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Thursday, December 21, 2023

For Kafka:

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 10:23 pm
 

Lichtung!

 

Thursday, October 1, 2020

Legend of the Deep: The Sea of Cortez according to Kafka

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 11:00 pm

Other connecting threads:

"Hey, what about Legend of the Deep ?" — Dark Tide , 0:35:15

Thursday, January 1, 2015

New Year’s Greeting from Franz Kafka

Filed under: General,Geometry — m759 @ 5:01 am

An image that led off the year-end review yesterday in
the weblog of British combinatorialist Peter J. Cameron:

See also this  weblog's post final post of 2014,
with a rectangular array illustrating the six faces
of a die, and Cameron's reference yesterday to
a die-related post

"The things on my blog that seem to be
of continuing value are the expository
series like the one on the symmetric group
(the third post in this series was reblogged
by Gil Kalai last month, which gave it a new
lease of life)…."

A tale from an author of Prague:

The Emperor—so they say—has sent a message, directly from his death bed, to you alone, his pathetic subject, a tiny shadow which has taken refuge at the furthest distance from the imperial sun. He ordered the herald to kneel down beside his bed and whispered the message into his ear. He thought it was so important that he had the herald repeat it back to him. He confirmed the accuracy of the verbal message by nodding his head. And in front of the entire crowd of those who’ve come to witness his death—all the obstructing walls have been broken down and all the great ones of his empire are standing in a circle on the broad and high soaring flights of stairs—in front of all of them he dispatched his herald. The messenger started off at once, a powerful, tireless man. Sticking one arm out and then another, he makes his way through the crowd. If he runs into resistance, he points to his breast where there is a sign of the sun. So he moves forward easily, unlike anyone else. But the crowd is so huge; its dwelling places are infinite. If there were an open field, how he would fly along, and soon you would hear the marvelous pounding of his fist on your door. But instead of that, how futile are all his efforts. He is still forcing his way through the private rooms of the innermost palace. He will never he win his way through. And if he did manage that, nothing would have been achieved. He would have to fight his way down the steps, and, if he managed to do that, nothing would have been achieved. He would have to stride through the courtyards, and after the courtyards the second palace encircling the first, and, then again, stairs and courtyards, and then, once again, a palace, and so on for thousands of years. And if he finally did burst through the outermost door—but that can never, never happen—the royal capital city, the centre of the world, is still there in front of him, piled high and full of sediment. No one pushes his way through here, certainly not with a message from a dead man. But you sit at your window and dream of that message when evening comes.

See also a passage quoted in this  weblog on the original
date of Cameron's Prague image, July 26, 2014 —

"The philosopher Graham Harman is invested in
re-thinking the autonomy of objects and is part 
of a movement called Object-Oriented-Philosophy
(OOP)." — From “The Action of Things,” a 2011
M.A. thesis at the Center for Curatorial Studies,
Bard College, by Manuela Moscoso 

— in the context of a search here for the phrase
     "structure of the object." An image from that search:

Sunday, November 20, 2022

Coherence

Filed under: General — Tags: , , — m759 @ 10:59 am

Is coherence in the eye of the beholder? Discuss.

Thursday, June 23, 2022

Opinion Piece

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 1:03 pm

For example:

For some Jewish  perspectives, see Kafka and Rotman.

Saturday, January 15, 2022

Superimposed Figures

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 8:38 pm

A David Mamet line from last night's 11:02 PM ET post

"Something to do with an early computer."  This suggests . . .

"The metaphor for metamorphosis no keys unlock." — Cullinane, 1986

See as well different  Franz.

Sunday, September 19, 2021

Risen

Filed under: General — Tags: , , , — m759 @ 12:26 pm

Last Sunday:

A week later:

From a recent Instagram story —

A related ghost writer —

Update of 11:22 PM ET the same day (Sept. 19, 2021) —

"The metaphor for metamorphosis no keys unlock." — Cullinane, 1986

See as well a different  Franz.

