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Entry 1314 — Just-Spring

Sunday, December 29th, 2013

It crossed my mind earlier today that a flair for the use of fresh language might be the most important attribute of a superior poet.  Certainly E. E. Cummings had it, which is why he rates so high with me.  In particular, I think the invention of new words or phrases, or the use of a word in a way it was  never before used, like Cummings’s melding of “just” and “spring” in his famous poem about the balloonman, is about the most important thing a superior poet can do.  Hopkins and Dylan Thomas are two others I quickly think of who did this.  If I were fading out, I’d try to find examples, and mention more poets of fresh language.  I might even come up with a Grummaniacal name for them.

For now, I just say that one way of recognizing mediocrity in a poet is his total conventionality of word-choice and use.  You can recognize the subj-mediocrity by his used of dead poeticisms.

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Entry 735 — Another Long Division Poem Finished

Friday, May 11th, 2012

It’s my “Tribute to the Arts & Humanities.”  For a while I had great expectations for it; I especially liked the way my quotient came out.  But I am not too satisfied with the lettering of either my dividend or the text uder it.  They seem to me barely adequate, if that.  If there were a good cheap graphic designer in Port Charlotte, I’d hire him to improve them.  It’s not a bad poem, though–and straight-forward: the only help an engagent may need is knowing that “counter, original, spare, strange” is from Gerard Manley Hopkins–so I’m hoping it can pick up a few fans from among the sub-congnoscenti.  Make that, “pre-cogniscenti.”

(Apologies: once again I posted this as “private,” having forgotten to tag it “public.”  I generally keep my entries “private” so no one can see them but I until I’m satisfied with them, at which time I hit a button that makes them “public.”  Ridiculously often I forget to do this, as was the case this time.  No big deal, just one more reminder to me, as if I need it, that I’m a moron.)

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Entry 408 — The Pleasure of a Poem

One experiences the main pleasure of a poem the moment one recognizes the truth it is a misrepresentation of.

This may be my best saying about poetry.  It came to me yesterday in response to a thread at New-Poetry.  (Without “main,” which I just now added, remembering the simpler pleasures poetry can give one.

One experiences the main pleasure of a musical composition the moment one recognizes the old music it is a misrepresentation of.   The statement’s logic holds for “a non-representational visimage,” too.  And “a work of narrative art.”

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Entry 584 — An & & My Full Triptych

Monday, December 5th, 2011

It seems that almost every time I seem to be getting productive, something knocks me down.  This time it’s only a lost entry–this one, that I was trying to correct some detail of and lost in the process–without realizing it, so was not able to try to find the lost material by backing up until it was too late.  So now I have to spend an hour or so, restoring what I can recall of what was here two days ago. 

 One item was this by Moribund Face:
 
 

And all three of my frames of “Triptych for Tom Phillips”:

About the ampersand, I commented something about how it expressed the essence of “andness.”  I loved the way its bird regurgitated what looked like all of itself, while looking to continue “anding” forever.  I said little about my full triptych except that if you click on them, you’ll see a larger image of them which may be helpful although still very small–and in black&white.  The original frames are each eleven by seventeen.  Oh, one thing I did point out was that the frames are about, “departure,” “journey” and “arrival,” and are intended to be about them in the largest sense, but particularly about them with regard to arriving–for either an engagent of it or its author.

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Sunday, 4 October 2011.  Sunday is hazy to me now, three days in the past as it is.  I played tennis early in the morning–badly.  I didn’t return to my Shakespeare book, but evidentally got a blog entry posted, and probably wrote an exhibition hand-out or two.

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Entry 491 — Rough Sketch of Another Poem

Saturday, September 3rd, 2011

This one I call “Cursive Mathemaku No. 3.”

 

This is another one that, so far, I like a lot.  I even think it should be popular!  In any event, there’s a lot more work I have to do–color the writing (I’m pretty sure) and work out background.  The latter will be a combination, I think, of what I did with my preceding poem, and what I’ve done with my other two cursive mathemaku.  I’m looking forward to playing with it, but also fearing to. 

