Let's see if I can apply my aforementioned teachings on fatigue to writing. Tired of it. But you could also say, reaching the point of fatigue was one of the points of the experiment: so that I'll have an opportunity to ask myself, how can I still do what I committed to, but with low … Continue reading 3 self-centred strategies for writing under fatigue, the eternal Aleph, and the Octopus.
Since I've missed out on writing yesterday, let's see if I can get two random topics together today. Yesterday I couldn't write because I tired myself out too much with a long hike and having woken up in the early morning (too little sleep). I then started writing a post about fatigue, and how I've … Continue reading Fatigue, psychophysical optimisation games, and Lao Tzu
Already on day 2 of my "let's try to write every day" experiment (related to nanowrimo.org), this feels relatively wrong. I think the price for it is banal content. Or at least, unripe, unstructured content. Beginnings of thoughts, but not really the fruit that's perhaps actually worth sharing. On the other hand, reflections on the … Continue reading Inner rhythm versus daily discipline?
I just ordered and received Francis Weller's "The Wild Edge of Sorrow". I haven't gotten beyond the introduction yet, but the resistance to buying that book was remarkable – despite the recommendation coming from a reliable source (Karla McLaren and the Dynamic Emotional Integration course, possibly my best source of book recommendations this year). Frankly, I … Continue reading Resistance and desire, studied with the example of acquiring books
Motivated to write mostly because of a reduced availability of humans to talk to for hours. So let's just send out speech, produce speech "as if" it were somehow meaningful without a specific listener, to the "internalised other" (which one?), or as a magic spell. The anonymous listener of the internet, some handy magic. Thoughts … Continue reading Grief, memory, synchronous time
I have been trying now for some time to formulate the overarching theme of the personal research I've been doing over the last years, seemingly jumping across areas, taking up new topics and dropping them, migrating across topics. It would be nice to write a book – actually that's what I'd already set my mind … Continue reading The queer book of body and emotions
Apparently the phase for images has passed. Wave of words has ebbed. Yet, somehow a person is to go on thinking, and it seems like thoughts are inclined to take the shape of sound. [improvised track, as I will probably remain forever quite unable to read music or memorise songs] https://soundcloud.com/sasha_tramp/guitar_thoughts_dec_12 I also have various … Continue reading Thoughts on guitar #1
I vaguely remember reading that Paul Celan, the Jewish-German poet born in Romania and going through the Shoah, had issues writing in German after the Holocaust. That makes more than sense. Yet, wikipedia claims he said: "There is nothing in the world for which a poet will give up writing, not even when he is a … Continue reading Celan and the mother tongue
to K. For some of us it is really hard to incarnate. The world of structure, the world of ideas, both logic and aesthetics are safer than the world of that which is inchoate, and does not speak in any human tongue. It is the human, the bedrock of the human. (Although philosophers think words … Continue reading Incarnation