I am interested in using another's perspective - that includes other writing, poems, many things - and weaving perspectives around it. This one comes from a 'scholarly article' on Nabokov:Diebert wrote:Personally I like to turn the game against itself, as to bend a conversation back onto itself, creating literary self-awareness of some kind. Well, as an ice skating figure of speech.
- "Nabokov’s contention that an author “clashes with readerdom because he is his own ideal reader and those other readers are so very often mere lip-moving ghosts and amnesiacs. On the other hand, a good reader is bound to make fierce efforts when wrestling with a difficult author, but those efforts can be most rewarding after the bright dust has settled”.
"I understand this to mean that the writer is always trying to perpetuate his own discourse while the reader tries to appropriate it, evade it, ignore it, forget it, or deny it, thus creating “the bright dust,” the excitement and the pathos of the reader’s and writer’s simultaneous pursuit and evasion of the other’s narrative. But, despite that pathos, as Nabokov guardedly observed of Pushkin, “As so often happens with well-studied lives, an artistically satisfying pattern appears”.
So, in this project - the one that touches on 'the most important things one can talk about' - I have the sense it requires a reader's skill, and to be a reader requires literacy of the first order. There are numerous things that can be said about this, and one of them is that, as with nature, it is all a game of appearances, and mimicry and deception is a part of the strangeness of it all. Thus, 'to read' nature, and by extension to 'read' anything and anyone, is really all reading between the lines. If you have captured the surface, you haven't captured. Not getting caught up in what is presented, or not exactly, but holding back from 'giving over' to the communicator too much interpretive power.
I think this suggests that in all communication that deals on meaning, we will always be dealing with something that is, in the sense I use the term, metaphysical. And when one begins to speak in these ways, and to or toward these topics, I think that the real medium of communication is art.
The parable is, of course, at the core of it.
'Lip-moving ghosts and amnesiacs' is an interesting way to put it. And it implies that the writer has or holds - and uses - a certain power. For me, and in what I tend to be drawn to, I am still inclined to see communication as a sacred art. But I think we need to recognise that we have become surrounded by superficial narratives, and superficial readers of narratives. So, communication becomes tricky, and trickery, and a sort of game of by-passing the 'ghost' and the 'amnesiac'.
I also like the term 'bright dust'. Much better a bright dust - given all the possibilities - than a dull, predictable dust.
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I like the ring of this, by and large:
It reminds me of Christopher Dawson! By no means is that an insult!Diebert wrote:The only relevant adulthood, even in common human life cycles around us, boils down to recognizing emptiness of existence and the indefinability of causality. This means for the average man taking responsibilities, stop the rebelling, drop the egotism and take care of the need of others as ones own and extent ones concern to the community one is part of. This can only be done when feeling "empty" and less of a raging individual. The understandings are now based on commonalities and universalities -- less so on differences and unique paths.
The adult of adults just takes that one step further: realizing emptiness, causality and grasping the deepest commonalities and universal truths known to man. Of course It's understood we live in an infantilizing worlds where self and individualism are still being worshipped even at the stages when they are expired. Modernity worshipped "youth" for that reason, because it's tied with the whole eternally childish ideology, a holding on to death as much as to life.
I do think though that the phrase 'recognising emptiness of existence and the indefinability of causality' is (I don't imagine you attempted anything especially elegant) rather artless. It really doesn't mean anything but I do not mean that you don't have some meaning to share. I am inclined (naturally!) to come at it from a radically different angle. Well for example, instead of 'emptiness of existence' why not 'bright existential dust of existence'? Or:
One comes to a stone cold stop having recognised 'emptiness of existence and the indefinability of causality' (it could be given a Latin rendering and sound like a disease!) But a coming closer and closer to 'reality' (meaning, life, being) holds so many more possibilities it seems to me."You can get nearer and nearer, so to speak, to reality; but you can never get near enough because reality is an infinite succession of steps, levels of perception, false bottoms, and hence unquenchable, unattainable".
Oh, well, such is a narcissist's prattle! Too much Shakespeare and not enough philosopher gear.