From: Ariosto Raggo <df803-AT-freenet.carleton.ca> Subject: Re: rhizomes Date: Thu, 4 Mar 1999 22:56:28 -0500 (EST) > > > On Thu, 4 Mar 1999, Ariosto Raggo wrote: > > > This will go very slowly. You have read so much more than me with so much > > > more patience. A professor of mine told me once that I have an "uncanny" > > > ability to intuitively feel my way into the deeper structures of a text > > > without actually following it *logically*. In this way, I can often claim > > > that I have not *read* anything at all. (Hence my desire > > > to read theory about reading so that I can become a more self-aware > > > logical reader.) Is the attempt at the building of a metalanguage the > > > gift you (the sound of A) are offering me? > > > > > I am at a standstill, that is how slow I am starting to go. This is what > > i enjoy. That which I want to do is tell as best as I can, unfinished, > > interminable X's (not sure of the word. I have no name to give this > > genre.) that give an 'account' of the operation of the imagination when > > it finds itself without models, in virgin territory. > > How many times have you found yourself in this place? To be here with > willingness and attentiveness. This is my way indicating meditation which writing can be up to a point since silence (the most poetic of words says Bataille) is a limit of language and reading. So expression shipwrecks, drowns with an insistent impulse, compulsion to say three more little words. I started reading Barthes again, his Fragments on Amorous Discourse. In the fragment on writing or inexpressable love he goes on, love has a certain part to play in language but it never finds itself in writing. The next fragment is on erring where he says that one can re-cite the begining of love, I take this to be the impulse, but he says one can never finish, like our death, this belongs to someone else to finish. I say there is a sort of giving way, making room for another to go on. After you stacey... you know I am always after you. >I am having a hard time explaining what it > is I want to ask. It feels a bit like the first time I read _Alice in > Wonderland_. I was eight. My grandmother gave me this amazing illustrated > edition. I kept thinking as I *more* than read it that she couldnt have > possibly ever have read it, otherwise she wouldnt have *given* it to me. > She actually had parts of it memorised. > Hey have you ever read the little prince by St. Xavier? Nice story about solitude and tending your flower. It has been a while since I had read, I have this strong impulse to read it again. I will finish this later tonight, A > A "virgin > > territory" can be a protean fabric on which to write non-allegorical > > pictures which would make them unreadable, non-interpretable. > > To be able to write this to me, you must have sense of my agitated > stillness. Probably what you would call bodily imagos. > > >I am making all this up in order for you, stacey, to quiet down and come > over to the spacing place that I live in. This is my invitation to you > and it seems that I have to appeal to your ability to read warm signs or > cold signs. > I have better days at this than others. Sometimes I read everything > ironically. What do you suppose me *being* quiet would look like? I > like how you begin. > > >Lately I feel like I am > pushing you away. > > Really? I am doing my work. I feel pretty fearless right now and that > should probably scare me. It is this feeling of urgently cradling > myself. I thought you were just trying to "quiet down and come over to the > spacing place that I live in." Let me know, how much > more vertical you would like. > > >I have my obligation > > already to write more about all this. Give it most of my energy is what I > > am doing and what I am saying is that if you are really interested, > > let's think in a more protracted way about this relation > > through something that is not yours or is not mine. I want you to be > > my companion if it seems to you like your desire is the same as mine. A > > desire that is withdrawing its investenment of interest in things and > > conserving itself, waiting. > > I know what it is to wait. > > > > I keep coming back to these lines...I have attempted to read > > > > Spinoza's ethics a couple of times but I find him so difficult. Sounds > > > > important if something as you write here is where your ambition and > > > > lust is. > > > > > > I just think that Spinoza is where I would begin/began my initial > > > re-thinking/re-doing of my body. > > > > > Go then, I will be there reading Spinoza when I am fifty, if I live > > that long. > > You give yourself to me so perfectly there. > > > > What you called a "binary movement" when read as text I would > > > > describe as coincidence of opposites and the writer would be a crossing > > > > of male/female. > > > What do you mean by coincidence? (arbitrary?) Does this make the writer > > > androgynous, hermaphroditic, asexual? > > > > > Maybe arbitrary, maybe another word describes better. Yes, > > bisexual(polysexual would be a limit-possibility and so you get > > impossible examples or simulacra) writers but why would you say asexual? > > Still working this out. I think when I thought of that I was thinking of > neutralisation. I was trying to think of another "arbitrary" movement > that would unwind this. The moment of moving from no desire to desire. Again, > I never seem to be able to win or exceed this particular discussion. My > feeling has been that your influence will make this significance > irrelevant for me. I dont think we are opposite. > > > > I know this makes me and my > expression a narcissistic > > > > simulacra. Another name for simulacra is anamorfosis or trompe l'oeil. > > > > The appeal through the laterality of the turning phrases is to the > > > > observing reader who is included if not incoorporated in the imposture. > > > > > > Yes, my complicity - and self-awareness of my complicity with a text often > > > leads to more pain. My interpretive desire is used against me. > > > > > So your experience then is that of disintegration and is this pain a > > sad joy? It's my favorite mood. > > I never associated it with a loss of self...but I think a lot of the time > I dont have the same kind of "self" as other people I interact