Hi Alan,
it's going to be somewhat similar to the question about what you mean by
'meaning'.
Re:
>a licensed misreading. I imagine it could.
I'd ask from which department of higher authority
one might apply for a license? Then, how such a
license might generate 'misreading'? Curious that
imagination is what drives the possibility of a
licensed misreadig in this scenario.
Those 'permissions' which nibble at your faith
are taken rather than given surely.
Perhaps, we already have 'licensed readings' a go-go.
But you raise issues around the teaching of literature.
Many skeletons, too many cupboards.
I would teach 'readings' as stemming from attention
to engagement with detail in relation to compositional trajectories
in writing. Social context of the 'text', terrain of syntax,
tensions mobilised. Then there are the tried and tested
tools of semiotic analysis, testing dominant, oppositional 'readings'
and so on.
There are two discursive 'schools' of communication studies:
1. proposes that communication is simply 'the transmission of messages'
2. proposes communication as 'the production and exchange of meanings'.
I'd reckon that 'writing' and 'reading' involve both - and the encoding,
decoding and re-encoding of both.
I write, and read, with the strong suspicion that 'communication' is a hit
and miss affair. Those 'meanings' which i intend are not necessarily those
meanings which any two or more readers will necessarily 'get' or reach
concensus on. Such problematics will of course also change through time.
I.E. what seems the foreground meaning to me now might recede and make a
path for other meanings that i was not so frontally conscious of forming
and vice versa.
The idea of putting words to work, like rowers in a Roman galley, doesn't
appeal to this writer. The complexities of seas, the tides, the drowned and
the wrecked, the winds, the seven colours of the oceans and fuzzy
boundaries where one becomes an other there, the beckoning lands and
harbours, fellow sailors, hooks and lines, companions, conversation, birds
of the air and fishes of the sea, reefs, oil spills, rusty hulks and
bulkheads, floating weeds, trade, flotsam and jetsam of previous and
contemporary navigators, knots, shadow, storms, icebergs shearing into the
straits blah blah metaphor metaphor all seem too interesting to me to want
to go into battle under the plod of a lumpen drum.
give me intricate, breathing politics, weaving through the monolithic
logjams of the party line
love and love
cris
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