Date: Fri, 7 Nov 1997 20:15:35 -0500 From: George Trail <gtrail-AT-UH.EDU> Subject: Re: PLC: 2b: After Irene Hossack [Brackets, per usual, g] >> I wrote: What I think I can do is bring willing people into a >> relationship with a text which they could only haphazardly accomplish >> otherwise. Those people can benefit from the experience of my life in >> the >> presence of these texts, and can learn to "hear" the voice(s) >> emenating >> from the printed page center crowded. You responded: >I can't see that as specific to poetry. I feel the same when I teach >Kant to my students. Only Kant's style is one of the uggliest in the >history of human writing. [I agree utterly. I say as qualifier, I read little German (enough to pass the doctoral exam requiring competence in two languages beyond the native--a really silly shit idea) but from that little I am willing to subscribe to the idea that I.K. was created by his translators--which advances my notion that philsophy follows lit, rather than leads it. ] You cite my: Nevertheless, I am pretty certain that "those >people can benefit from the experience of my life in the presence of >these texts, and can learn to "hear" the voice(s) emenating from the >printed page center crowded" and comment:. >What you're talking about, I think, is not poetry and its compelling >extasies. It is about teaching and making love, in a way, to one's own >students. [Its awful to bust in here. But its more than that.] Hopefully they can indeed share the pleasure we have reading >things to them, teaching things to them, and -- I'm very sincere about >that -- actually loving them. All of them. During the precise course of >the lecture. No less, no more. [I was much taken with Reg's post on food. I have had similar experiences, some of which were made possible by filter crackers like cannibus sativa, or , in relxed circumstnces by, what did Burton render it as, "a loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou"]? g --- from list phillitcrit-AT-lists.village.virginia.edu ---
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