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Aug. 28th, 2004 10:39 pmSometimes I fear I'm not doing enough to further promote the miracle of tomato soup and cottage cheese (combined and/or separately) - but then again, the fewer people I tell, the more of it will be left for me. Either way, it's storming outside and I have a little basil growing on my windowsill, and altogether it's almost cozy & domestic here right now. Bought the basil from the market this morning. Last Thursday was the night of the arts again, we listened to some choir music and organ music at the Cathedral and the organ player made the big church organ sound like an old amusement park carousel, and then we stood in front of the modern art museum sipping red wine and watching modern dance and feeling most cultural.
And I am. so. bored. I can't read any more, it doesn't make any sense to me anymore. I'd like to talk meta - or things bookish and literary - or such - talk (discuss, have a conversation about), not write - when I try to write these things down in proper order & full extent, it puts even me to sleep. (I'm not myself or anybody these days, and every day, I'm an object, and will remain an object until I decide to become a subject. Decide to become? But I can't, I'm an object. I must be made into.)
And I am. so. bored. I can't read any more, it doesn't make any sense to me anymore. I'd like to talk meta - or things bookish and literary - or such - talk (discuss, have a conversation about), not write - when I try to write these things down in proper order & full extent, it puts even me to sleep. (I'm not myself or anybody these days, and every day, I'm an object, and will remain an object until I decide to become a subject. Decide to become? But I can't, I'm an object. I must be made into.)
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Date: 2004-08-28 06:59 pm (UTC)come to perth one day.
i'll have bushes of basil and lavendar as far as the eye can see.
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Date: 2004-08-29 07:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-28 07:00 pm (UTC)Nevermind, let's talk about tomato soup and cottage cheese - because how weird is that? I'm not sure I like Tomato soup... I'm not sure cottage cheese could improve it for me either...
But I can't, I'm an object. I must be made into.)
Dude, never let the language bind you. Language is reified (reified and rarefied - is it weird that these two terms sound so alike and can be used in similar circumstance? Naturally it's confusing too) experience. Socrates/ Plato (do you prefer Socrates or Plato?) was very much about language = concept. It somewhat absurd.
And you end up sounding like Socrates. Not good.
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Date: 2004-08-29 07:57 am (UTC)No, Socrates/Plato is good, actually (omg their luv is so classical!11!!).
So I actually had to look "reified" up in a dictionary for a change, but assuming I'm getting it right now, we're rather in agreement about that in this particular case - it's not about language binding me, it's language offering me a handy (extended) metaphor for my experience. ;)
As for the tomato soup thing, though, I'm afraid I can't help you if you don't like tomato soup. I'll just. stare. in horror. It's the one food that can't ever ever ever be bad! Really! Even when made out of just-add-boiling-water powder! And cottage cheese just improves it, though a dollop o' sour cream will also do in a pinch...
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Date: 2004-08-30 12:07 am (UTC)In that case I'm glad I spelled it correctly.
it's language offering me a handy (extended) metaphor for my experience.
But the metaphor, once made, becomes the limit of that experience. As in the way the language of emotions denies the complexity of feeling (I feel happy, I feel sad, I feel angry...). Psychologists utilise the power of language to simplify our behaviour. "I am angry" - once said - becomes the emotion that is owned.
Irving said, "pyschology robs us of our complexity." I think he was referring to the way psychologists have a behavioural reference for every feeling we profess ("you don't like the way you look" = "you have low self esteem") but it works on a language level as well.
I've been constrained by language for a long time. I think I'm getting used to it.
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Date: 2004-08-31 04:47 am (UTC)Well, I'm sure it does, yes. (Or maybe just "a limit"? Metaphors can be replaced.) But wouldn't we have to be able to experience completely without language to avoid that?
(And I know it's very bad of me, but I am terribly fond of and comforted by categories and structures even when they're more or less superimposed... but what I was trying to say earlier was that, at least so far, I think I'd managed to avoid making any further deductions about the possible underlying psychological processes only based on the paztede-on metaphor of choice, though obviously in this jumble of things I can't say anything for sure. :))
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Date: 2004-09-01 04:36 am (UTC)I am become poetry?
And paztede-on is such a cool word.
I have a head cold.
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Date: 2004-09-01 07:30 am (UTC)bwahahaha.
Here, have a painkiller or two and get better, mmkay?
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Date: 2004-09-01 07:50 am (UTC)Thanks. You're sweet.
Actually the panadol I took a few hours ago seems to have finally kicked in so I'm feeling better.