“Going on 10 years later, the evidence is in: The anti-Keynesian forces have been proved conclusively mistaken on every single argument. Their refusal to pick up what amounted to a multiple-trillion-dollar bill sitting on the sidewalk is the greatest mistake of economic policy analysis since 1929 at least”… The biggest policy mistake of the last decade.

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………“The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections,
……….They scorn the best I can do to relate them.”

Song of Myself

WLK: * edgewood, ; by Center; 28th Rd (lot) ; WR/ Hill ; Monroe ; Abingdon near tennis courts ; 395 overpass, overpass; seeing onramp; past mailbox near first mail box;

Strides and Jerseys self as cold front Equality perfect lot In which some trivial questions are asked experience of nothing notable footfalls and gumchews walking while hearing car alarm … whether or not you’ve seen a fire engine Bright Red Winter Coat (8) post de luz The firehouse is Creon walking meditation “Cezanne of The Earth”

gals with leashes, jets and clouds, portraits and faces.fresher and fresher paint

If you believe that you are being constantly lied to, paradoxically you may be in danger of accepting untruths …denialism

Borges: “Moreover, there’s a tendency, or a habit, of judging an act by its consequences. Now that seems immoral to me, because when you act you know if your acts are evil or good. As for the consequences of an act—they ramify and multiply and perhaps balance out in the end. I do not know, for example, if the consequences of the discovery of America have been good or evil, because there are so many. Even as we are talking, they are growing and multiplying. Thus, to judge an act by its consequences is absurd. But people tend to do this. For example, a contest or a war is judged according to failure or success and not according to whether it’s ethically justified. As for the consequences, as I said, they multiply in such a way that, perhaps in time, they balance out and then become unbalanced again. It is a continuous process”….

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I may have inadvertently struck upon my writing ideal — the ideal state in which to write– which is to bring oneself first to the point of actually crying with boredom. This is the state one needs to be in, weeping, blubbering with the tedium one has faced and has yet to face; perhaps there is a universal application.

The idea of dealing with, as opposed to alleviating boredom, has been inherent to Modernism from the start, I think, but most recently and forcefully appeared in Wallace’s novels –there, almost as an ethic.

Infinite Jest shows how trying to alleviate boredom –through distraction– if taken to its logical end, must result in boredom of another sort — in addiction. While the posthumous novel (its name not arising just now) shows the heroism involved in superhuman focus upon the tedious. Not a winking and nodding involvement but a wholehearted plunge into the dull, an acknowledgement of the deep seriousness of dull things….

Boredom is seeming death while distraction is the real thing, I want to say.

Imagine everything that tears are to compassion. Bring that same power to boredom and perhaps we will have achieved our “breakthrough.”

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The one after that I mistranslated too. Looked up whether ‘hand’ could take the plural. I looked up the Greek also for the phrase I had seen translated as “wind eggs” at the end of the Theaetetus. In the Greek word, which I can’t remember now, I saw evidence of “wind” but nothing at all that suggested the idea of “eggs”. Yet I couldn’t recall the Greek word for eggs.

I was struck by the conclusion of the Theaetetus: in the end we are better people for realizing we don’t know much of anything. Not the same but a similar feeling on reading this one section of The Pale King recently — Wallace portraying some young men realizing that people are cool are not necessarily people of value. People realizing that intelligence exists and they don’t have it. (Reading this seemed to melt away some of my own unintelligence. And unintelligence –strangely, as I think the Theatetus brings up– has to do with presuming one’s own intelligence — that one, simply by virtue of being one’s extraordinary self, knows everything already more or less well enough.)

Maybe part of the pleasure of reading a book is that of of having a part of one’s intelligence melted away — and the reason this is a pleasure is that, at the same time, it’s understood — that this has not actually been intelligence. This has been some imposter intelligence you’ve been cozening, all this while.

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What if the combination of democracy and capitalism is given to increasing individuals’ sense of self importance? (That is, to the vast majority of individuals). Democracy giving the feeling to people: they are somebody. Capital giving to people the idea: they have no one.

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καὶ ὅκου ἔνι τοῦ σώματος ἱδρὼς, ἐνταῦθα φράζει τὴν νοῦσον.

“Where are the Republicans who know in their heart the president is giving away the store to Vladimir Putin?” Schumer said on Capitol Hill. “The best people to check him are not Democrats but his fellow Republicans.” […] This echoes Adam Schiff from some weeks earlier telling Congressional Republicans to “wake up and do their jobs.”… “This is not oversight, this is collaboration” … It appears that only Republicans can make this right, and they –can’t, won’t; are befuddled or supine; defiant and indifferent; don’t know how to / kinda like him.

*

Asking myself what literature can do in political crises, I think mainly of the Constitution and Declaration of Independence as being literary responses to political crises: that, insofar as literature has a place in American democracy, it is embodied now in the writings of the U.S. Supreme Court. (Though of course oratory can be literary –the Funeral Oration, the Gettysburg Address– and the court itself has developed, in the last couple decades, a less literary, more “news watching” feel.) (This is to say, I suppose, that I think of literature as being slow to influence, but with a lasting effect; and the opposite of say advertising.)

