Friday, May 25, 2007

On Humors

My father has a crude and liberal humor which he can apply to make me laugh or wince equally. His gaze is cruel and astute, but never malicious or demonic. He capers, and plays with appearances and innuendos. He is like me, in that we can pick out a thing, a word, or situation that does not quite fit with its proceedings, and focus on it, often to the other person's embarrassment. We are the ringleaders, not amiss to gathering attention to ourselves and our victims by cracking our whips on the poor beasts, scathing them. We torment not to death, but to riotous emotion, and then at the height of the emotion expect the victim to laugh at the absurdity of his or her own passion, and the insignificance of its origin.

My father has a crude and liberal humor which he can apply to make me laugh or wince equally. His gaze is cruel and astute, but never malicious or demonic. He capers, and plays with appearances and innuendos. He is like me, in that we can pick out a thing, a word, or situation that does not quite fit with its proceedings, and focus on it, often to the other person's embarassment. We are the doctors, not amiss to gathering attention to ourselves and our patients by scrutinizing with fervor for the slightest ill. We diagnose not to treat, but to display a spectrum of emotion, and at the height of the emotion expect the patient to nod and comprehend the humanity of his or her own passion, and the insignificance of its origin.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Cast Off, Adrift, And Alone

Recent conversations with several (slightly sneering) socialist-leaning co-workers from ghetto neighborhoods, in addition to revelatory trivia such as this, have been putting me into a bit of an epistemological funk, lately.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

I have seen the future, and it is...

... aesthetically pleasing. Nope, nothing more to add. It looks really nice. Next?

Samuel Beckett's "Not I"

A pretty amazing example of how subtle differences between mediums can become. This is the first half of the 1975 BBC version of Beckett's stage monologue "Not I." The piece is admirable for its high tension portrayal of the human condition in expressing traumatic experiences, but this particular adaptation is noticeable for how focus slowly and ultimately fades from the audial stream of the stage performances to the sinuous writhings of Billie Whitelaw's mouth. The first time watching the video, I said to myself, "Y'know, I'll bet people found something sexual about this," and lo!, a common simile involves a "vagina attempting to give birth to itself."

It's funny that at the time the film was broadcast, the imagery was disturbing enough to prompt a switch-over from color to black and white, while Stan Brakhage's Window, Water, Baby, Moving was filmed a good fifteen years beforehand. Talk about lingering squeamishness! (Link not safe for work, which is humorous in and of itself.)

(Full version of "Not I" here.)

And Of The Other Villains?

Every English teacher I've encountered so far has seen fit to speak disparagingly of Byron, portraying him at best as a free spirit who made numerous mistakes, and at worst as an amoral curmudgeon. While Byron was definitely not a model of morality, religious or otherwise, it strikes me as odd that he would be the bone to chew on, when there are plenty of other grim figures in literary history. Such be the price of fame.

“Nowadays things often start this way, the end at the beginning I mean. In the old days people had to wait years before they were allowed to go to bed and then found out that they didn’t really like each other, it had all been a mirage of their glands. If you start the other way round you won’t need to find out whether you really care.”

[ ... ]

“The whole point is that if you knock a woman about for long enough and get on her nerves and wear her down, there comes a moment when she suddenly feels how silly all this struggling and kicking is, so much ado about nothing.”
--Arthur Koestler, Arrival and Departure

Am I saying that rape should be taboo in literature? Definitely not! But if you're going to bother raving about the amorality of select authors in the first place, at least develop a frame of reference that doesn't make you look a little silly, and a known rapist writing on rape constitutes something 'more' than Byron's semi-solipsistic angst.

Postscript -- I've never read Koestler, and don't know much about his themes or literary philosophies. If one wishes to attack Byronian "will to power" or clumsy satire (a la The Vision of Judgement), go to, good fellow; but must we be subjected to these repetitive character studies?

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Alan Watts On Goals

A friend once told me to avoid forming "grand narratives" of my life. I'm inclined to agree -- how much satisfaction, and how many days, would we lose by ignoring the process and focusing on the end result?

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning——

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

--F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Transsexual Writing?

I know this is old news, but I found it interesting how my writings were divided fairly equally between male and female. On the whole, my fiction tends to be male, while my blog entries tend to be female. From the keywords used in the algorithm, the former is judged based on descriptive and locative tendencies -- the, is, as, what, around, it, above, to -- while the latter is based on connections, such as 'with,' 'if,' 'not,' 'when,' 'your,' 'and,' and so on.

My main question now is, "Why am I a freak?!"

