I enjoyed Peter's ruminant zig-zags, of Prynne-(nm)ess.
The one aspect, to me (?), being denied in this discussion
is that of laughter. I don't mean snide laughter, or a
laughing at the attempt to read or gather meaning. I mean
the simple laughter, from pleasurable bafflement.
A Charlie Chang moment, or Holmes / Watson
interchange. The joy of misunderstanding. Aren't
people with a day ticket to Alton Towers, 'dipper cargo'?
I don't feel defeated by such admissions. They are the
machines in the 'fitness' centre that stretch those
'muscles' too often left in knots. Yes, partly it's
Barthes 'pleasure of the text' territory. Partly, it's
'essay', setting out under other navigational imperatives
than conventionalsed closure. It's the performance
of language in the event of writing. Conscious mapping.
We don't always recognise where we are until we're
lost.
I find this positive, humane and affirming. Not by any
means only in Prynne btw, many others writing now.
Often his writing is slightly
too retentive, as Peter suggests. But the humour is present.
Brings us to ourselves. Defeat as wonder!
love and love
cris
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