My favorite time of writing was prior to the presumption of authorship, say the
time of Koheleth, called "Ecclesiates" in frozen, romanized English. In the
Hebrew it has a warm, languid feminine feel to it. At any rate, it was
"written" over a couple of hundred years by any number of people who just
aggregated onto what was being said, even translating back and forth between
Hebrew, Greek Aramaic, fused with commentary as all translation are, some even
imagining they were saying off the sayings of the man who slept with Wisdom
over a thousand Arabian nights. What free-loving, un- adutlerated fun!
I love this sort of aggregated saying: You say what I said what she said what
he said, what we all always already have been saying because philosophy always
says the same. By our aggregated saying, we are the most responsive of
audiences to/with one another, while the world looks on, overhears. Who cares
that there are only 95 people occasionally listening. Sometimes I think
there's no one. Everything's much quieter that way.
As to the fragmenting threads, I'm sure the redactor, editor, compositor,
canonizer will put something together before the deadline. Unless of course,
he's too busy drinking, which of course has never dared to happen.
Allen ("trying in his way to be free")
Quoting Tympan Plato <daxsein@xxxxxxxxxxx>:
>
> I don't know allen maybe its all the happiness and I'm glad you are back
> posting. I'm thinking about this notion of an amorphous audience which is
> slippery and frustrating. I keep loosing my thoughts on this so I'm trying
> to make it just a little stable. There is no end to this conversation it's
> like an unmanageable number of threads are unraveling before our eyes and
> this makes the worn out edges of this fabric we call textuality. The fringe
> elements are the unknown geniuses of the streets of Persephone, the
> beautiful losers as Cohen might say. Shadow citizens are not exactly a
> domesticated bunch and are not the subject of a sentence that could be
> expanded on which would make of writing an imperial enterprise. If this
> means that the s-o propositional order is in question that also means that
> authorial intentionality gives way to a network of intertwined relations, an
>
> operative handshake and embrace, an authentic worlding of the world takes
> place because one effectuates the healing of our social bonds that makes
> collective prolepsis possible, midrash. Intellectual property is not really
>
> an issue for a conversation with infinite threads that is distinctively
> hypertextual and improvisational or local. We feed on each other so it's
> cannibalistic. This is our food for thought here at this moment. Since
> language heals social bonds and therefore makes up a collective prolepsis
> then it's paralyzing, it's viscous like honey for busy new bees and it's a
> real beginning that one always has to win or occupy and busy oneself with.
> With the end of authorial intentionality that which emerges is a
> multiplicity made up of a communicative network of relations whose
> complexity is a mark of its abiding stability, its ability to linger and
> remain long enough to take root like a plant contributing to the
> biodiversity of Persephone which is liberated with the sad and tragic
> downfall of the liberal subject of language now in tears which although
> truly tragic gives way to irony and even more naively, gives way to humor.
>
>
> always willing to start over,
> tympan
>
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time of Koheleth, called "Ecclesiates" in frozen, romanized English. In the
Hebrew it has a warm, languid feminine feel to it. At any rate, it was
"written" over a couple of hundred years by any number of people who just
aggregated onto what was being said, even translating back and forth between
Hebrew, Greek Aramaic, fused with commentary as all translation are, some even
imagining they were saying off the sayings of the man who slept with Wisdom
over a thousand Arabian nights. What free-loving, un- adutlerated fun!
I love this sort of aggregated saying: You say what I said what she said what
he said, what we all always already have been saying because philosophy always
says the same. By our aggregated saying, we are the most responsive of
audiences to/with one another, while the world looks on, overhears. Who cares
that there are only 95 people occasionally listening. Sometimes I think
there's no one. Everything's much quieter that way.
As to the fragmenting threads, I'm sure the redactor, editor, compositor,
canonizer will put something together before the deadline. Unless of course,
he's too busy drinking, which of course has never dared to happen.
Allen ("trying in his way to be free")
Quoting Tympan Plato <daxsein@xxxxxxxxxxx>:
>
> I don't know allen maybe its all the happiness and I'm glad you are back
> posting. I'm thinking about this notion of an amorphous audience which is
> slippery and frustrating. I keep loosing my thoughts on this so I'm trying
> to make it just a little stable. There is no end to this conversation it's
> like an unmanageable number of threads are unraveling before our eyes and
> this makes the worn out edges of this fabric we call textuality. The fringe
> elements are the unknown geniuses of the streets of Persephone, the
> beautiful losers as Cohen might say. Shadow citizens are not exactly a
> domesticated bunch and are not the subject of a sentence that could be
> expanded on which would make of writing an imperial enterprise. If this
> means that the s-o propositional order is in question that also means that
> authorial intentionality gives way to a network of intertwined relations, an
>
> operative handshake and embrace, an authentic worlding of the world takes
> place because one effectuates the healing of our social bonds that makes
> collective prolepsis possible, midrash. Intellectual property is not really
>
> an issue for a conversation with infinite threads that is distinctively
> hypertextual and improvisational or local. We feed on each other so it's
> cannibalistic. This is our food for thought here at this moment. Since
> language heals social bonds and therefore makes up a collective prolepsis
> then it's paralyzing, it's viscous like honey for busy new bees and it's a
> real beginning that one always has to win or occupy and busy oneself with.
> With the end of authorial intentionality that which emerges is a
> multiplicity made up of a communicative network of relations whose
> complexity is a mark of its abiding stability, its ability to linger and
> remain long enough to take root like a plant contributing to the
> biodiversity of Persephone which is liberated with the sad and tragic
> downfall of the liberal subject of language now in tears which although
> truly tragic gives way to irony and even more naively, gives way to humor.
>
>
> always willing to start over,
> tympan
>
> _________________________________________________________________
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>
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