Entry 457 — Off to the Hospital

Wednesday, June 1st, 2011

I’ll be off to the hospital in another half hour or so.  I feel good.  Things should go well.  If everything works out maximally well, I’ll be able to make a blog entry from the hospital tomorrow.  Don’t bank on that, though.

 

Entry 448 — Another Terminological Change

Tuesday, May 24th, 2011

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Although many of my coinages sound pretentious, I always aim for ordinariness.  It’s not that easy to achieve.  Hence, “xenological poetry” as one of my main categories of poetry.  Well, I suddenly saw yesterday that “dislocational poetry” could takes its place.  Ironically, that was the very first name I gave such poetry–surrealistic and jump-cut poetry–thirty or forty years ago.  I don’t know why I dropped it.  I see no reason not to use it now, though, so will.

Meanwhile, I also realized that “vaudevillic” as a term for all varieties of jump-cut poems is unfair since some of them cohere quite nicely.  So I’m bringing back “jump-cut” to its previous position, and demoting “vaudevillic” to a secondary position as an adjective describing one kind of jump-cut poems, the other kind being, “convergent jump-cut poems.”  Be sure to update your copies of A Preliminary Taxonomy of Poetry,” students.

I’ve made a change in what constitutes aesthetic pleasure, too: one of two things, fundaesthetic pleasure or pleasure due to fundaceptual stimuli, and anthraesthetic pleasure, or pleasure due to anthroceptual stimuli.  Then there’s a sort of new word, “osmoticism,” for the ability to learn osmotically, and its antonym, “unosmoticism,” which I use to represent one of the many intellectual dysfunctions of people who don’t believe in Shakespeare.

Last, and close to least is, “lifage,” my word for anything a person uses to trade when attempting to  increase the pleasure-to-pain ratio of his life.  An economics term.  There are two kinds of lifage, “inborn” and “acquired,” the latter of which is a person’s private property.  I came up with it because I needed some such term for what one trades to another when one rents a house to the latter in return for (the lifage) of money.  It’s not the lifage of the house (assuming for the sake of argument that it is as good after the rental period as it was before it) but the actual hours of life the landlord gives up, hours he could have used enjoying the house himself and which are permanently lost.  In other words, the term, “unearned income,” is nonsense.

Entry 419 — Philosobumblery

Monday, April 11th, 2011

“If you have to ask what jazz is, you’ll never know.”  Louise Armstrong.

“If you can’t define something, either you are lacking in analytical ability or it doesn’t exist.”  Bob Grumman.

By “define” I mean describing something not perfectly but intelligently enough for others to use your definition to find and use what you’ve defined.  For instance: to say that Bob Grumman’s residence is “the house with green walls at the southeast corner of Midway Boulevard and Hayworth Road in Port Charlotte, Florida, USA,” is to define it more than sufficiently for most purposes.  Ways can be found, in my view, for you to define it (or anything else) in any greater details required for whatever your purpose is.  Eventually.  To not yet have sufficient data to define something well does not make it undefinable.

I’m writing all this because of another stupid passage in Nordlinger’s New Criterion music review: “. . . a Carnegie Hall booklet featured an interview with James Taylor, the folk-rock-pop legend.  He said, ‘A trick that I seem to have used over and over again is to juxtapose a cheerful musical style with a grave or heavy lyrical content.  These things are so beyond description and analysis.’”  Sure, for someone not blessed with a good reducticeptual awareness (and most people in the arts are not, although Taylor seems to me to have given a helpful, partial description of his art).   I don’t fault Taylor for his off-hand remark about description and analysis, but Nordlinger for using it to support his belief in things that are beyond analysis, in this case a piece of unconventional music Nordlinger quoted a terrible attempt at an analysis of–in his mind to show, I gather, the futility of analysis, not that analysis, like anything else, can be poorly done.

