Posted in Life and Living, Memories on November 18th, 2005 No Comments »
Imperfect, and happily flawed.
“Know thyself.” Know your hinge propositions, the cracks in the lens, the attractions, the magnetic forces to which you are susceptible.
“But for the grace of God….” Yes, humility above all things. Very hard for those of us whose root is competency.
I talk to strangers on the street, in the elevators, […]
Posted in NaNoWriMo on November 17th, 2005 No Comments »
My protagonists are finally revealed to each other. The antagonist is in all her glory. Subplot is rolling along. Need to plug the laptop in. No more writing till Sunday, either afternoon or evening. Then write like a fool for the rest of the week.
[…] the questions that we raise and our doubts depend upon the fact that some propositions are exempt from doubt, are as it were like hinges on which those turn.
That is to say, it belongs to the logic of our scientific investigations that certain things are in deed not doubted.
But it […]
Posted in Inspiration on November 2nd, 2005 No Comments »
Wittgenstein, Derrida, Kafka, Schiller, Goethe, Heidegger, Cage, Rothko, Nietzsche, Dada, Duchamps, Futurist Manifesto, Phenomenology, Hermeneutics, Levinas …
Post-modernism literary theory raged in 1990, when I was in school. To me, it seemed closer to the way I read anyway. Now I had names, and references. My fascination grew from an early high school interest in existentialism–not of Sartre, but of Kafka.
For some reason, Goethe’s quote “Nothing is outside, nothing is inside, for […]
Posted in NaNoWriMo on November 1st, 2005 No Comments »
Day one, a handful of words. Already the characters are on their own, and growing. Interesting to watch. Need to update my regional list, get square with the write-ins.
If only this hacking phlegm crap would stop–I don’t want to subject anyone to this!
My calendar is filled with sticky notes. My laptop wrist-rest blooms with sticky notes. Phone numbers, reminders, addresses, cryptic hieroglyphs that I can barely read.
Looks like this format can be sticky-noted too. No pen, just electrons, rearrange them as the vision opens. Or just add on, like chops on a Chinese watercolor. “I was here”. […]