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“ The real enemy of writing is talk.

David Malouf, quoted by Salman Rushdie, who adds:

“He warns, particularly, of the dangers of speaking about work in progress. When writing, one is best advised to keep one’s mouth shut, so that words flow out, instead, through one’s fingers.”

This is not true only for literature. I recently read an interview with Stephen Merritt, of The Magnetic Fields, in which he seemed incredibly taciturn, answering questions as concisely as possible and without elaboration. Excited to read interviews with this or that author, I discover that their interviews are almost rudely to-the-point.

I think the above quote explains it: artists, and indeed people inclined to action, know that talk drains us of motivational energy, weakens our will. Talk of ideas makes us feel as though the ideas have been implemented; talk of musical composition processes substitutes for composition; talk of writing uses up the words we need for the writing, diminishing the inspiration we need.

If language is, in some ways, a simulation of reality, then the construction in language of our intentions makes redundant the construction of our intentions in reality. Hence songwriters and painters and writers not wanting to prattle on about their work, their methods, and so on.

(There is also this: any excellent work needs little, if any, explanation; if a painting is meaningless without its curatorial essay on the wall beside it, I consider it a failure: it should have been text).

stumblng:

  • Thelonius Monk, playing three of his compositions in 1963
  • first is “‘Round Midnight”, said at the last link to have “been recorded with greater frequency than any other standard composed by a jazz musician”
  • next, “Blue Monk
  • finally, “Criss Cross”
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Children’s Story - Tom Waits (lyrics).

I want to have children just to play this for them at bedtime.

“As skyscrapers replace rows of small shops, so offices replace free markets. Each office within the skyscraper is a segment of the enormous file, a part of the symbol factory that produces thebillion slips of paper that gear modern society into its daily shape.” -C. Wright Mills, White Collar (1951).
Mills (for whom I wasn’t named) is referred to several times in this excellent article on the development, history, and effects, including the “moral life,” of cubicles. If you work in an office or are interested in the social effects of office life, you might find it worthwhile.

“As skyscrapers replace rows of small shops, so offices replace free markets. Each office within the skyscraper is a segment of the enormous file, a part of the symbol factory that produces thebillion slips of paper that gear modern society into its daily shape.” -C. Wright Mills, White Collar (1951).

Mills (for whom I wasn’t named) is referred to several times in this excellent article on the development, history, and effects, including the “moral life,” of cubicles. If you work in an office or are interested in the social effects of office life, you might find it worthwhile.

“ In Plato’s Phaedrus, Socrates bemoaned the development of writing. He feared that, as people came to rely on the written word as a substitute for the knowledge they used to carry inside their heads, they would…“cease to exercise their memory and become forgetful.” And because they would be able to “receive a quantity of information without proper instruction,” they would “be thought very knowledgeable when they are for the most part quite ignorant.” They would be “filled with the conceit of wisdom instead of real wisdom.
Nicholas Carr. I think most already read this surprisingly excellent article, but I think it’s useful to remember how repetitive human history is. New technologies are always critiqued for their effects on the mind, on our mental and social habits; sometimes, these criticisms are even accurate, but it’s wasted breath nevertheless.
I’m back from the ranch in Texas, although not happily. I’m learning, slowly, that I’m happier alone, far away from the various social and technological stimuli I stupidly seek in cities, happier when constantly reminded by nature of geologic, centurial, and seasonal time. Those scales, which so dwarf the emotional cycles of my scattered psyche, are calming, reassuring: moods are small things.
But I’m back. Some things happened, most of which are in the photoset here; a few are below:
Bayou chased, and then was chased by, wild pigs:

Five developed a blissful obsession with armadillos which my dad compared to “The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber”:

Bayou came tubing, and we got seriously lost for many hours:

Record-setting fish were caught:

In virtually every photo in the set, my lower lip protrudes due to the presence of Kodiak. I apologize to the many who find this reprehensible. Also, note that this isn’t a particularly great set of photos; better shots are here.

I’m back from the ranch in Texas, although not happily. I’m learning, slowly, that I’m happier alone, far away from the various social and technological stimuli I stupidly seek in cities, happier when constantly reminded by nature of geologic, centurial, and seasonal time. Those scales, which so dwarf the emotional cycles of my scattered psyche, are calming, reassuring: moods are small things.

