Rehearsing Analogies

Sometime ago I used to have the following reflection as part of my signature block for email messages.

Wondering if…

mnemonic is to analytic
as
mimetic is to synthetic

Of course the underlying premise is that the discrete blocks of memory are assembled in the flow of mimesis. Mimesis is about verisimilitude. It’s not about reproduction or replication. It’s about look-alike rendering. This reminds me of what I say about animation: “animation is not about movement it’s about synchronisation.”

And so for day 231
02.08.2007

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Tooting Tubers

The late Ingmar Bergman has a wonderful scene in Fanny and Alexander where a candle is blown out by a fart and then the screen goes black. In honour of that memory, this passage from Ridie Wilson Ghezzi’s introduction to the section “Nanabush Stories from the Ojibwe” in the collection edited by Brian Swann Coming to Light: Contemporary Translations of the Native Literatures of North America

Whereas “Nanabush Eats the Artichokes” is highly entertaining, due to Nanabush’s misunderstanding of the nature of the noise following close behind him, and would be even more hilarious if performed orally, it also plays the typical role of the creation myth as the item in question is an artichoke. It is difficult to tell from either the translation or the narrative in the original Ojibwe whether the narrator was referring to an actual artichoke or to some form of raw vegetable in general.

It is certainly possible for the Ojibwe to have known about artichokes. The regular artichoke, native to Italy, would have been introduced by the French long before this narrative was collected. The Ojibwe word translated as “artichoke” here is referred to in other sources as a descriptor meaning “raw.” […] Whatever vegetable was originally intended here, it is clear that the story refers to a vegetable that, when eaten, produces a great deal of flatulence!

I suspect the the vegetable in question is the Jerusalem artichoke which raw or cooked can cause flatulence. It is native to North America and likely known to the Ojibway.

And so for day 230
01.08.2007

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The Workings of Envy

Brillat-Savarin is brilliant in this tortured yet elegant following of how constant complainers think.

I shall remark, in this connection, that those men who are never satisfied with anything are almost always ignorant people who criticize sharply in the hope that their daring will make them seem to know many things which in reality they have not had the capacity to learn.

Very satisfying sentence. The M.F.K. Fisher rendering twists appropriately. Note how the ear almost hears “opportunity to learn” and so is willing to be indulgent and forgiving but the ear clearly reads “capacity” and so the condemnation is all the greater.

And so for day 229
31.07.2007

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Less is More

I have perused the calendar for the University of Toronto, School of Continuing Studies which for the 2007-2008 year is designed around the theme “Learn More.” There is a full page photo of David Gilmour, the novelist and instructor. He looks relaxed with a winning smile. He leans slightly with one hand on the back of the chair and the other holding his jacket slung over his shoulder. He is dressed in basic black. The image lends force to the quotation.

Writing’s a bit like living, I think. It’s what you cut out, not add on that makes it better.

Trying to work those two sentences to see what can be cut *grin* “Writing: it’s what you cut out not add on that makes it better.”

And so for day 228
30.07.2007

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Tribe Dream & Theory

Kathy Acker Empire of the Senseless, two passages juxtaposed. First about skin inscriptions:

Among the early Christians, tattoos, stigmata indicating exile, which at first had been forced on their flesh, finally actually served to enforce their group solidarity. The Christians began voluntarily to acquire these indications of tribal identity. Tattooing continued to have ambiguous social value; today a tattoo is considered both a defamatory brand and a symbol of tribe or of a dream.

Makes me wonder about the marks left by vaccination or the lesions of Kaposi’s sarcoma. Badges of progress. Signs.

Earlier in the novel:

I’ve always wanted to be a sailor.

The demand for an adequate mode of expression is senseless. Then why is there this searching for an adequate mode of expression? Was I searching for a social and political paradise? Since all acts, including expressive acts, are inter-dependent, paradise cannot be an absolute. Theory doesn’t work.

Theory might play. Like a drunken sailor.

And so for day 227
29.07.2007

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An old view of multi-tasking

A brief glimpse of another way of life from Bruce G. Trigger The Huron: Farmers of the North

Although fish and game were caught along the way, the Huron traveler carried a supply of cornmeal with him, as well as a clay pot that at various times was used to bail out the canoe, cook meals, and to urinate so as not to upset the canoe.

The meals were not cooked in the canoe. *smile*

And so for day 226
28.07.2007

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Proving Patient

Patricia Meyer Spacks in Boredom references

Adam Phillips, discussing boredom as a possible “developmental achievement” for children, observes that “it is one of the most oppressive demands of adults that the child should be interested. … Boredom is integral to the process of taking one’s time.” [ellipsis in Spacks]

The reference is to Adam Phillips On Kissing, Tickling, and Being Bored: Psychoanalytic Essays on the Unexamined Life.

Into these considerations one might introduce a nuance and contrast being bored by with being bored with. Boredom in the company of others and boredom by oneself, in either case the cure may not be to recapture one’s time but to arrive at an understanding of time as not being a possession but a frame, that is to truly take one’s time is to go slow.

Boredom signals a shift in attention regardless of one’s relation, possessive or otherwise, to time. To sink into the boredom and appreciate its charms is indeed to go slow.

And so for day 225
27.07.2007

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Ways of Observing

Julia Kristeva in the novel The Samurai has a character, Olga, describe in a commentary on the novel, Exodus, of another character, Sinteuil. I like how the simple tricolon is made to house an abundance.

Sinteuil saw a letter as a plastic image; a syllable as a symphony, and meaning as a torrent of sexual, political, and moral allusions.

Barbara Bray’s translation is felicitous. A lot hangs on the simple verb to see.

And so for day 224
26.07.2007

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Qualities

In the translation by M. K. Fisher, Brillat-Savarin gives this enumeration of the qualities of a great chef

By a natural consequence, those who presided over the preparations for these great feasts became men of note, which was reasonable enough, for they needed to combine within themselves a variety of qualities: inventive genius, the knowledge of organization, a sense of proportion, firmness enough to exact obedience from their helpers, and unfailing promptness in every detail, so that nothing might be late.

I wonder just how stretched an analogy can be fashioned between these qualities and those of the serial writer, i.e. blogger. Everything fits except the notion that something can arrive late — in the long tail there is an ever present now.

And so for day 223
25.07.2007

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Learning languages and games of self-construction

Juxtaposing the passage about language [langue] minus speech [parole] from Roland Barthes as translated by Annette Lavers and Colin Smith in Elements of Semiology

Moreover, this social product is autonomous, like a game with its own rules, for it can be handled only after a period of learning.

with a passage from Stephen Batchelor from Buddhism Without Beliefs

Who “I am” appears coherent only because of the monologue we keep repeating, editing, censoring, and embellishing in our heads.

and through mindful attentiveness and we observe that the sentence quoted above is preceded by this one

And instead of a coherent personality that stretches back in an unbroken line to a first memory and looks forward to an indefinite future, we discover a self ridden with gaps and ambiguities. Who “I am” appears […]

If there is a game in which one manages the pauses and the breaks, it is worth learning. Meditation as game. Gaming as language learning. Skipping along.

And so for day 222
24.07.2007

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