Tilla posts:
>So I'm sent into a slight panic that nothing is not worth keeping if that
>means valueless in terms of meaning, I just have to grit my teeth and forget
>their significance; drop significance into the bin because I can't keep it
>all without becoming a pathological hoarder.
>From a practical point of view everything is "worth keeping"-if worth can
be transated into rent/beer and time.Therefore,bars of soap,false
teeth,sparrows painted to pass as canaries(always a good lurk) python's
paws(good with the Hampstead kiddie set)dogs tooth Buddha relics(vast
potential in America)-all these and so much more are all alternatives to
the horrifying alternative of having to work for someone else.
Becoming a pathological hoarder(don't knock it) can also be a treasure
trove;ten sonnets per day addressed to and inspired by the imagined or
real history of each object-interfaced with x set of other objects dancing
with even more object friends-no end of permutative pleasuring.
If however, you have to grit your teeth because you havn't got room for
shelving the eleven hundredth milk carton maybe its time to give the
fanciful world of objects a break and go back to Plato or Diogenes in his
barrel,poor aulde sodde.No matter how extreme the spring cleaning, we'd
still hoard the conceptual signifiers,and the purely linguistical strain of
virus would still arise to convince us of the intense and urgent claim to
meaning.
Perhaps meanings are transitory affairs in any case- but neccessary
fictions to be hoarded in order to get the Work done.
Thinkest thou?
best from afar,
Kiwiwil.
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