Mistakes, Failures and Folly

In honour of Willard McCarty, moderator of the Humanist discussion list, I quote from “Progress Report” by the American poet Elaine Equi

Technology, we’ve learned,
should be balanced with human folly
in order to malfunction
in the optimal way.

I was reminded of many a thread on Humanist. So I searched the archives for “failure” and could not quite locate the relevant exchanges. Hit the jackpot with “mistakes” and found a trove of quotations to the effect that mistakes are not failures. See http://dhhumanist.org/Archives/Virginia/v05/0432.html

And so for day 840
01.04.2009

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Motives for Motivation

For a while now I have been intrigued by the objective of cultivating “intrinsic motivation”. The phrase is from a 2000 conference paper by Deborah Hanson, Ph.D. presented online at the Teaching Online in Higher Education conference.

The underpinnings of interactions, which result in successful learning, involve the transfer of knowledge coupled with changes in intrinsic motivation

Thanks to the preservation efforts of William E. Fogarty the abstract and paper were archived at http://www.ofogartaigh.com/pro/portfolio/conference/Papers/hanson.htm [Now defunct. The Internet Archive Wayback Machine produces https://web.archive.org/web/20030824090344/http://as1.ipfw.edu/2000tohe/papers/hanson.htm] And we can gain more context:

For this reason, Crowder College developed extensive procedures, orientation, and guidelines for students. In support of the thesis, “The underpinnings of interactions, which result in successful learning, involve the transfer of knowledge coupled with changes in intrinsic motivation,” the author has identified and examined seven distance learning interactions which help to promote interactivity:

Increase participation and feedback
Build communication and understanding
Enhance elaboration and retention
Support learner motivation and self-regulation
Develop team building
Promote exploration and discovery
Generate learner self-diagnosis and closure

I draw your attention to “Support learner motivation and self-regulation”. This translates into the skills and knowledge to learn on one’s own. I find it interesting that this characterization of metacognitive abilities appears to be couched in moral terms.

It begins to lift and unlock a somewhat for me cryptic statement (divined and devised by yours truly in one of those moments). I can bring the phrase “intrinsic motivation” into a reverberating proximity with this statement:

Rhetoric is a question of bringing valence to bear on the tautological.

A phrase such as “intrinsic motivation” is a perfect example of the more abstract principle. That is not a fault. It becomes easy to remember. And what is remembered can be more easily applied.

And the whole question of appropriately motivating students has a long tradition. For example, consider this wise observation from Montaigne’s “Du pédantisme”:

Or ce n’est pas assez que nostre institution ne nous gaste pas, il faut qu’elle nous change en mieux.

And a loose translation: it’s not enough to be wasted ; )

And so for day 839
31.03.2009

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Uncovering Cover Story

Just where is this photo from? All I know is that it dates from 1962 or 1963 and was taken, I believe, in the vicinity of Soest, Germany. I believe it is a war memorial of sorts. I was so captured by its grace and composition that I incorporated it in the cover to Sense — that is me in front of the prone bronze.

Cover to Sense

Cover to Sense: Orientations, Meanings, Apparatus

Any help in tracing its origin much appreciated.

And so for day 838
30.03.2009

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Soft Porn Period

At the height of the AIDS crisis many of us were keen on keeping the erotic alive. From the days of 1994 comes this soft porn snippet exchanged via email — words being viral in a safe sort of way.

a hand reached for the frayed crotch. it was a gnarled hand. rough. it met soft denim faded and weakened so often had hands and faces rubbed there. it was an experienced hand. forefingers slid down behind the buttons of the fly and using the powerful square thumb as a guide parted the cloth brushed knuckles against the curls. no underwear. cock still trapped in the jeans. heat rising. the hand was steady sure and in no hurry to tackle the belt buckle.

yanking gently but firmly his pubes twisting and coiling them round his fingers he moved to ensnare more. his eyes rose to meet the fluttering eyelids and the lips slightly tensed of the man he held entwined.

the tugging stopped. the eyes opened more fully. a recognition and a beckoning.

I think the lack of capitalization adds to the piece. gives it a kind of flow punctuated by those dots that remind me of the buttons on a pair of jeans. like acupuncture pressure points. or better yet a line pilfered from Merrill’s “Days of 1964” — “Spangled as with fine sweat among the relics / Of good times had by all.”

And so for day 837
29.03.2009

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Letters Unreread

Grief is a great force. This anecdote struck me.

[…] and carefully gathered up all of David’s letters to me. Once I was on the airplane, I methodically put the letters into order according to when they had been written; I decided to wait until I got to London, however, before reading them. The next day, in Hyde Park, when I sat down to read, I found I could get through only the first half of the first letter. I started sobbing uncontrollably. To this day I have neither reopened nor reread any of his letters.

Kay Redfield Jamison. An Unquiet Mind.

And so for day 836
28.03.2009

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Tâtonner

When I read this passage from William Matthews’s contribtution to Ecstatic Occasions, Expedient Forms I was put in mind of the French verb “tâtonner” and its cousin “tâter”.

Of course the preceding paragraph is written with hindsight, rather than with the attentive bumbling and diligent indolence that accompany composition.