Quote Of The Day: The Prophecy

Found at The Valve;

We cannot, in short, look very long or very hard at criticism, whether it be today’s or that of the past, without noting that its most striking characteristic is its vagueness. That it is often, even generally, dogmatic, does not affect this fact in the slightest. It is natural to man to overstate that which he wishes to believe and wishes others to believe; he is never so unreasonable as when, with eyes as cloudily bright as the chimaeras they see, he gives himself up to the fine ecstasy of pure theory. For the merest phrase, the slightest shading of his theory, remote howsoever it may lie from the actual, he will lay down his life as if in defense of his very threshold. This devotion has it shining aspect, certainly, but rather because it supplies the energy for accomplishment than because it supplies any sort of precision. It speeds the poet but snares the scientist. And the more we examine criticism, from Plato and Aristotle to Coleridge and Arnold and Croce, the more we perceive it to be riddled with theory. Any sense of responsibility to the facts - and not to one fact, but to all the facts - is extraordinarily intermittent, and that critic seems to be a faint-hearted creature who has no grand solution to offer us, whether it be “emotion recollected in tranquility,” or “natural magic,” or "intuition.” What literature of criticism we have in English - and it is slight, for the Anglo-Saxon is not by nature a good critic - is littered with sham jewels of this sort, which have a pleasant gleam, but give little light. And this deplorable vagueness, this almost total lack of any system or scale of values, with its inevitably solipsistic outcome, is in a large measure the gift of what we call “aesthetic” criticism.
- Conrad Aiken, “A Basis For Criticism” (1923), from Collected Criticism

Despite how out-of-date the snobbishness towards Anglo-Saxon criticism is, Mr. Aiken seems to be proferring a very current and poignant stab at the very theory dogmatists and aesthetic art qua art-ists I have problems with. Fellows, it seems I have some reading to attend to.

Monday, May 7, 2007

The Bog

Whenever I refer to essays and literary analyses I've written, I'm almost invariably confronted with the phrase, "Oh, so you're doing better in school?" As I am a rather lackadaisacal traditional scholar, I can appreciate the sentiment and concern for my well-being implied in the statement, but at the same time feel agitated by the even deeper assumption that is made about the learning process. It seems that most people I come into contact with, despite vague notions of "research" and "research institutions," view knowledge as an essentially stagnant body, full of basic truths to be absorbed and then put into action in a career environment.

I blame this in a large part to the lack of dynamics in the high school environment. While a general knowledge base is essential to further learning, and most people will continue on with strict career-oriented goals, to call this education is almost an abuse of the term. My favorite teacher in high school was in English, and confronted her classes with a rather surprising assertion -- not only can you write with grammatical precision, you can write well. What's more, books aren't strictly imaginitive, historical, or for enjoyment -- you can accomplish as many goals as you set your mind to with them. There are essays to be read, viewpoints to be digested. I can only imagine how my interest, let alone my knowledge and grade point average, would have been different if I'd had a math teacher take a similar tract by showing how theorems were reached, rather than memorizing and applying formulae with mechanical absurdity.

It's nothing that hasn't been written on in the past. Standardized test scores, state curriculum, teacher and administrative tenure... But it makes me wonder why there is shock when technological innovation doesn't have the effect it theoretically should. After all, the information that is expected to be absorbed is little different than what can be obtained from the standard textbooks. I wouldn't be surprised to find there was no change, or even detrimental change, if a person were to sell their cart in exchange for an automobile, and then promptly harness it to a horse, and I'm not surprised here. Technological innovation requires changes in the process of implementation, and is not an end in and of itself. More thought experimentation in the class rooms, please?

Saturday, May 5, 2007

Quote Of The Day: 'Planning' In The English Departments

"The movement for planning owes its present strength largely to the fact that, while planning is in the main still an ambition, it unites almost all the single-minded idealists, all the men and women who have devoted their lives to a single task. The hopes they place in planning, however, are the result not of a comprehensive view of society but rather of a limited view and often the result of a great exaggeration of the importance of the ends they place foremost."
--Friedrich Hayek, The Road To Serfdom

Every good English major knows that if every person in the world had full bellies and amenities with fewer hours in the work week, more time would be spent relishing those good old enlightening novels.

Friday, May 4, 2007

New Criticism & Critical Rationalism

One of the primary dangers of any general theory of literature, and by extension its criticism processes, is the attempt to reduce all aspects of the field to one easily conceived entity. A Marxist might see any work he or she comes across as indicative of the author's and characters' relationship to economic condition and class consciousness, while the feminist examines the roles of gender and sexuality in the literary canon. One of my literature professors (American lit to be precise) compared literary theories to "philosphical lenses through which one can try to come to terms with the meaning and production of literary art." If so, the lenses are those of microscopes, and in the frenzied search for the Great Quanta from which All is spawned, the theory disciple's tunnel vision leaves them blind to occurrences on the larger scale.

As in these movements' relationships with other fields, frustration sets in with the inability to escape the limitations placed by the theories, and this holds especially true for the attempted critical process based on these conceptions. Any thematic interpretation of a work, no matter how far removed from the focus of an ideaology-specific theory, recurves back to the guiding principles. Simultaneously, any argument proffered against that particular interpretation finds its roots trapped in the same mire. Revulsion towards the proffered literary/world view is explicable by that world view, and so on and so on, ad infinitum.

