Tuesday, September 07, 2004

veritas est adaequatio intellectus est rei, ekstasis, and the radical certainty in delusional belief

I am 3 down, 1 to go. Finish tonight, I hope. Leaves Wednesday and Thursday to revise and proof. Two per day.

Today, Nietzsche. Enjoyable question to answer, but those tend to be the toughest to finish.

Fredric Jameson's A Singular Modernity grows on you, but lacks (in my opinion) any discussion about the materiality--the substance itself--of the trope. Everything is ideology (intellectual) for Fred J...les mots...just drops out of the mouth, two thuds hit dirt.

And we know what Wittgenstein proposed. Language disguises thought.
And we know what Derrida quipped. It's always too late to talk about time.
And we know what Lacan assumed. Schreber is no poet.

But JL, the sense of ordering ruptures into periods that contain their own unique forms and concepts is a sign of modernity. And as the breaks increase and the over-determined syntax used to contain the breaks within meaningful rhetoric gives up sense to nonsense--maybe glossolalia--maybe what we witness is a going under to get over. From grundsprache to High Modernism...

Ambiguous yet unshakeably meaningful. Isn't that poetry? It is also a good definition for the radical certainty in delusional belief. Isn't verse used to fill gaps in the external world, the (w)hole out-there; literary art irrupts--projective--into the world as event? It is psychotic. What does it disguise? Always the ordinary.

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