Monday, June 22, 2020

Serious Leary

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 2:55 pm

The director of the 2007 film “The Number 23” reportedly died today.
In his memory — An image that appeared in the Leary link of last night’s
post on “a combination of Kafka and Joyce, with a touch of Orwell” —

Saturday, May 11, 2019

The Babel Gift

Filed under: General — m759 @ 2:17 pm

"In the story 'Guy de Maupassant' (completed 1922, published 1932) Babel, or at least a narrator we are led to suppose is Babel, pronounces: 'A phrase is born into the world good and bad at the same time. The secret rests in a barely perceptible turn. The lever must lie in one's hand and get warm. It must be turned once, and no more.' To him words are an army, 'an army in which all kinds of weapons are on the move. No iron can enter the human heart as chillingly as a full stop placed at the right time.' This iron, an aggressive partner to Kafka's 'axe for the frozen sea within us', is something Babel learned to wield with recurring, unerring accuracy."

Chris Power in The Guardian , 10 February 2012

See as well "Art Wars for Trotsky's Birthday"
and some historical background.

Monday, November 21, 2016

Inner, Outer

Filed under: General,Geometry — Tags: , — m759 @ 1:04 pm

Detail of a note from 7/11, 1986

Backstory: Notes on Groups and Geometry, 1978-1986.

End, Beginning, Inner, Outer, Etcetera, Etcetera

Filed under: General — Tags: , — m759 @ 2:14 am

From "Kafka: An End or a Beginning?"
by Morten Høi Jensen
in Los Angeles Review of Books ,
November 19, 2016 —

Thursday, November 12, 2015

Will Success Spoil Jenny Wells?

Filed under: General,Geometry — m759 @ 11:00 am

"… ein Buch muß die Axt sein für das gefrorene Meer in uns." — Franz Kafka

Adam Bernstein in The Washington Post  yesterday on the late actress Betsy Drake —

" She also wrote a novel, Children, You Are Very Little  (1971),
about a 10-year-old girl who goes to outrageous comic lengths
to defy the mean adults in her life and unite her broken family.
A Time  magazine reviewer praised its 'flair and ferocity.'

'Adults demand that children understand what they’re trying to say,' 
Ms. Drake remarked at the time, 'but too often they interpret a child’s
most serious moments as stupid or cute or funny. So children, in
self-defense, learn to play for the laugh. It’s a style of craziness,
a style of survival, a style of distancing. I learned this style as a child
but I’m not really impressed with my comic or ironic side. I’d much
rather write straight out of despair.' "

The New York Times  in 2014 on Drake's friend, painter Bernard Perlin —

" His early gallery work reflected the realist influence of Ben Shahn,
who had been a colleague at the United States Office of War Information
in 1942 and 1943. Perhaps Mr. Perlin’s most notable work from this period
is 'Orthodox Boys,' from 1948, which depicts two Jewish boys discussing
a Jewish text in front of a wall covered with graffiti. "

Midrash for Perlin —

See this morning's previous post on two un-orthodox Jewish boys and an
un-orthodox text.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

On Ice-Breaking

Filed under: General — m759 @ 12:00 am

" ein Buch muß die Axt sein für das gefrorene Meer in uns." — Franz Kafka

"Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker." — Ogden Nash

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Forms of Luminosity

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 12:00 pm

"Visibilities are not forms of objects, nor even forms
that would show up under light, but rather forms of
luminosity which are created by the light itself and
allow a thing or object to exist only as a flash, sparkle
or shimmer."

— Deleuze, Foucault

Clap if you believe in Plotnitsky .