But I’m back. Some things happened, most of which are in the photoset here; a few are below:

Bayou chased, and then was chased by, wild pigs:

Five developed a blissful obsession with armadillos which my dad compared to “The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber”:

Bayou came tubing, and we got seriously lost for many hours:

Record-setting fish were caught:

In virtually every photo in the set, my lower lip protrudes due to the presence of Kodiak. I apologize to the many who find this reprehensible. Also, note that this isn’t a particularly great set of photos; better shots are here.

riazm:

On his third tour to Israel in 1953, Heifetz included in his recitals the Violin Sonata by Richard Strauss. At the time, Strauss was considered by many to be a Nazi composer, and his works were unofficially banned in Israel along with those of Richard Wagner. Despite the fact that the Holocaust had occurred less than ten years earlier and a last-minute plea from the Israeli Minister of Education, the defiant Heifetz argued, “The music is above these factors….I will not change my program. I have the right to decide on my repertoire.” Throughout his tour the performance of the Strauss Sonata was followed by dead silence.

Heifetz was attacked after his recital in Jerusalem outside his hotel by a man who struck blows to his right arm with an iron bar. As the attacker started to flee, Heifetz alerted his companions, who were armed, “Shoot that man, he tried to kill me.” The assailant escaped and was never found. The incident made headlines in the press and Heifetz defiantly announced that he would not stop playing the Strauss. Threats continued to come, however, and he omitted the Strauss from his next recital without explanation. His last concert was cancelled after his right arm began to hurt. He left Israel and did not return until 1970.

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Revolutions and Resistance

”’[There are occasions when] the men of one generation commit those dreadful mistakes which excite the astonishment and horror of posterity.’ Mill gives two examples of such occasions: the cases of Socrates and of Jesus Christ. To these can be added a third case, that of Galileo. All three men were accused of blasphemy and heresy. All three were attacked by the storm troopers of bigotry. And yet they are, as is plain to anyone, the founders of of the philosophical, moral, and scientific traditions of the West. We can say, therefore, that blasphemy and heresy, far from being the greatest evils, are the methods by which human thought has made its most vital advances.”

Salman Rushdie quotes John Stuart Mill in an essay on the fatwa that followed the publication of The Satanic Verses, a fatwa whose severity is hard now to recall or believe and which springs from a society more successful in its defense of tradition than ours.

In the West, we are all the beneficiaries of revolutionary thought, of radical confrontations between rebels and enforcers of orthodoxy, even those of us who are by nature not radical (myself included). It is interesting that, while most can admit this, we are nevertheless likely to reject additional revolutions, drawing an arbitrary line in history near our births: all revolutions prior to this point I will incorporate into my worldview; any from this point on I reject.

Another way of considering this is to wonder what a modern Jesus would be: into what temples he would charge, what traditions of hierarchy and propriety he would subvert, whose feet he would wash. It is unlikely to be those we’d predict, or it wouldn’t be a revolution.

Lastly, if you’re familiar with these three radicals’ cases, you can’t help but be amused by the degree to which the same themes recur in history: the rejection of Galileo and the combat against Darwin, the struggle against Socrates and the hostility towards contemporary philosophy (with its “corruption of the youth”), and so on.

“ Some other places were not so good but maybe we were not so good when we were in them.

Ernest Hemingway, talking of the cities in which he wrote. I haven’t been in a good place or good in this place for a little while, so I’m getting out of town.

I’ll be back sometime next week. Incidentally, this will likely be the first time I’ve ever missed Tumblr posts; I’m obsessive about reading everything on my dashboard and do so each morning and each evening, and don’t think I’ve missed a single post in months.

I’ll try to stay current, but (1) reception is poor and (2) disconnection is partially-sought, partially-feared.

katiebakes:

This was the accompanying photo to an NYT op-ed about the rising numbers of older women being treated for drug and alcohol abuse. The black line shows data compiled in 1996, while the filled-in areas are 2005 data.It’s a very interesting graphic. Some observations:

The change in smoked cocaine for the black contingent is heartening; there is a clear trend away from crack among people in their 20s. I wonder how much of this speaks to the effectiveness of prevention and enforcement programs targeting the drug.
The marijuana graph is making me laugh, as it’s clear that the more things change, the more they stay the same. Also: hi, college!
I’m starled by the huge rise in heroin use among younger people. I haven’t read anything about that trend and am curious to know what’s driving it.
What are “other opiates”?
Not surprised by the stimulants row, but it’s worth pointing out the growth there across all ages. Also interesting that it seems to be such a racially divided drug category! Where were you on that one, Obama?


Unbelievably interesting.

katiebakes:

This was the accompanying photo to an NYT op-ed about the rising numbers of older women being treated for drug and alcohol abuse. The black line shows data compiled in 1996, while the filled-in areas are 2005 data.

It’s a very interesting graphic. Some observations:

  • The change in smoked cocaine for the black contingent is heartening; there is a clear trend away from crack among people in their 20s. I wonder how much of this speaks to the effectiveness of prevention and enforcement programs targeting the drug.
  • The marijuana graph is making me laugh, as it’s clear that the more things change, the more they stay the same. Also: hi, college!
  • I’m starled by the huge rise in heroin use among younger people. I haven’t read anything about that trend and am curious to know what’s driving it.
  • What are “other opiates”?
  • Not surprised by the stimulants row, but it’s worth pointing out the growth there across all ages. Also interesting that it seems to be such a racially divided drug category! Where were you on that one, Obama?

