being “literairy”

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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.

all but forgotten

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Violet on her wedding day, June 16, 1919.

She doesn’t seem enthused.

For the author recalling her life, “Curiosity rules,” says the reviewer of the author’s book, “roving where it will among assorted lives from his favored historical era. Let the stabilizing principle be the author himself.”

The author—a biographer—presently makes a fiction of real lives, including himself as pursuer, thereby made a character fictionalizing what can be known. But the reviewer finds less: “... this figure, with his already proclaimed ‘great reluctance’ to plunge into self-analysis, remains little more than a two-dimensional frontman, an amenable cipher.”

status update: Flourishing well.

Wish you were here.

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revised August 25, 2017

Since March, I’ve become enchanted with a sense of “psychalness,” but April’s not “exactly psychoanalytic” posting (“life, world, text”) didn’t get called psychal-analytic because I had Kaja Silverman’s book in mind. I now call April’s interest in “self expansiveness” “Philological.”

I’m anticipating a sense of consilience as some kind of philology of mind. So, why not make the “nature” of humanities Philological? (Domain constitution is made, not found.)

Yea, luscious sensibility, “…a profound and vital erotic investment by a human being in the cosmic surround….,” and being vulnerably candid. Yea, dance of life.

creative minding

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Creative minds often change media. In early formation, going, say, from cinema to Literature to sartorial assemblage to other kinds of assemblage shows a diversity of appeals that is a hallmark of high creativity (thinking here of you,
not myself).

yes, I’m having fun

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Throughout the long weekend, the air outside was cool and breezy, a little warm at times, but not hot. Going into the days, I’d planned to dwell with some books that I’d anticipated for months might become central to The Perpetual Project. Had I the chance to do whatever with you, I’d have gladly given up the plan. But I looked forward to enjoying the plan I had: getting whatever free associative writing that would happen by way of the inhabitations, wandering the hills, staying awake as late as I choose (for more than a couple of nights), sleeping as late as I choose.