Only initial premises are beyond analysis, and they are very few, one of mine being “The Universe is an eternal collection of matter and at least one urwareness occupying infinite space.”  (An “urwareness” is a person’s final eternal conscious-of-existence self; I know I have one and have no way of knowing whether anyone else does or not.)  My final definition of matter, if I had one, would be my only other unanalyzable premise, I believe.  My definition of space is simply “everywhere that matter isn’t.”  I recognize that this definition is considered obsolete by certified scientists, but hold to it, anyway.  Indeed, I recognize that I’m not saying anything certain philosophers now considered hopelessly out of it weren’t saying 200 or more years ago.

Entry 418 — How Philistines Think

Sunday, April 10th, 2011

Here’s Jay Nordlinger,  the music critic I think must be the world’s worst, in his latest column for The New Criterion: “Shortly before he left the music directorship of the New York Philharmonic, I did an interview with Lorin Maazel.  I asked him about conducting very familiar music.  Take Tchaikovsky’s Fifth: Was it still glorious and thrilling to him?  He said ‘It’s as glorious and thrilling as the day it was written.’ And ‘if you become jaded because of overexposure, the problem is yours, not the composer’s.’”

It’s a variation on one of the few stupid things Keats said, “A thing of beauty is a joy forever,” that Philistines, particularly in music, use to defend their resistance to anything unfamiliar.   But even the worst mediocrities don’t perform Tchaikovsky’s fifth three times during one concert.  Boredom with the over-familiar is what keeps a species from extinction.  Performances of Tchaikovsky’s symphonies (which I loved when I first heard them in my teens) should be banned until 2040.

Entry 408 — The Pleasure of a Poem

Saturday, March 26th, 2011

One experiences the main pleasure of a poem the moment one recognizes the truth it is a misrepresentation of.

This may be my best saying about poetry.  It came to me yesterday in response to a thread at New-Poetry.  (Without “main,” which I just now added, remembering the simpler pleasures poetry can give one.

One experiences the main pleasure of a musical composition the moment one recognizes the old music it is a misrepresentation of.   The statement’s logic holds for “a non-representational visimage,” too.  And “a work of narrative art.”

Entry 405 — Happy St. Patrick’s Day

Thursday, March 17th, 2011

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Because I’m one-quarter Irish (due in part to the O’Meara family of County Cork), one of whom came here to fight in the Civil War.

I’m not really back.  I just thought of a summa of my thinking about art and science that I thought I should make public in case I drop dead before my vacation from my blog is over.

A verosopher’s duty is to attain as good a systematic understanding of existence as he can, and then express it as clearly as he can, which is by far the harder job.  An artist’s duty is to attain as good a systematic understanding of existence as he can, and then express it as unclearly as he can so long as he is just clear enough for his most serious engagents to connect to.

I’m not saying anything I haven’t been saying for fifty years, just saying it better, maybe.

Oh, I have an announcement, too: Jake Berry has been kind enough to use six of my poems to inaugarate the Otherstream Unlimited Blog here.   They’ve all been here before, except the last.  I happen to consider them all major, even the one at the top, which I rate that high because of its cheerful accessibility.  Really, in some ways it’s as good as anything I’ve done.

Okay, only the pair just below the top one are major.  (I really can’t understand how I was able to make such terrific poems.  They sum up just about everything I’ve managed to master of infraverbal, visual and mathematical poetry over the years.)   The others are pretty damned good, though.

Entry 251 — “Homage to Shakespeare”

Monday, October 11th, 2010

I keep directing my Shakespeare authorship friends and enemies to this poem, but none has commented on it, that I recall.   I tend to think Shakespeare fans rarely are much interested in newer forms of poetry.   I made it around twenty years ago.  It was the first of my visual poems to get accepted for Kaldron, the leading American visual poetry magazine of the time (but international in scope).  Unfortu- nately, I can’t show it large enough for the small print to be visible her.

