- gary e. davis -- 3:31 PM