Respect of Not Knowing

Murmur is a novel by Will Eaves that is patterned on the life of Alan Turing. It’s a plunge into the mindset of a character receiving treatments for chemical castration and in passing is a meditation on how one makes meaning and the reach of intelligent machines. This struck me:

It isn’t knowing what another person thinks or feels that makes us who we are. It’s the respect for not knowing.

This hard won realization is prefaced by the speaker in distress: “He breathes into a point of infinite and traceless pain. He stares hard at a carpet tile that’s come unstuck and wanted to say: It isn’t knowing […]”.

The respect of not knowing opens a sort of plenitude:

We are consoled by someone’s efforts to conceive us, and that effort’s keen shortfall. We are unreachable. A shared mind has no self-knowledge. A field awareness cannot be unique or self-conceal: it has no privacy of mind.

A nice slide from efforts to the shortfall of one. Something is happening in this passage from plurality to unicity. Something unknowable, unreachable, private.

The notion of respect is complicated.

And so for day 2190
11.12.2012

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Fern Hair

It occurs in a translation of a poem by Jacques Brault by Fred Cogswell in One Hundred Poems of Modern Quebec (Fiddlehead, 1970). The text reads “headchess” [which auto-correct wants to render “headaches”] for “headdress” [?]. One can see how “dr” can be taken as “ch” since the “c” and the upright of the “h” can form a “d”.

You are beautiful my country you are true with your
       headchess of ferns and that great arm of water which
       embroiders the loneliness of the islands

From “Suite fraternelle”

Tu es mon beau pays tu es vrai avec ta chevelure de fougères et ce grand
     bras d’eau qui enlace la solitude des îles

ta chevelure de fougères = head of fern hair

And so for day 2189
10.12.2012

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Time & Space: chronobiopolitics

Knowledge keeper, Kim Wheatley refers to these acknowledgements as “necessities” not “niceties”.

Toronto District School Board - land acknowledgement

The sign reads: The TDSB Outdoor Education Schools acknowledge the land that we are situated on is the traditional territories of the Aboriginal founding Peoples of the Great Lakes region of Canada.

Toronto District School Board – Treaty Acknowledgements have two recitations: one for the Toronto Purchase area and the other for Williams Treaties area.

These necessities reorient one’s sense of time and space. They perform “Indigenous Orientations” to borrow the title of the introductory chapter to Mark Rifkin’s Beyond Settler Time. He writes:

Stories, then, give meaning to current and former occupancy in particular places while also conjuring the specificities of those places, producing kinds of experience and forms of relation that cross apparent temporal gulfs but do not arrive as an uncanny or spectral remainder. These connections to place exceed the terms of individual affect and transect the chronogeopolitics of settler policy and popular narratives. Everyday participation within such storying produces emotional and sensory investments in placemaking that give shape to and help animate collective processes of becoming and ways of being-in-time that can be understood as expressions of temporal sovereignty.

Conceptualized in this way, Indigenous duration operates less as a chronological sequence than as overlapping networks of affective connection (to persons, nonhuman entities, and place) that orient one’s way of moving through space and time, with story as a crucial part of that process.

Not just an encounter with the past. The TDSB acknowledgements conclude with a view to the present and the future: “I also recognize the enduring presence of Aboriginal peoples on this land.”

And so for day 2188
09.12.2012

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Swing Shift

Annie Lowrey Smart money: Why the world should embrace universal basic income in the Globe and Mail

So easy to miss the negation

These studies – as well as many others – counter many of the most common objections to a UBI. Such policies do not turn the safety net into a hammock, for one. People still work, particularly if the payments are not too big. Indeed, one benefit is that such payments do not penalize people for working and earning more, as many other welfare programs do. [our emphasis]

Would love to conceive of a world where relaxed swinging would be a valuable day dream option for all — just a wee bit of time to listen to a berceuse.