From his "Teaching" page

Capitalism and Paranoia, Capitalism and Schizophrenia: Foucault, Deleuze, and Modernist Novel. The course offers a comprehensive examination of the works of Michel Foucault and Gilles Deleuze, and of the relationships between their ideas and the culture of modernity and, then, postmodernity, as the culture of capitalism. The course also considers, through the optics of Foucault's and Deleuze's work, how this culture is reflected in modernist and postmodernist novels of the twentieth century, and in the genre of the novel itself, which has been the dominant and indeed defining literary genre of this culture, from early to late capitalism. While Foucault's and Deleuze's work may be seen as a radical philosophical critique of modernity and capitalism by the philosophical means, the novel enacts an analogous and often equally radical literary critique. The works to be discussed include selections from Marx, Nietzsche, and Freud; Foucault's The Order of ThingsDiscipline and Punish, History of Sexuality, vol.1, and selected essays; and substantive selections from such works by Deleuze (and Deleuze and Guattari) as Anti-OedipusA Thousand Plateaus, and Foucault, as well as several shorter essays. Among the works of fiction to be considered are Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man; Kafka's The Trial; Woolf's Orlando; and Pynchon's The Crying of Lot 49.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Culture War

Filed under: General,Geometry — m759 @ 9:00 pm

From a NY Times  obituary for an Arkansas poet,
Miller Williams, who reportedly died at 84
on New Year's Day —

The title of Lucinda Williams’s most recent album,
"Down Where the Spirit Meets the Bone,” is a
slightly altered line from one of her father’s poems,
which reads in its entirety:

Have compassion for everyone you meet,
even if they don’t want it. What seems conceit,
bad manners, or cynicism is always a sign
of things no ears have heard, no eyes have seen.
You do not know what wars are going on
down there where the spirit meets the bone.

Related material:

And from a sequel to
New Year's Greeting from Franz Kafka:

The above phrase "aimed at the heart of poetic language"
suggests an image from the poet's daughter's album —

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Trinity for Jews

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 2:08 pm

See also Interpenet-  in this  journal.

"Interpenetration, that's what I  say!"
— Adapted from Humpty Dumpty

Friday, January 2, 2015

Coincidentia Oppositorum

Filed under: General — m759 @ 2:00 pm

A sequel to New Year's Greeting from Franz Kafka:

http://www.rc.umd.edu/praxis/buddhism/mccort/mccort.html

From "Kafka and the Coincidence of Opposites," by
Dennis McCort, Syracuse University —

… my aim in the following pages is to identify and examine the particular dynamics of Kafka's mysticism through an analysis of this principle of the coincidence of opposites, first as a recurrent motif in his intellectual life, and then as a thematic and structural force in several key works of short fiction. Since the coincidentia, as the "abstract essence" of dialectical logic, may be said to subsume all experiential content, it becomes intrinsically more interesting as form than as content, and we will thus be examining a variety of Kafka's coincidentia-generated binaries (e.g., conscious/unconscious, freedom/bondage, wisdom/ignorance), first in a series of short parables and finally in two of the longer short fictions, "Die Verwandlung" [“The Metamorphosis”] and “Vor dem Gesetz” [“Before the Law”]. Moreover, since the coincidentia, understood in the German and other mystical traditions familiar to Kafka as the original Oneness of the pairs of opposites, is precisely what the human mind obscures as it conceptually bifurcates things in order to "get at them," we will be focusing especially on those relatively rare instances in Kafka's fiction in which the mind of the character or persona goes beyond its own intrinsic limits. This is in support of the case for Kafka's mystical insight as a mainspring of his literary creativity and, more generally, for Kafka as essentially a spiritual writer, convinced in the end of the human being's capacity to transcend, however remote the possibility, the suffering of separation built into his or her own dualistic consciousness.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Narrative

Filed under: General — m759 @ 6:16 pm

Two friends from Brooklyn —

"… both marveled at early Ingmar Bergman movies."

One of the friends' "humor was inspired by
surrealist painters and Franz Kafka."

Wikipedia

"Most of Marvel's fictional characters operate in
a single reality known as the Marvel Universe…."

This journal yesterday

    

Related material:  The Cosmic Cube.