Here’s an annotated detail of it showing what the small print says.

Entry 250 — Going in Reverse

Monday, October 11th, 2010

I now know more about pleasure and pain than I understand.   My problem, I think, is that what I know seems right, but I can’t organize it into any kind of neat, accessible package.  The thing bothering me is what beauty is.  I once pegged it as simply the right ratio of pleasure to pain a stimulus produces.  Then I remembered something obvious to almost everyone but me: that there are stimuli that are automatically perceived by healthy minds as beautiful.  Nothing wrong with two kinds of beauty, but the two seemed to me too different from one another to share a name.  Next thing you know, I’d have to accept an elegant mathematical proof as beautiful.  Okay in bull sessions, but not if one is concerned with useful serious communication since a term loses its linguistic value to the degree that it can be applied to significantly different things.

So, how about calling the stimulus with the proper familiarity to unfamiliarity ratio . . . ?  I can’t think of anything.  There’s the beauty our instincts are sensitive to, and the truth our instincts about what contradicts, what harmonizes, are sensitive to.  Empathy would be what our instincts derive pleasure from when interacting with others–that which is anthroceptually pleasurable, in terms of knowlecular psychology.  There’s good, too, or the pleasure–instinctive in many cases–we feel when we, or others, act in a manner we consider moral.

Okay, folks, I have to turn to neologization, again.  “Assimlatry.”  That is now my term for any stimulus causes that has the right r/f ratio (or “resolution/frustration” ratio, resolution being what happens when a psychevent leads to the familiar, frustration being what happens when it leads to  unfamiliarity).  “Assimlatrous” is the adjectival form.  Yes, grotesque terms, but naming is the first step toward understanding, and essential.

There’s also the need for the instinctive pleasure one feels when achieving a goal.  “Triumph” may be sufficient.  No, I think “success” better.  And “resolution” for “assimilatry.”  No, no” “comprehension” is the perfect name for it!  So, I have the following pairing on my list of kinds of pleasure and pain (with which of my theory’s awareness’s is involved in each case):

instinct-based evaluception

beauty/ ugliness: fundaceptual evaluception
empathy/ hostility: personal anthroceptual evaluception
good/ bad: moral anthroceptual evaluception
success/ failure: sagaceptual evaluception

logic-based evaluception

truth/ error: reducticeptual evaluception

experience-based evaluception

comprehension/ perplexity: combiceptual evaluception

I think I may be getting somewhere, after all. And, wow, a list of terms none of which is a coinage!  (I mean aside from the names of my awarenesses.)

Entry 247 — Still Trying to Get Terms Right

Saturday, October 9th, 2010

I now propose that the three human emotional responses are instinct-based, assimilation-based and logic-based.  And I’m back to naming the three evaluceptual (or emotion-evaluational) types dionysian, apollonian and hermesian, with the claim that dionysian and apollonian have much in common with Nietzsche’s two personality types but aren’t identical to them.  It’s true that when introducing my theory I have to spend time explaining my types, but that would be the case whatever I named them.  So why not go with interesting names?

In any case, the dionysian’s primary emotional reaction to stimuli will be on the basis of his innate instinctive evaluation of them as painful, pleasurable or neutral.  A wound will be painful, a smiling face pleasurable, a nondescript meadow neutral.  Near-universal direct emotional responses to commonplace realities.  He will thus generally be one of the crowd, and instinctively enjoy the feeling of oneness with others that fusing with a crowd can give one, as is true of Nietzsche’s dionysian.  His enjoyments will be mainly sensual, unreflective.

The apollonian’s primary emotional reaction to stimuli will be on the basis of his evaluation of them, mostly instinctive, as to whether or not they lead to contradictions.  If they harmonize with his other relevant understandings, he will find them pleasurable.  If they contradict those understandings, they will pain him to the degree that they contradict them.  If they lead to neither significant agreements or disagreements, as will most often be the case, they will cause no emotional reaction.  The apollonian’s enjoyments will tend to be abstract, austere, thoughtful.  He will feel himself above the masses, as is the case with Nietzsche’s apollonian.