Other than this one wonders, might a magic word be spoken? one that could bring an ax to the “frozen seas” of this nation?

Lens comes from lentil, and has also a geology-specific meaning. (I was inspired to look this up having seen it, in the geologic sense, spelled lense.)

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Approaching from far away, the future has arrived and made me ashamed of my deep debt.

ἕκαθεν γὰρ ἐπελθὼν ὁ μέλλων χρόνος
ἐμὸν καταίσχυνε βαθὺ χρέος.

< Olympian 10.6, English, Svarlien

I do see, smiled Garvey. (Bilby was somewhat disturbed by how Garvey articulated this sentence, for Garvey had laid the stress on the word ‘see’, rather than on the word ‘do’, which is where Bilby would have laid the stress were he the one to have made that comment.)[*]

slosh slash slush splash splish splosh … Most of these are imitative. Slash is from the same word as slat (slash as punctuation mark not til 1960s.)

Stomachion would I guess imply “mouth battle” but is a corruption or misspelling of ostomachion — Wikipedia:

The word Ostomachion has as its roots in the Greek Ὀστομάχιον, which means “bone-fight”, from ὀστέον (osteon), “bone” and μάχη (mache), “fight, battle, combat”. Note that the manuscripts refer to the word as “Stomachion”, an apparent corruption of the original Greek….

The word stomach does indeed come from stoma (mouth). Bone-fight somewhat suggest bone wars, which I recently came across.

Spending time with Crying of Lot 49 this summer, I find, in Pynchon’s discussion of infinitesimals, still another idea maybe comparable to “epiphany” for thinking about the origin of a work of art (though it pertains to something more than to the work of art — pertains to Time and how we should stand with respect to it).

…”dt”, God help this old tattooed man, meant also a time differential, a vanishingly small instant in which change had to be confronted at last for what it really was, where it could no longer disguise itself as something innocuous like an average rate (pp.129)

The infinitessimal or dt is something very like Duchamp’s inframince, it occurs to me. Though where inframince concerns a very small, but ostensibly measurable, moment of time, (or perhaps it is immeasurable because no one would ever conceivably want to measure it: no one would ever measure the warmth of a recently left seat, and if they did, it wouldn’t be inframince), a dt is a moment so small it isn’t measurable, and an epiphany (though this a total projection upon Joyce**) is “a thing at the last moment of the world” (I’m quoting myself here — nothing to do with Joyce) which I guess is a little like a dt: a thing as it’s poised to vanish. Which is like Kierkegaard’s saying of the eternal that it exists in every change:

if there is, then, something eternal in a man, it must be able to exist and to be grasped within every change […] it must be said that there is something that shall always have its time, something that a man shall always do

The thinking here is extremely loose of course: yet find myself wrestling with there being some sort of correspondence to be teased out among these ideas: Kierkegaard’s “eternal”, Joyce’s “epiphany”, Schopenhauer’s “passive subject”, Duchamp’s “inframince”, haikus (the whole genre), and now Pynchon’s infinitesimals,… and we might as well throw Being & Time in as well. There’s something about these authors’ ideas of ordinariness that implies also a certain philosophy of Time, an ethic, perhaps, of how to approach it.

** Joyce seemed to want to say that epiphanies were pregnant moments in time, whereas I would like to say that all moments are pregnant in that way, if subjected to the proper chemical bath of interrogations (everything, I fancy, at the last moment of the world, would show itself to be pregnant with meaning). In any case it does at least seem clear that Joyce was speaking of moments of ordinary life, not moments of historical significance — not pregnant in that sense — when he thought of epiphany.

A friend looked askance at me when I told her the syllable account was not very important for writing English language haiku. Emboldened by her formalism, I tried to fit my initial Haiku-like observation (at the bottom of this post — the order here is from latest to earliest) into a 5-7-5 pattern, with these results:

In the red polish
of the car door, yellow words:
the space is reserved.

The red polish of
the car yields these yellow words:
the space is reserved.

In the red polish
of the car door yellow words:
this space is reserved.

In the red polish
of the car door yellow words:
“Reserved Space 13.”

In the polish of
a car door the words “reserved”
(with the space number)

In the polish of
a car door is read “reserved
space” (With the number)

In the polish of
a car door the words “reserved space”
(With the space number)

In a parked car’s door —
the mirrored words “reserved space”
(With the space number)

In a parked car’s door
reflection reads “reserved space”
(With the space number)

In the curvature of a parked car door
the reflection of a neighboring “reserved space”
(and the space number)

It’s a little interesting how the effort to dwell within formal constraints will tease out new areas of consideration in the subject: the idea of color is not at all in the original but dominant in the later drafts; the idea of a reflection in the door, important the original, has been diminished by the end. An improvement in the later drafts, I would say, is that they make implicit the idea of a parked car, which is explicit in the earlier ones; and would add that the more formalism bends one to doing that, turning the stated into the understood, the more it recommends formalism as a practice.