with. > Perhaps this makes me even more selfish? the experience is more like a > marker or a highlighted area in the text/me (implied reader) that upon > re-reading would potentially mark a change. Not a disintegration but an > actualisation. A trail of rhyzomes...like bread crumbs? the sad-joy part > i would definitley agree with. > > > > > This is the figure and position(a protean one, constantly changing > > > > depending on circumstances, situations, occasions, the moment) of the > > > > sophist. > > I might have missed what you were trying to say about the act of > interpretation. > > > > You are talking about entrapment theory right? And I think you are write, > > > this isnt me at all. Not clever enough. > > > > > come on, we are talking the seduction of interpretive desire and > > surely you smile when you say you are not tricky enough, a player > > write? > > Yes, I was smiling. But the thing about being a player is that you > give yourself away at some point so that the other person is aware > that they have been played with. Remember, affection and affectation. > > There were these girls over earlier on > and one, young, > she > tells she broke up with her boyfriend because he was a "player." I > > don't know why some people don't like games and somehow someone lacking > > that gives true love? > > Certainly not as textured a landscape. I dont think I want to talk about > what *true* love is; I will leave that to the people who dont appreciate > play. > > > > For me it leads clearly to metafiction. I am not sure if this is > > > > you, I mean stacey. You say you read me, and repeat that you do. Do you > > > > read this? > > > > > > I feel that I do. > > > > > I am clear. > > > > > I think this is my sense of direction through language that i > > > > am begining to express, or rather paint as mask and image, as ornament > > > > and display. > > The IF and Gift, then? > I wouldnt say all of these are points of departure. Or would you say that > the act of interpretation marks a "send-off"? Then does a text that > entraps then fail to offer a gift? or is it a gift which we havent > explored yet? > > > > Will you tell me what it sensorily seems like? > > > > Good question. When it's good I know it is because I myself get > > excited and try to control that to be able to continue to write. I stop > > and enjoy also. Sometimes I jump out of my chair, sometimes it's > > calming. I am going to keep this question in mind. There is a flow, a > > feeling of confidence that tells you that you are on, in the spacing zone. > > > > > > question: this is way of making something (but also a manner existence > > > > and being?) that elicits the readers response, his capture. I had this > > > > inhibition when to saying "her" rather "his." I am not sure that in the > > > > shape up I am in right now there could be women readers, only writers > > > > it seems. > > You actually havent given me any kind of imago or idea of what kind of > shape you are in. Perhaps this is what you are working on? I will still > attempt to read you. > > > > So you are saying that only I could entrap you...that you could not entrap > > > me? (you are so wrong and amazing at the same time) Or are you using > > > "woman" as a kind of rhetoric? (ie. I am not a woman figuratively > > > speaking) > > > > > > *essentially* > > > stacey > > > > > *laughter* > > we will have to get back to this, > > ariosto > > I have been reading some stuff on entrapment today. I am too tired to > write what I think about it now. I will sleep with it, and see if it > shapes itself into something communicable. (that would be another smile > incase you missed it) > > stacey > > > > Break time. > > > > > > > > Ariosto > > > > > > > > > > > > >(that isnt it...he says > > > > > it better...i am so close to just going home and looking it up...but i > > > > > have more to say...) ambition and lust reside here for me...but they are > > > > > messy house guests and (and never seem to actually want to be my > > > > > roomates) sometimes i have asked them to leave...*Perhaps* this is why i > > > > > do not enjoy it when other people watch me engaged with the > > > > > world/myself...they are not really engaged with any kind of > > > > > complexity...(fuck is that bordering on vertical movement? i am trying > > > > > to avoid it) dont be an ant or a word... seriously have you read > > > > > Derrida's book on the postcard? i send postcards to my friends all > > > > > the time...and sometimes it isnt about what i say... but the expression > > > > > of longing inscribed in POSTING at all > > > > > (doing)...transgressing...impossible...you continue > > > > > to surprise me...now i think i am comfortable... > > > > > > > > > > a postcard > > > > > > > > > > i dream of a dress made from a bivouac...a shift dress of living > > > > > ants...organic tapestry...seething chocolate brown speckled with > > > > > white...the heads of major worker ants...clustering responses and tarsal > > > > > claws keening to clad me...my knees and elbows join me as surfacing > > > > > possibilities...i dance in a dress that moves and breathes with the > > > > > surface of me...opening the errogenous...erroneous from monolitihic teleos > > > > > to rain and wool on skin and liminality shuddering the folds of increasing > > > > > starriness...the pearls of gifts given with expectation reshaping into > > > > > animals and cannibals...there is no need for sharpness....scissors. > > > > > shears. swords or lasering beams....zones literally and laterally expanding > > > > > across the limits of the shift into senses...the eye/i's that do not > > > > > speculate but participate... > > > > > > > > > > stacey > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > i just had to clear one other little (mis)interpretation up...pinking > > > > > shears does not refer to the colour pink...(not a big fan of pink...forced > > > > > to wear it way too often) they are scissors which have a kind of serrated > > > > > edge which prevents fraying...sorry this sounds a little > > > > > patronising in my head...did you already know this? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > -- > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > -- > > > > > > > > > > > --
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