The hermesian’s emotional reaction is similar to the apollonian’s inasmuch as it is determined in the cerebrum rather than coming already tagged the way the dionysian’s does.  However, whereas the apollonian is concerned with unchanging contradictions, the hermesian is concerned with how familiar a situation comes about, which is constantly in flux.  That is, if a psychevent leads to contradiction X, it will always cause pain, but if a psychevent leads to situation Y, the result may be pain on Tuesday but pleasure on Thursday, or even later on Tuesday, since what is familiar is a matter of one’s constantly growing knownledge of existence, while what is contradictory will always be contradictory.

Ergo, the hermesian’s response will tend to be the most sophisticated of the three.  It will be due to the hermesian’s long-term, cummulative experience of life, whereas the apollonian’s will be due to his innate, permanent sense of consistency, and the dionysian’s to his unchanging instinctive attraction-to/repulsion-from his immediate experience of life.

Still, the dionysian response will be the most natural, the generally most rich. the most unarguably valid of the emotional responses.  The apollonian’s the most scorned but probably the one most important for establishing the final value of an artwork, with the hermesian’s irrelevant if concerned with stimuli of not instinctual resonance or logic.

Okay, I’m still fumbling for my take.  I’m getting close to it, though.

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Entry 408 — The Pleasure of a Poem

Saturday, March 26th, 2011

One experiences the main pleasure of a poem the moment one recognizes the truth it is a misrepresentation of.

This may be my best saying about poetry.  It came to me yesterday in response to a thread at New-Poetry.  (Without “main,” which I just now added, remembering the simpler pleasures poetry can give one.

One experiences the main pleasure of a musical composition the moment one recognizes the old music it is a misrepresentation of.   The statement’s logic holds for “a non-representational visimage,” too.  And “a work of narrative art.”

Entry 546 — I’m Back Home, and in Good shape « POETICKS

Entry 546 — I’m Back Home, and in Good shape

I walked to the hospital (about ) 2 miles from my home, getting there at a little after 5 AM.  My appointment was for 5:30.  My friend Linda got me home at a little after 10 AM, even though we made two small trips, one to the drugstore and one to Staples so I could buy cover stock for Marton’s book.  My surgeon had told me he’d talk to me after the procedure, but he didn’t.  I’m sure things went okay, though; otherwise, I’d not have been let go.  One disappointment–I have to wear a catheter for six days rather than the two I’d been told I’d have to.

I’m pretty tired, this time for the legitimate reason that I only slept a half-an-hour last night.  I didn’t feel particularly edgy, for I wasn’t anxious about the procedure.  Maybe my body was.  Stress affects it much more than it affects the part of my brain the brain calls “me.”   As is often the case when I have insomnia, I had quite a few ideas.  One of them was a refinement of my long-held belief that it’s unfair to hold an innovative poem to the same standards of clarity a conventional poem is held to since the former is likely only clear because one reading it has been educated in the reading of such poems since nursery school or earlier, and has (probably) not been exposed to anything like what he needs to have been to find an innovative poem clear. 

 The refinement is a new term: “the clarity-to-exposure ratio.”  Or how clear a poem is to an engagent on a scale of, say, one to a hundred, and how much exposure he’s had to poems of its kind on the same scale.  Hence, a poem by Frost may have a clarity rating of 95, but an exposure rating of 95, as well, because of what school teachers have taught him about formal verse, and his memory of nursery rhymes, and much else.  One of my mathemaku may have a clarity rating of 8 (because it will have understandable words and recognizable mathematical symbols and, perhaps, recognizable graphic images).  It may have the same c-to-e ratio as the Frost poem, though, if its exposure rating is only 8,which it could well be because no such poems will have been taught to its engagent. 

