Adventures in Note Taking
Lucy Argues with Wally over making up Plays on Symptoms of Idiomatic Sublimation, Heavy Froth, Torch, and Lure for a Cure.
Am ordering books on Stage Managment and and a thesaurus for theatre on Actions.
But thoughts themselves come in drunken waves, Mur and Slur, Lucy thinks sure it looks like Love, love isnt a high bar, its a relay, really means it.
Lucy says, sweet as she can, I am a symptom of emptiness. Opening into a sea of unsettling gusts that blow the
Next fucking door. The arguments have started. Between the floorboards and the lights. I am laying on the floorboards listening for your approach. Arms behind my head. Dreaming of physical aspects of stage as a present tense empty of time as of yet waiting for its players to awaken into presence, meanwhile they are dust, and curiosity as temptation, that is a fiction gravid with antimatter.
Beginning of new notes. Synced files. Once through the Camus french one more time, final sweep for language, sync home box and try.
Not even half way thru.
Really good part about eternal being used to transcend absurd -calls it eternal springboard, tremplin – akin to trampoline?!
Hegel just showed up. Along with throwing a Limit. And Aristotle. Resurgence and meeting points. p26
Old language shows up my head immediately – cut the cut and then from Montezuma’s bloomies springs – separation –
But first, the falling thing, the ever resurgent irrational.
Follows it with the science. Laws of nature operative up to limit and then give rebirth to absurd, pre eminence of the irrational –
But get this, transition is not evident.
Thats negative dialectic stuff for finding edge of a transition which numerical runs into gradient
or in science, shooting particles show up where they land, cant see transition, till lands and physical measurement overtakes probability.
Calling it separation for me is new. Posing place of separation, thats new. Poses too are new. And dreaming drawing poses with narrative. Meander in and out of logic as consternates cliche while pushing to find lift beyond it.
Cut and Crack and Luminence Flux.
Someone named Chestov, who Camus is hacking through, is quoted turning to sky and solar system to relieve uncertainty. And slip noose of absurd and stretch arms across pit of hell – ha! absurds too can become overdetermined – get that idea from Modes of Abjection –
Chestov lets lift off, from absurd to free himself from its uncertainty, with gorge spell well of Dantean reach for the mountain top.
This is fun hacking up Camus, et vous too. Whose ear it is makes a bleeding difference.
That was a big discovery when first slid into collaborating with specific Dead Uns, before invaded by rhymers. With whom I drank to death. As rogue rompous flue and heaven and hell bleeding at cracks and where mythics screamers riot as hell. Cracks are toughest.
Would pull up Joyce and Beckett over writing to try and move in on it, but was like periscope from depths reading silence, and fall back and fall back, into a moan with delicacy over its fondling with my shocking scolds and grave trollish imaginings and sunders of contempt, as though sly carriers of fascination could share the fascination with and like them push Miss Piggy through the creepers and reapers for my indigence to get some help. That was more important to me than going out drinking? No – no they were still one. Going out drinking, reading, writing, emanated from the same mystification – Why reading them so much fun.
Always down other side of street trying to capture surface of something respectable because thats what was done, which everyday did something to kill me till had a drink. And could escape that destiny.
Ugly, Creepy, Disgusting, and Other Modes of Abjection by Jela Krečič & Slavoj Žižek — Working Up Outline with Notes
Ugly as an aesthetic category
Gradual abandonment Unity.
das negativschone, negatively beautiful
sublime and the ridiculous, how one rubs up against other
overwhelming ugly becomes monstrous, can no longer be sublated into sublime – definitions of monstrous, as a badge of ?
when sublime generates excruciation which due to its intensity provides negative stimulus, disruption, disunity, nightmare, much like theatre, like entertainment, only its nebulousness and carnality are interior – not extraneous
charms, emotions, direct impact on health – illness over what life is and what it represents – illness as a line of separation, that presents itself as a defiant metamorphical indivinity, from the doldrums, repetition, impoverishment, heartbreak. songs of threnody emerge from banality like a dangling noose hungry for freedom
vicious cycle unnatural excess unnatural savagery seen as outside of useful
savagery has been called, attachment to a particular choice so suspends rational comparison with possible choices, thrall of passion, passio animi
passion seen as morally reprehensible,
on inclination to freedom as passion
abject, and the disgusting – desperately try to resist being dragged into it.
objects of disgust threaten corporeity
DESTABILIZES line that separates the inside of our body from its outside. Border that separates gets violated!! Inside penetrates out.
Blood – becomes sweet again, takes on nature of ailing heart of god traveling through pain and horror of being mortal. Writhe seeing through time as if in a time beyond time its wretched repetitious onslaught, ugly, constant, inescapable, belabored, searching for beauty finding a blanket of horror.
Horror itself becomes mark of virtue.
violating inside outside frontier
Story Titles: Luminence Flux, Degrees of Freedom, Duck Quacks Loudest Gets Shot