And so for day 2187
08.12.2012

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Driven Diving

This set of diving exercises is set in the past. It pertains to “Our Youth” in the poem of the same name by Gilles Hénault.

like fools we dove again in seas
of grief where twist the coral spines
of our cruel philosophies

Translated by Fred Cogswell and collected in One Hundred Poems of Modern Quebec.

What strikes me is the very physicality of diving being paired with the consequences of mental activity or philosophizing. And the sound! coral spines echoed by cruel philosophies — the lips form the same shapes — taking a breath and exhaling on the ascent back to the surface —

And so for day 2186
07.12.2012

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Time Tide

By happenstance of typesetting, it stands alone on the page at the top of a vast white space that figures the future.

Finally, the flow of my life changed after meeting Rich Murray. The passing of time feels different now, and I’m deeply grateful to dwell with him in the movement of that tide.

The words are Mark Rifkin’s in the acknowledgements to his Beyond Settler Time: Temporal Sovereignty and Indigenous Self-Determination.

Note how the temporal sharing buoys the figure of the lover-partners. It is a formulation that neatly captures individuality-in-connection without subsuming it in relationship.

And so for day 2185
06.12.2012

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Sink, Swim, Sense

Northrop Frye in By Liberal Things [his address upon his installation as Principal of Victoria College, 1959] invites us to contemplate the ingrainedness of practice. It rehearses for me the triple notions of immersion, acculturation and perception.

The kind of memory the university is interested in and tries to develop is practice memory, the skill and knowledge developed by constant application, the steady repetition that goes on in the unconscious, teaching us, as the proverb says, to skate in summer and swim in winter.

The seasonal antithesis calls to mind another.

Prior to a performance of Porch View Dances, following an acknowledgement of traditional territories and ancestral lands by Jim Adams, I witnessed [t]his invitation to the dérèglement des sens [I paraphrase from memory ommiting the pronominal references to “you” (implied as they are in the imperative mood of the verbs) and not wanting to trip up the euphony of the medial anaphora of the repeated preposition “with” so important to a world view where “all my relations” count].

hear with eyes
see with ears
feel with head
think with heart

Perfect advice for entering an aesthetic time and space. Practice.

And so for day 2184
05.12.2012

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Light Motifs

Family resemblance.

Call for clarity. Clear call.

Philosophy as envisaged by the Tractatus is therefore a futile attempt to say what cannot be meaningfully said but which can only show itself. So, philosophy, insofar as it is possible at all, cannot be a body of doctrines. It must be an activity. It must aim not, like science, at truth and knowledge, but only at clarity and, with the achievement of that clarity, peace.

One difference from the earlier work is that the Philosophical Investigations gives us not a single ladder to climb. Instead it shows us the paths up a series of hills and promontories, from which we may gain different overviews of the landscape and, with luck, see the light gradually dawn.

From Ian Ground, The relentless honesty of Ludwig Wittgenstein

And so for day 2183
04.12.2012

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Recouping the Aleatory

It is a challenge to decide which quotation to put first. Here they are in chronological order. Suggesting perhaps some filiation.

A map is not the territory it represents, but, if correct, it has a similar structure to the territory, which accounts for its usefulness.

Alfred Korzybski, Science and Sanity

No, no. don’t say where we are! Once we know where we are, then the world becomes as narrow as a map. When we don’t know, the world feels unlimited.

Okay. Then let’s do our best to get lost.

Cixin Liu. The Dark Forest trans. Joel Martinsen

Thus I come to the conclusion that map is like metaphor, a structure for exploration. And there is no exploration without “getting lost” which of course means “being found” elsewhere.

“But I reckon I got to light out for the Territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally she’s going to adopt me and sivilize me, and I can’t stand it. I been there before.”

Mark Twain. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.

Dorothy of no-place-like-home fame

For some Oz is the homeward direction. Navigating mapless.

And so for day 2182
03.12.2012

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Precipitate (Noun)

A single line triumph. Making three look more. By way of enjambement.

The concluding lines of “Rain, Rain, Rain” by Don McKay from Apparatus

Who understands this tongue? No one.
No one and no one and no one.
… yet many.

And so for day 2181
02.12.2012

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