Offhand, I would say a poem approaches ideal clarity to the degree its clarity-to-exposure ratio approaches point nine.  After its exposure rating has reached 100.  I make point nine (or some such figure)  the ideal because perfect clarity is boring.  That I consider a fact of aesthetics, not an opinion.

 

 

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Entry 857 — A Crossword

Monday, September 10th, 2012

Stephen Dean: “Untitled (Crossword),” 1996–from http://www.artequalstext.com/stephen-dean.

 

I’m not sure what to say about this.  Emily Sessions says interesting things about it and similar pieces by Dean at the website I stole the above from (which has two other Dean works–and, as I’ve mentioned here before, a large quantity of combinations of text and graphics that visual poets should definitely take a look at.  The website, which is curated by Rachel Nackman, will soon be updated, I understand.

After reflection, I’ve classified this as a visimage (work of visual art). Whereas Emily Sessions thinks of it as an entrance to an underlying universe of colors, it seems to me an act of–well–desecration; Dean has stolen the crossword grid from anyone who wanted to solve it. His repayment, needless to say, more than makes up for the crime (the crossword, after all, will still be available in many other copies of the newspaper it’s in) by doing what Sessions says it does–although it seems more an overlaying of another universe than an entrance into one, for me.  Klee seems to me the magician these magick squares are most in the tradition of.  But they enter the day-to-day of social interactivity in a way Klee’s works do not (as Sessions points out).

My thought at this point, as I consider the work for the first time from my critical zone, is that it surprises one out of a readiness to obey rules, pursue a goal, use analysis–in the familiar context of a newspaper’s entertainment section–and into . . . colors, nothing more. Or, to elaborate, into a purely aesthetic experience one can flow unanalytically, goallessly, freely with.  Yet, a final, numbered order remains ever-so-slightly  visible . . . this newness is safe.

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Entry 1386 — Coinebreation

Saturday, March 1st, 2014

The result of my latest fit of koi NEE bree AY shuhn

I am retiring one of my coinages: “Triumphancy.”  I like it but the expression of “triumph” as the central goal of narrative poetry is sufficient.  I’m not sure about “kinhood.”  It’s a good word that I’ll keep.  What I’m not sure of is whether it works as well as some other word may as what anthrocentric poetry seeks mainly to express.

Passing note: nothing screws up a style like a desire to be thorough.  Of course, nothing brings stylistic brilliance to a peak more than thoroughness elegantly captured.  (I’m forever parenthetically excusing my style . . . as now.  Stupid, this need to make my readers aware that I’m wonderfully self-aware/self-critical.)

“Kinfusion”: joyful recognition of being one with some other person regarding something of consequence, like who you want to win the super bowl.  Wrong.  It would be the state of being one with some other person.  What about “kincognition?”  Ridiculous word, but I may use it.

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Entry 1385 — Triumphancy

Friday, February 28th, 2014

Just a few random thoughts for this entry, my second of the day after finding out I was one day behind in entries and having had trouble enough doing the one for yesterday, although once I got going, I kept going.  (Warning: some of the material is politically-incorrect.)

Triumphancy, is much more a male goal than a female one.  Women, much more often than men, can be heard saying, “It’s only a game,” and they mean it.  Men say the same thing fairly often, but non-wimps don’t really mean it.  Men have always been the ones going off on quests.  It goes back to the sexual division of labor that Nature gave our species, and most other species, one result of which, for us, was making males responsible for hunting, females responsible for gathering–and hunting is a much more questlike activity than gathering.  But geographical exploration became primarily a male activity, too, the physique, temperament and kind of mental abilities that make males better hunters than females making them better for exploration, too.