Monday, November 5, 2012

A Very High Order

Filed under: General — m759 @ 6:29 am

From a Washington Post  book review of
The Essays of Leonard Michaels
by Jonathan Yardley, Sunday, July 26, 2009—

"Michaels said that his literary influences included Franz Kafka, Lord Byron and Wallace Stevens (this last is frequently quoted in these essays), but reading that paragraph one can't help thinking that as a young man in the 1950s he must have spent a lot of time listening to Mort Sahl, Lenny Bruce and the other great Jewish comedians of the day, as his own comic voice and timing bear more than passing resemblance to theirs. In another essay, 'A Sentimental Memoir,' he recalls being 'saved' as a young man by a professor of English at the University of Michigan named Austin Warren, and then he meanders into an account of falling 'insanely in love' (which seems to have been a strong predilection with him) with a girl in Warren's class:

'The girl had a slender boyish figure and blondish hair. I thought nobody but me considered her striking or had noticed the subtle perfection of her beautiful face. When I told my friend Julian that the most beautiful girl in Michigan was in Warren's class, he named her. He told me that she modeled naked for art students, she had a horrible reputation for licentiousness, everybody knew who she was, and that he was in love with her too. I decided that I was ready to forgive her everything. To forgive a girl was a very popular sentiment of the day. There were plays, novels, and movies about forgiving bad girls. As for the girl I was ready to forgive, I now suppose there were a couple of hundred other men who were forgiving her at the same time, all of us subject to a sort of spiritual narcissism that has long since gone out of the world. Too bad, I think, since it had extraordinary intensity and made a man feel tortured by goodness, which is a very high order of feeling.' "

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Thursday January 29, 2009

Filed under: General — m759 @ 10:23 am
Dagger Definitions

From 'Ulysses,' 1922 first edition, page 178-- 'dagger definitions'
 
Midrash by a post-bac:

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

“Horseness is
the whatness of allhorse”:
Thingism vs. Thisness

By Amy Peterson

Jacques Derrida once asked the surly and self-revealing question, “Why is it the philosopher who is expected to be easier and not some scientist who is even more inaccessible?” As with philosophers generally, literary critics come with their own inaccessible argot, some terms of which are useful, but most of which are not and only add more loops to literary criticism’s spiraling abstraction. Take for example, James Wood’s neologism thisness (h/t: 3 Quarks Daily):

The project of modernity in Wood’s eyes is largely in revealing the contour and shape, the specific ‘feel’ of that essential mystery. He even borrows a concept from the medieval philosopher Duns Scotus, haecceitas or ‘thisness,’ to explain what he means: ‘By thisness, I mean any detail that draws abstraction toward itself and seems to kill that abstraction with a puff of palpability, any detail that centers our attention with its concretion.’ (my emphasis)

Wood is clearly taking his cue here from the new trend in literary criticism of referring to realism by its etymological meaning, thingism. Where thingism is meant to capture the materialism of late nineteenth and early 20th century Realist literature, thisness, it seems, is meant to capture the basic immaterialism of Modern realist literature. In this, it succeeds. Realism is no longer grounded in the thingism, or material aspect, of reality as it was during the Victorian era. In contemporary literature, it is a “puff of palpability” that hints at reality’s contours but does not disturb our essential understanding of existence as an impalpable mystery. So now we have this term that seems to encompass the Modern approach to reality, but is it useful as an accurate conception of reality (i.e. truth, human existence, and the like), and how are we to judge its accuracy?

I think that, as far as literature is concerned, the test of the term’s accuracy lies in the interpretation of the Modernist texts that Wood champions as truthful but largely abstract depictions of human experience:

‘Kafka’s ‘”Metamorphosis” and Hamsun’s “Hunger” and Beckett’s “Endgame” are not representations of likely or typical human activity but are nevertheless harrowingly truthful texts.’