It’s the “attentive bumbling” that caught me and the “diligent indolence” that retained my attention. But my reading slips and I read “occupy” for “accompany”. —— attentive bumbling and diligent indolence that occupy composition…

And the thought of occupying with delight the space of composition recalls for me this passage

Composition, a being together in the same space, can become dialogue, a passing through the same space.

x responds to y

Indeed the coming together to occupy the same space for a matter of time can be conceived as a dialogue. To make a composition is to engage in dialogue.

from 2003 http://www.chass.utoronto.ca/~lachance/rockwell part of a conversation with Geoffrey Rockwell

Amazing what tricks memory can play when set to exploring mode of the light touch in search of the mot juste for “tâtonner”.

And so for day 835
27.03.2009

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Tracing Sequences

I know I had not read Steve McCaffrey and/or bp Nichol before I worked on “Sorting and Storing”. The whole chapter is devoted to the premise that “Narrative occurs where there is the reproduction of a sequence.”

[T]he human self will project its self-making onto the world in order to generate stories from sequences and to break stories into recombinant sequences. Its operations on signs are material practices with consequences for world-making.

http://homes.chass.utoronto.ca/~lachance/S6.HTM

Before that exploration/discovery there was “Emulations” which like McCaffrey and Nichol took on the ramifications of considering semiotic objects as machines.

3.42
What if the dimensions were not irremediably set in opposition? What if one considered sequence and figure to collaborate? One would face a machine. Every description as a state of being (configuration) possesses indexes translatable into questions for configuration’s transformation (sequence). The nucleus of a narrative would be a description plus a question.

3.48
As a signature of desire, a question might modify a description, might modify itself or change nothing.

And so after these long years far from these moments of inquiry my mind smiles in recognition when I read in a selection from “The Book as Machine” (reproduced in A Book of the Book: Some Works & Projections about the Book & Writing edited by Jerome Rothenberg and Steven Clay) this key definition: “In the strictest sense the most comprehensive definition of narrative would be simply our sequential life experience.” And in the next paragraph this restatement: “Gertrude Stein put is most simply when she pointed out that narrative was anyone telling anything to anyone at anytime.”

Rothenberg and Clay source their 2000 excerpt from Steve McCaffrey & bp Nichol Rational Geomancy: The Kids of the Book-Machine. The Collected Research Reports of the Toronto Research Group 1973-1982 (Talonbooks, 1992). And the bibliography informs us of a first appearance as “TRG Research Report 2: Narrative Part 1 — The Book as Machine” in Open Letter, second series, no. 6 (fall 1973), pp. 113-120. I was 13 years old at the time of its appearance. But at the time I might not have twigged. Or not with the requisite degree of abstraction.

And so for day 834
26.03.2009

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Tracking Abstracting

I had undoubtedly read Houston A. Baker Jr.’s Workings of the Spirit: The Poetics of Afro-American Women’s Writing before I wrote this

Abstraction is good. Clear communication about abstraction better. One is of the life of the mind. The other, of the life of the mind in a body.

from the opening lines of “Axioms” the first chapter of Sense: orientations, meanings, apparatus

My copy of Baker’s book still has a slip inserted to mark the spot (p. 73) where this appears: “Abstraction demands not concretization or reification but relation and relationship.” And it is ever tempting to abstract that sentence from its context which is a discussion of space and architecture.

But at this remove… I refrain.

I am still pondering “relation and relationship” — how they relate to each other.

And so for day 833
25.03.2009

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Bubbling Branches

Douglas Barbour. Breath Takes

branches of the mothering tree of life

from “breath ghazal 59:” which has the annotation “Barrier Reef Snorkeling” which of course speaks to the profusion of the coral; evidently mothering signals birthing on a grand scale; it also has hints of the shape of the coral — since mothering is also the frothing on fermenting liquids. Earlier in the conjunction with water there is a similar play of multiplicity and the cumulative effect of small units. “breath ghazal 23:” [the announcing and breaking colons in these titles are Barbour’s]

huge drops kiss the lake
drum lightly on the roof above our heads

And configured throughout the series of the ghazals are representations of inhaling and exhaling, a whole onomatopoetc vocabulary of breathing, and they too like the coral and like the rain drops punctuate the text. And yet the reader doesn’t drown.

And so for day 832
24.03.2009

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Noise Forms Poetry

poetry is born in noise

That is not quite what she said/wrote. In the Afterword to The Crisp Day Closing on My Mind which is itself given a title: “Those Mysteries of Which We Cannot Plainly Speak”.

Poetry always involves play, getting pleasure out of noise one produces; poetry also usually involves a belief in the power of these noises. Perhaps not in the power of these noises to produce food, but perhaps in their power to uplift the spirit, enlarge perception, influence opinion. And perhaps sometimes in their power to evoke complexities and mysteries of which we cannot plainly speak. But poetry begins as noise.

M. Travis Lane (Laurier Poetry Series, 2007). And from Form. A Series (Book Thug, 2011) by Mark Truscott I hereby quote and invert two paragraph/stanzas.

Truth is impossible without an acknowledgement of noise.

FORMAL DISTORTION is characterized by noise. Noise is a hint toward the mechanisms of form. Noise is in fact form’s ground and necessary condition.

And so for day 831
23.03.2009

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