In addition, and this seems always overlooked by feminists, wimps and academic anthropologists, males are much more biologically expendable than females, so it makes biological sense to fit them for much more risk than females, and make them desire the challenge of danger to a much greater extent.  Males are much more physically courageous/foolhardy than females.  Genetically.  (Yes, there are exceptions, Nature never obliterating exceptions, and they are interesting but in a brief discussion not worth consideration.)  Females have other equally valuable characteristics–such as a superior self-preservation instinct.  And a stronger instinctive desire for kinhood, or at least a different desire for it than males’.

Here’s a test of that psychologists could carry out: gather some short stories emphasizing a character’s thoughts and feelings but hardly going anywhere narratively (some of Henry James’s, for instance) and the same number of “action stories”–stories high on plot but low on characterization.  Then have fifty female and fifty male college students read them and rank them from most pleasurable to least pleasurable.  I’m sure male and female ratings will be opposite each other.

One problem: action stories generally have male protagonists so it might be hard to make half of one’s selection of them concerning female protagonists; it would be easy, I think, to split the character studies into two equal groups according to sex of protagonist.  Unfortunately, there are many other problems because of the many variables involved, like quality of writing, amount of violence, seepage of interesting characterization into action stories, and good plotting into character studies.  But the rough idea makes sense.  Probably just a study of who buys what kind of reading matter could decide the matter.

One thing seems clear to me: there’s no way one could claim that either of the two kinds of stories is superior to the others–although I suspect English professors would vote for character studies–which I would say proved my point in spite of the sex of the professors.  I suppose it would be too difficult to categorize the greatest literary works, though, to settle the matter, most of them being complex mixtures of characterization and plot.

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Entry 457 — Off to the Hospital « POETICKS

Entry 457 — Off to the Hospital

I’ll be off to the hospital in another half hour or so.  I feel good.  Things should go well.  If everything works out maximally well, I’ll be able to make a blog entry from the hospital tomorrow.  Don’t bank on that, though.

 

One Response to “Entry 457 — Off to the Hospital”

  1. Geof Huth says:

    Bob, I didn’t bank on a posting from the hospital, but I’d hoped for some word by now. Get back to me (or the world in general) as soon as you can, so we know what’s up.

    Geof

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Entry 1446 — Beginning of Essay

Wednesday, May 7th, 2014

My essay on beauty has given me a lot of trouble.  What was holding me up the past day or so was its beginning, I think because I wanted to use Mohan Matthen’s article for Aeon about it as a springboard into my thoughts about it, but didn’t understand him well enough properly to summarize his main point.  So I finally got around that problem by prefacing my attempt to summarize his thought with “If I have Matthen right . . . ”  I ended with the following two paragraphs:

“I began thinking my way toward this essay after reading an article about beauty at Aeon by Mohan Matthen about the possible evolutionary value of the (apparent) need of our species for it–to the point that some of us spend our lives making seemingly biologically valueless attempts to capture it in art. It had long been one of my (too numerous for a sane life) interests. But, although I’d written quite a bit about it, I was soon aware that I really had no good idea about its biological value, if any.

“If I have Matthen right, and I’m not sure I do, he considers the pursuit of beauty to lead to heightened powers of sensory discrimination. Our enjoyment of it would also cause us to try to make art objects that would provide us with it–and take the utilitarian objects we make beautiful as well as useful. The growing creativity involved in making things beautiful would have to spill over into creative ways of increasing their usefulness. The beneficial effects would spiral upward–beautiful art and decorated . . . utilitry, as I term the making of utilitarian objects (and utilitarian activities, thinking, etc.) would inspire new kinds of beautiful things, which would increase sensory discrimination, which would increase the need to be creative, which would keep the spiral ascending. So, for Matthen, if I understand him, the pursuit of beauty has been selected not for itself but for its utilitarian worthwhile by-product: enhanced sensory discrimination and creativity which has resulted in humankind’s ultimately foremost cultural–and biologically advantageous–virtue–the ability to interact constructively with the material universe.”

Does I make sense?  Matthen’s article, by the way, is here.

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