A long year in the hills between Paju-ri and the Yellow Sea, off the Seoul-Kaesong Pyongyang Road, as ancient a road as there is anywhere
A long fire season on Josephine Lookout in the San Gabriels that burned on its stilts when the Big Tujunga Fire came over the top
A conversation with two savvy Sicilian women in a Praça de Giraldo café along the arcades in Évora who had never heard of Elena Ferrante
With Syriac and her other languages, Cleopatra also knew Hebrew and Aramaic
With Ceasar she probably spoke Greek
His leap-year reform of the solar calendar and his plans to create public libraries in Rome were her ideas
The leap-year solution came to her from Sosigenes, her court astronomer
Libraries of course were always the Alexandrian way
That tingling feeling entering libraries as they open, the awareness that most is not only knowable but absolutely approachable there and then
It’s all there
Grasp things as they are
“August and the dry breeze // stirring the leaves in the dust of morning ” (W. S. Merwin)
India is full of birds, no one kills them and India’s cat population is low with cats generally deemed manhoos, inauspiciousClamshells gull-flayed open, dropped from on high onto concrete, stone and asphalt
Original writing proceeds in the dark, has nothing to lean on
But within all literate awareness comes that ancient, ochereous gleam
It was Walter Benjamin’s idea for a book of citations and aphorisms only, perhaps quoted in part or altered and even melded
Obviously he knew Georg Christoph Lichtenberg’s, d. 1799, Sudelbücher
Benjamin’s idea was in homage too to Coleridge’s Notebooks, and in anticipation of Borges to come
Benjamin might have written in such manner more extensively himself had he not died at forty-eight in Portbou expecting to be strong-armed back to the Germans in the morning
In the hours before dawn on September 26, 1940 his mysterious suicide was a vivid incident of, in his terms, Stillstellung
Events fostering broken continuities
Intertextuality
Sontag said that in Benjamin’s later writing his sentences did not originate ordinarily, did not progress into one another and delineate an obvious line of reasoning, that his was a “freeze-frame baroque” manner of writing and insight
“Fascinated by notions of reference and constellation, his goal in later works was to use intertexts to reveal aspects of the past that cannot, and should not, be understood within greater, monolithic constructs of historical understanding” (The Wikipedia entry for Benjamin on October 31, 2016)
Full flush in his Arcades project, the Passagen-Werk
Intertext, intertext
As seminal as the universal airiness of vélolibre
It is 2016, enough of writing more Dick and Jane went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
As post and lintel architecture matter-of-factly does the job, and has since before the Assyrians, just so functions conventional expository writing
Then Architecture has changed and fluoresced since the Sydney Opera House, 1973
Something has opened
From an enduring age of squared-up logic and reason into one of other
With control and sophistication of material and engineering allowing structures of flaring curves, full-light open spaces, and color marshaled as never before, extreme cantilevering (the IGA in Boston and new buildings everywhere)
There are massive banks of topological savvy arrayed now abetting building design with computer projection by the numbers
Where things were done on trial and error, myth, seniority, hunches and faith, now there is empirical data
Molecular genetics, astronomy, even archeology responds
And change in that degree goes as well for writing
Proceed syndetically and writing becomes sequential and copulative since syndesis moves by cumulative assemblage and coherence, by proliferation and association
Especially now with electronic text manipulation
And scrolling
Scrolling down, scrolling through, scrolling up, scanning rapidly and then correcting throughout the text instantly
Instant recall, search functions, instantaneous information searches, parallel files, graphics, photo uploads
It’s all on the screen
The carbon paper, onionskin, typewriter erasure, mimeograph machine past nearly as unimaginable as scratch pens, inkwells and ledger-entries
So we go
Always the draw, the pull, “the curve of the lane // the place of parting and of returning” (W. S. Merwin)
Into intertextuality