A critical rationalist would recognize this claustrophobic cycle as a lack of falsifiability in the original theory. Like Plato's republic, it succeeds with its goals, then smugly closes the doors to progress or further comprehension, protecting itself with circumstantial ad hominems in lieu of guardians. As frustrating as it seems, when confronted with this sort of behavior, the best policy is generally to holster your guns and head to the saloon for a cooldown. A turtle may be safe within its shell, but I promise it won't be going anywhere while it's bunkered down.

So how can one safely interpret literature, as is the goal of most of the more widely accepted theories, without falling into doctrinal quicksand? First, know your criteria -- objective, falsifiable understanding of the work. Separate the 'why' of literature from the 'what' of literature. Explanation of the human need for literature belongs to other fields, hard and social sciences, not the interpretation of literature itself. If that doesn't suffice for you, you may want to look into those fields, or content yourself with the knowledge that art of any form has a goal, no matter how commonplace or lofty, whether interpretive, sheerly aesthetic, emotional, or any combination.

Next, decide which facts are cogent to meet the criteria. Here is where New Criticism tends to differ from other interpretive methods; for many, the text is the manifest will of the author. For the New Critic, the will of the author only matters insofar as it is displayed through the text, and can, in fact, serve as one measure of a particular writer's skill. While this may seem counter-intuitive, remember the dangers of other closed-circuit literary criticisms. When the author's intent is the final, divine stamp on the matter, falsifiability goes right out the window.

Consider a text as a universe in and of itself, and yourself as the scientist attempting an understanding of that universe. You are a religious person, and adhere to the laws and viewpoints of your particular doctrine, but you also desire practical exploration of the universe on which to build and develop. Now, imagine that in your experimentation or research, you come across facts that are directly contradictory to your religious doctrine. As a religious person, you may be tempted to ignore the findings, but this is outright rejection of an approximation of truth that has already been found, and if such a rejection were to come to light in the scientific community, your ethos as a scientist would be severely depleted. The best course is to attempt to determine how the doctrine and the findings came to differ; in this way, you can hone your understanding of the universe without contradicting your religious beliefs. While the analogy isn't perfect, consider the author as the text's God; he created the world, but now we are left to explore it and make sense of it in the best way we know to keep intellectual honesty intact.

So if we rule out authorial intent as the primary method by which we obtain literary objectivity, what is left? Quite simply, the text. There are laws by which language works, and we can utilize these to dissect and interpret meaning. Science tests hypotheses and arrives at conclusions based on data. Even so, application of our laws of language can lead to insight, or, in the extreme and delightful cases, the laws themselves expanded through the witnessing of a turn of phrase or syntactical device that leads to directions previously unexplored.

Any person has the capacity to interpret facts in different ways, but this is the beauty of reading what is rather than forcing outside preconceptions on the framework. Any interpretation based solely on text is already superior to others because it allows for disagreement, reinterpretation, and progress. In this way, literature becomes dynamic, rather than an exercise in ivory tower intellectuals discussing Truths from dusty tomes. In actuality, the text becomes dynamic even to the individual attempting the interpretation, as they're encouraged to read repeatedly and on many different levels -- the first time through for a general idea, again for interpretive purposes, again for aesthetic and emotional purposes, and so on. Fluidity of meaning provides greater accessibility, encouraging discussion and reevaluation of ideas, while avoiding the ultimate frustration of banging one's head against a doctrinal wall. Even better, one does not have to abandon one's literary theory in order to delve into a text using New Criticism. Evidence can still be found through the text to support your ideas, but the difference is that the text molds the idea rather than vice versa.

Once again, it should be noted that this is an interpretive viewpoint of art, and aims for objectivity and intellectual honesty in idea-transfer. Strictly aesthetic and emotional stances towards art do exist, and for a perspective on whether or not interpretation cheapens these aspects of art, look towards Susan Sontag's Against Interpretation. For myself, the two experiences are not mutually exclusive, and I tend to find Sontag's stance towards art as limiting as the other theories earlier mentioned. But that, as they say, is a story for another time.

Thursday, May 3, 2007

On Shooting Oneself In The Foot

Despite the murkiness of the entire situation, a recent statement by U.S. diplomat Stephen Young shows that, even with the noblesse oblige inherent in America's dealings with Taiwan, there is a recognition that it's a pretty good idea to, y'know, not irritate China more than is absolutely necessary. China responds to incentives, seeking rapid growth, and a surefire way to get in trouble is to appear as a direct threat to that progress. Given the relationship between China and America, positive reinforcement appears more prone to promoting liberalizing influence in China than negative. A little more carrot, a little less stick. Hopefully this stance against Taiwanese offensive weaponry is an indicator, however slight, that we're moving away from a covert-Teddy philosophy where Asia is concerned. In the meantime, maybe it's just me, but statements such as

"This is Taiwan's domestic problem, unrelated to the United States or U.S.-Taiwan ties,"
by Taiwanese legislators seems a cue to ignore even sentimental attachment to Taiwan, let alone political. It's annoying enough to have to save an adult from an oncoming truck, but when the fellow turns around and kicks you in the shins, it's downright absurd.

(Addendum -- Of course, even incentives don't guarantee that change will always come swiftly, but any improvement at all is still... well, improvement.)