Skip to main content

Academia

First I read this by Walter Ong:

In contending with Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Derrida is of course quite right in rejecting the persuasion that writing is no more than incidental to the spoken word. But to try to construct a logic of writing without investigation in depth of the orality out of which writing emerged and in which writing is permanently and ineluctably grounded is to limit one's understanding, although it does produce at the same time effects that are brilliantly intriguing but also at time psychedelic, that is, due to sensory distortions....

then I pick up The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins and read this:

Nervousness seeps into terror as I anticipate what is to come. I could be dead, flat-out dead, in an hour. Not even. My fingers obsessively trace the hard little lump on my forearm where the woman injected the tracking device. I press on it, even though it hurts, I press on it so hard a small bruise begins to form....

This is my dilemma.

Comments

  1. You know, when I read Ong I didn't think he was *that* bad of a writer.

    ReplyDelete
  2. It's not the writing style. It's the content. Thinking about the world instead of living it. Understanding narrative vs. losing yourself in a story... I'm still working out what the essentials of my dilemma are. I just know a dilemma exists.

    ReplyDelete
  3. I do struggle with the two, with praxis and theory (to put it in theoretical terms). Have you read Gilead? I think that's a good synthesis. And Walker Percy. I do think that to understand the world is to live in it. Understanding narrative and losing yourself in a story are two different things, though.

    ReplyDelete
  4. An email may be in order, now that I think about this a bit more.

    ReplyDelete
  5. I am excited about the email. Especially since my dilemma is still mostly a feeling (since I like theory and I love story - it's not like I have a thoughtful conviction yet). This might mean I've gotten you to do all my thinking for me. :) Dangerous. I'm very good at doing that - relying on the processes of others.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Kathryn, do NOT be jealous of me going to the opera. It was weird. They were wearing these bulky animal costumes and clonking boots which might have been okay except that their footsteps drowned out the sound of the orchestra (Oh look! A band!). The plot was supposed to be about the circle of life or something deep, but it really seemed to be more about animals getting it on. It was an opera, though, so plot really shouldn't matter as long as the music is good. It wasn't. I mean, it wasn't BAD - but most of the singing was monotonous, the orchestration was unremarkable, and I hope to heaven no one from the production reads this. It would be so disheartening! They were all skillful - I just wasn't interested in the piece itself. But then, I have only ever seen very classical sorts of pieces. The Marriage of Figaro. Samson and Delilah. And I was listening to Puccini before leaving the house! What do you do? But then again, I was distracted by my seating companion. Five so

window in the sub

Dear Nathaniel, I am microwaving pie that Mom bought up in Oak Glen this week on her way home from the orthodontist. As I put it in the microwave, I was full of sadness that I was not in Oak Glen with her. Why did I not go? I was working. I want to see the trees turn. I want to wander slowly through autumnal gift shops. Under the water, you cannot sense the approach of the seasons. Even here it is difficult because, after all, it's California. But I can still sense it. After three seasons in Illinois and one in Scotland, it must be with me for good. Or at least for a while. Because I am all abuzz with eagerness for fall and winter, for turkeys and dried leaves and Santa. I should start cooking again this fall. Fall foods are my favorite. Baked squash dripping with melted butter and brown sugar, pumpkin soup... this year, if I have enough money, I will put together a holiday dinner for my friends. And we will drink Scandinavian mulled wine, which is the most wonderful thing I have e
Someday, if there is a man trying to woo me and finding it difficult (unlikely, but possible), he need only put this on .