For brevity’s sake, I’ll pick a passage from a different Modernist text that I think exemplifies the issues involved in the question of thingism and thisness’ reality. In James Joyce’s Ulysses, a pub discussionhttp://www.log24.com/images/asterisk8.gif of art’s purpose arises in which the writer Geoffrey Russell asserts that “Art has to reveal to us ideas, formless spiritual essences”; in his thoughts, Stephen Dedalus prepares to counter this:

Unsheathe your dagger definitions. Horseness is the whatness of allhorse. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God: noise in the street: very peripatetic. Space: what you damn well have to see. Through spaces smaller than red globules of man’s blood they creepy crawl after [William] Blake’s buttocks into eternity of which this vegetable world is but a shadow. Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.

To give my best translation of Stephen-think: The physical being of the horse (“horseness”) grounds the over-arching, abstract idea of the horse (“allhorse”) in reality (“whatness”). God—the ultimate abstraction—is elusive and rarely manifests himself as a material reality (when listening to children playing earlier in the book, Stephen asserts that God is a “shout in the street”). Space—the material world—must be observed to make sense of abstract ideas (like God). Stephen’s opponents who believe that art must depict the abstract and the essential make claims about existence that have very little basis in material reality so that they can grasp at the divine through the work of such famously fantastic artists as William Blake, whose unrealistic poetry and paintings Stephen evidently holds in little esteem here, though he’s kinder to Blake elsewhere. Finally, the present makes concrete the abstract possibilities of the future by turning them into the realities of the past.

Ulysses elucidates the distinction between abstractly based and materially based realism because, while abstract to be sure, Joyce’s writing is deeply rooted in material existence, and it is this material existence which has given it its lasting meaning and influence. The larger point that I’m trying to make here is that material reality gives meaning to the abstract. (As a corollary, the abstract helps us to make sense of material reality.) There can be no truth without meaning, and there can be no meaning without a material form of existence against which to judge abstract ideas. To argue, as Wood does, that the abstract can produce concrete truths with little reference to material reality is to ignore the mutual nature of the relationship between material reality and truth. The more carefully we observe material reality, the more truth we gain from our abstractions of its phenomena, or, to state it in the vocabulary—though not the style—of literary criticism: thisness is a diluted form of thingism, which means that thisness is productive of fewer (and lesser) truths.

http://www.log24.com/images/asterisk8.gif “Space: what you
  damn well
     have to see.”

Amy Peterson
has failed to see
that the unsheathing
of dagger definitions
takes place not in
a pub, but in
The National Library
of Ireland
.

The Russell here is not
Geoffrey but rather
George William Russell,
also known as AE.

Related material:

Yesterday’s Log24 entry
for the Feast of
St. Thomas Aquinas,
Actual Being,”
and the four entries
that preceded it.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Tuesday October 12, 2004

Filed under: General — Tags: , — m759 @ 4:30 pm

The Last Enemy
(See April 30)

  

"I was also impressed… by the intensity of Continental modes of literary-critical thought….

On the Continent, studies of Hölderlin and Rousseau, of Poe, Baudelaire, Mallarmé and Rilke, of Rabelais, Nietzsche, Kafka, and Joyce, challenged not only received ideas on the unity of the work of art but many aspects of western thought itself. Derrida, at the same time, who for nearly a decade found a home in Yale's Comparative Literature Department, expanded the concept of textuality to the point where nothing could be demarcated as 'hors d'œuvre' and escape the literary-critical eye. It was uncanny to feel hierarchic boundaries waver until the commentary entered the text—not literally, of course, but in the sense that the over-objectified work became a reflection on its own status, its stability as an object of cognition. The well-wrought urn contained mortal ashes."

— Geoffrey Hartman, A Life of Learning

In memory of
Jacques Derrida and James Chace,
both of whom died in Paris on
Friday, Oct. 8, 2004… continued…
(See previous three entries.)

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Orson Welles


Mate in 2
V. Nabokov, 1919

"The last enemy
that shall be destroyed is death."
— Saul of Tarsus, 1 Cor. 15:26

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Knight move,
courtesy of V. Nabokov:

Nfe5 mate

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Knight:

Sir John Falstaff
(See Chimes at Midnight.)

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