Unbelievably interesting.

toomuchawesome:

“When Walker Percy won the National Book Award, newsman asked him why there were so many good Southern writers and he said, ‘Because we lost the War.’ He didn’t mean by that simply that a lost war makes good subject matter. What he was saying was that we have had our Fall. We have gone into the modern world with an inburnt knowledge of human limitations and with a sense of mystery which could not have developed in our first state of innocence - as it has not sufficiently developed in the rest of our country.”
-Flannery O’Connor, “The Regional Writer”

Walker Percy is my hero, and I mean that sincerely: he is a heroic figure to me, not merely for his work.

toomuchawesome:

“When Walker Percy won the National Book Award, newsman asked him why there were so many good Southern writers and he said, ‘Because we lost the War.’ He didn’t mean by that simply that a lost war makes good subject matter. What he was saying was that we have had our Fall. We have gone into the modern world with an inburnt knowledge of human limitations and with a sense of mystery which could not have developed in our first state of innocence - as it has not sufficiently developed in the rest of our country.”

-Flannery O’Connor, “The Regional Writer”

Walker Percy is my hero, and I mean that sincerely: he is a heroic figure to me, not merely for his work.

“ ‘Here we have a man whose job it is to gather the day’s refuse in the capital. Everything that the big city has thrown away, everything it has lost, everything it has scorned, everything it has crushed underfoot he catalogues and collects. He collates the annals of intemperance, the capharnaum of waste. He sorts things out and selects judiciously: he collects like a miser guarding a treasure, refuse which will assume the shape of useful or gratifying objects between the jaws of the goddess of Industry.’ This description is one extended metaphor for the poetic method, as Baudelaire practiced it. Ragpicker and poet: both are concerned with refuse.
Walter Benjamin. I just picked up The Archive this afternoon.
My friend Stelian, whom I knew best in college but who now lives in Moldova, traveled to Iraq in his capacity with the US State Department, for which he works. He took some fairly stunning photos there, including the above shot of the Rose Mosque (Google Maps image).
My friend Nehe, a Marine whose Iraq photos I’ve posted here, is returning there soon to embed with the Iraqi police as they develop their capabilities. He is, as I mentioned before, not only Jewish but also 6’7”, and the thought of him patrolling Iraqi streets makes me anxious.

My friend Stelian, whom I knew best in college but who now lives in Moldova, traveled to Iraq in his capacity with the US State Department, for which he works. He took some fairly stunning photos there, including the above shot of the Rose Mosque (Google Maps image).

My friend Nehe, a Marine whose Iraq photos I’ve posted here, is returning there soon to embed with the Iraqi police as they develop their capabilities. He is, as I mentioned before, not only Jewish but also 6’7”, and the thought of him patrolling Iraqi streets makes me anxious.

toomuchawesome:

“Whenever I’m asked why Southern writers particularly have a penchant for writing about freaks, I say it is because we are still able to recognize one. To be able to recognize a freak, you have to have some conception of the whole man, and in the South the general conception of man is still, in the main, theological. This is a large statement, and it is dangerous to make it, for almost anything you say about Southern belief can be denied in the next breath with equal propriety. But approaching the subject from the standpoint of the writer, I think it is safe to say that while the South is hardly Christ-centered, it is most certainly Christ-haunted. The Southerner, who isn’t convinced of it, is very much afraid that he may have been formed in the image and likeness of God. Ghosts can be very fierce and instructive. They cast strange shadows, particularly in our literature. In any case, it is when the freak can be sensed as a figure for our essential displacement that he attains some depth in literature.”
-Flannery O’Connor, “The Grotesque in Southern Fiction”

See also this, this, and this.

toomuchawesome:

“Whenever I’m asked why Southern writers particularly have a penchant for writing about freaks, I say it is because we are still able to recognize one. To be able to recognize a freak, you have to have some conception of the whole man, and in the South the general conception of man is still, in the main, theological. This is a large statement, and it is dangerous to make it, for almost anything you say about Southern belief can be denied in the next breath with equal propriety. But approaching the subject from the standpoint of the writer, I think it is safe to say that while the South is hardly Christ-centered, it is most certainly Christ-haunted. The Southerner, who isn’t convinced of it, is very much afraid that he may have been formed in the image and likeness of God. Ghosts can be very fierce and instructive. They cast strange shadows, particularly in our literature. In any case, it is when the freak can be sensed as a figure for our essential displacement that he attains some depth in literature.”

-Flannery O’Connor, “The Grotesque in Southern Fiction”

See also this, this, and this.