| Correction: four groups a day.
See Beckett:
"The next pain in the balls was anthropology and the other disciplines, such as psychiatry, that are connected with it, disconnected, then connected again, according to the latest discoveries. What I liked in anthropology was its inexhaustible faculty of negation, its relentless definition of man, as though he were no better than God, in terms of what he is not. But my ideas on this subject were horribly confused, for my knowledge of men was scant and the meaning of being beyond me" (Molloy).
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| Co-leading two groups a day with no supervision or instruction whatsoever. Both groups comprised almost exclusively of "chronic," low-functioning patients. Of course, I'm not getting payed, but what do I care. I have the best job ever.
Actively reading: Foucault (Madness and Civilization) and Palmer (Hermeneutics).
Passively reading: Georges Simenon, Melville, Bowles, Heidegger.
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| Without a doubt, the best thing about being home is my parents' Wagner collection. It is the thought of those CDs, of all things, that most reliably gets me out of bed.
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| My dream last night involved a vagina dentada. I also might have been Keith Richards.
Reading Melville's Pierre and Heidegger's Being and Time alongside scattered Husserl, Foucault's The Order of Things and Beckett's three novels.
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| "... Mr. Melville has done a very serious thing, a thing which not even unsoundness of intellect could excuse. He might have been mad to the very pinnacle of insanity; he might have torn our poor language into tatters, and made from the shreds a harlequin suit in which to play his tricks; he might have piled up word upon word, and adjective upon adjective, until he had built a pyramid of nonsense, which should last to the admiration of all men; he might have done all this and a great deal more, and we should not have complained. But when he dares to outrage every principle of virtue; when he strikes with an impious though, happily, weak hand, at the very foundations of society, we feel it our duty to tear off the veil with which he has thought to soften the hideous features of the idea, and warn the public against the reception of such atrocious doctrines."
-- George Washington Peck on Herman Melville's "Pierre: or the Ambiguities" in New York American Whig Review, November 1852
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| | "The following is less an attempt at an indictment of Browning's methodology (as "inaccurate") than it is an expression of rage at the metaphysical assumptions operative in his work; at best, this essay is also a preliminary gesture toward a Nietzschean "genealogy" of Holocaust historiography." | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| My attitude towards Joyce's Ulysses wavers between excitement about the novelty of the textual game it weaves and outrage at the gross irresponsibility -- from a critical standpoint -- of said game. For certain is that I will never become a Joyce scholar.
I remain in mourning for Melville. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| "God help thee, old man, thy thoughts have created a creature in thee; and he whose intense thinking thus makes him a Prometheus; a vulture feeds upon that heart forever; that vulture the very creature he creates."
--Melville's Ishmael on Ahab, Moby Dick
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| "I write differently from the way I speak, speak differently from the way I think, think differently from the way I ought to think, and so on down into deepest darkness."
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| OED: Signifying, ppl. a.
b. U.S. slang (chiefly Blacks'). That boasts, insults, or makes insinuations.
1974 H. L. FOSTER Ribbin', Jivin', & Playin' Dozens v. 207
"Deep down in the jungle where the coconuts grow/Lived the signifyingest motherfucker that the world ever know."
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| I love Kant and Faulkner
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| | Als man sich gerade über die Beschießung von Shanghai durch die Japaner erregte und ich Karl Kraus bei einem der berühmten Beistrich-Problemen antraf, sagte er ungefähr: Ich weiß, daß das alles sinnlos ist, wenn das Haus in Brand steht. Aber solange das irgend möglich ist, muß ich das machen, denn hätten die Leute, die dazu verpflichtet sind, immer darauf geachtet, daß die Beistriche am richtigen Platz stehen, so würde Shanghai nicht brennen.“[5] (At a time when one was generally decrying the bombardment of Shanghai by the Japanese, I met Karl Kraus struggling over one of his famous comma problems. He said something like: I know that everything is futile when the house is burning. But I have to do this, as long as it is at all possible; for if those who are obliged to look after commas had always made sure they were in the right place, then Shanghai would not be burning.) | | comments: Leave a comment |
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| 1) I need to stop needing to start writing long-overdue essays at 2 in the morning.
2) I'm furious with Lacan.
3) I don't know how to use livejournal anymore. The overbearing presence of the possibility of my own exhibitionism is paralyzing. Of course, this entry is an exception (to the paralysis -- not necessarily to the exhibitionism), but it's also an open request, a heartfelt plea for help regarding the proper use of livejournal. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| It's fall break. I've been home since Friday, and I leave for Portland again on Sunday. Last week, midterm-week, I came down with the flu, and acquired extensions on two midterms -- amounting, essentially to three decently-lengthed papers. It's now Tuesday night, and I still have 20 or so pages to write on Derrida, De Man, Barthes, Cleanth Brooks, and Ed Burke. One of my professors, when granting me the extension, encouraged me to get the midterm done sooner rather than later not for his sake, but for mine: "If it's Wednesday of break and you're still working, the midterm will have defeated you." Monday has long since come and gone, but 20 hours still remain in which total defeat may be narrowly avoided.
UPDATE:
Wednesday night, 4:26 AM
FUCK | | comments: Leave a comment |
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I've just deleted those deranged ramblings.
In lieu of that, I present a paraphrase, which, although sacrifices nuance in its categorical simplification of the chaos of my lived experience, may just touch on something fundamental: namely, I need a woman. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
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