Well it's better than diving off the bridge of sighs. Water comes in anywhere. I think a lot about the difference between Wandering and Slipping. I think of things very much in terms like -- the presence of angels (old and in the way) -- as provoking the process of slipping, because for me thats what language does.
Wandering, I do here, I do in books... Wandering lets you find things, even tho you dont know where it's necessarily going. And I think that is true, about "uncertainty" in general.
This really is a question that goes back, not so much in terms of expertise perhaps, but the nature of systems (of thought) in general and the uncertainty principle --
Political issues I think occur at level of psychology, because listening to Trumps Backers I see online I am startled by their lack of knowing anything about what Trump is doing beyond mere slogans?
Policy comes out of Heritage, which uses the gifts of rhetoric to explain why getting rid of overtime, getting rid of taxes for THEM, etc, is a very pretty thing, it is all conjecture made to look pretty one day. But the reality is Very Hard on Peoples Lives except theirs.
Provocative thoughts, Dusty. Thanks for reading and sharing. I think you, especially, understand that “Wandering lets you find things, even tho you dont know where it's necessarily going.” One might say because…
You link this sentiment to no frigate like a book and physical spaces like mountains where embracing uncertainty is a positive force for discovery. The contrary, dying for certainty, seeking certainty, forecloses discovery. Slippage. Wandering happens textually and physically in the folds of ambiguity and the possible and the real. Wandering is living in space with language whether bot, snot, rot, or hot.
Slipping seems to be connected to mental and simulated language itself and "the presence of angels (old and in the way)." I’m intrigued here. The phrase suggests slipping might be more directed (pushed, forced) or involuntary. Language in the world or in the mind isn’t the language we wander onto in the New York library. It’s duplicitous. It has more angels
The mention of "angels" being "old and in the way" establishes that privileged ways of thinking deceive us wrapped in the good graces of authority and constrain our thought processes.
There's a deeper philosophical connection being made to the uncertainty principle, I think, especially irt words suggesting that the contrast between wandering and slipping relates to questions about how we can ever know anything with angels flying in our brains and being caught in authorized systems of Heritage thought.
Your comment makes an unexpected pivot to politics, specifically about Trump supporters and policy formation. I connect it back to earlier thoughts on language and systems. Political rhetoric ("gifts of rhetoric") creates a disconnect between wandering in a field of language and slippery reality where angelic words mask real evil no simulation. I don’t mean to put words in your mouth. Straighten me out like a bent nail where I’m wrong. Where I slipped.
You suggest that the gap between human language (pretty conjecture) and reality (hard on people's lives) is particularly problematic in political discourse, drawing a parallel to my discussion of AI, language, and meaning. Simulated language is more humane than Trumps slop.
Reading between the lines, you might be drawing a connection between my exploration of simulated language systems and broader questions about how material language functions in society, particularly how it can either reveal truth (through wandering) or obscure it (through slipping into predetermined patterns). People seem to be more susceptible to hallucinations in real language than they are in bot speak.
Thanks again. I enjoyed wandering around in your words:)
Wittgenstein did a thing on language and uncertainty that ties in a way back with Empson on compression and meaning being found by poets inventing phraseful wanderings in past present and future. I think I am too busy wandering in, to ever do a strictly academic paper. However much I may want to. The review of it takes its own jurisdiction. Tho, I found that is not untrue completely in others academics, like de Mann, he wanders bit. It's really very secondary I think to what I do. But also allows for engagement with it in a way that just thinks, without worry too much about the platform or something....
You can write anything you set your mind to. Peer review can be a high point, but jurisdiction it is, and sometimes chaotic. A paper I soloed got looped into five cycles of review over 18 months. I got it published in a more prestigious journal in about six months. I privilege coherence in my academic texts to give me space to wander; these blogs are fun in that I can say what I think, slip sliding away as Paul wrote. I’m always praying for a poem to show its face. Poems never let me down.
Well it's better than diving off the bridge of sighs. Water comes in anywhere. I think a lot about the difference between Wandering and Slipping. I think of things very much in terms like -- the presence of angels (old and in the way) -- as provoking the process of slipping, because for me thats what language does.
Wandering, I do here, I do in books... Wandering lets you find things, even tho you dont know where it's necessarily going. And I think that is true, about "uncertainty" in general.
This really is a question that goes back, not so much in terms of expertise perhaps, but the nature of systems (of thought) in general and the uncertainty principle --
Political issues I think occur at level of psychology, because listening to Trumps Backers I see online I am startled by their lack of knowing anything about what Trump is doing beyond mere slogans?
Policy comes out of Heritage, which uses the gifts of rhetoric to explain why getting rid of overtime, getting rid of taxes for THEM, etc, is a very pretty thing, it is all conjecture made to look pretty one day. But the reality is Very Hard on Peoples Lives except theirs.
Provocative thoughts, Dusty. Thanks for reading and sharing. I think you, especially, understand that “Wandering lets you find things, even tho you dont know where it's necessarily going.” One might say because…
You link this sentiment to no frigate like a book and physical spaces like mountains where embracing uncertainty is a positive force for discovery. The contrary, dying for certainty, seeking certainty, forecloses discovery. Slippage. Wandering happens textually and physically in the folds of ambiguity and the possible and the real. Wandering is living in space with language whether bot, snot, rot, or hot.
Slipping seems to be connected to mental and simulated language itself and "the presence of angels (old and in the way)." I’m intrigued here. The phrase suggests slipping might be more directed (pushed, forced) or involuntary. Language in the world or in the mind isn’t the language we wander onto in the New York library. It’s duplicitous. It has more angels
The mention of "angels" being "old and in the way" establishes that privileged ways of thinking deceive us wrapped in the good graces of authority and constrain our thought processes.
There's a deeper philosophical connection being made to the uncertainty principle, I think, especially irt words suggesting that the contrast between wandering and slipping relates to questions about how we can ever know anything with angels flying in our brains and being caught in authorized systems of Heritage thought.
Your comment makes an unexpected pivot to politics, specifically about Trump supporters and policy formation. I connect it back to earlier thoughts on language and systems. Political rhetoric ("gifts of rhetoric") creates a disconnect between wandering in a field of language and slippery reality where angelic words mask real evil no simulation. I don’t mean to put words in your mouth. Straighten me out like a bent nail where I’m wrong. Where I slipped.
You suggest that the gap between human language (pretty conjecture) and reality (hard on people's lives) is particularly problematic in political discourse, drawing a parallel to my discussion of AI, language, and meaning. Simulated language is more humane than Trumps slop.
Reading between the lines, you might be drawing a connection between my exploration of simulated language systems and broader questions about how material language functions in society, particularly how it can either reveal truth (through wandering) or obscure it (through slipping into predetermined patterns). People seem to be more susceptible to hallucinations in real language than they are in bot speak.
Thanks again. I enjoyed wandering around in your words:)
Wittgenstein did a thing on language and uncertainty that ties in a way back with Empson on compression and meaning being found by poets inventing phraseful wanderings in past present and future. I think I am too busy wandering in, to ever do a strictly academic paper. However much I may want to. The review of it takes its own jurisdiction. Tho, I found that is not untrue completely in others academics, like de Mann, he wanders bit. It's really very secondary I think to what I do. But also allows for engagement with it in a way that just thinks, without worry too much about the platform or something....
You can write anything you set your mind to. Peer review can be a high point, but jurisdiction it is, and sometimes chaotic. A paper I soloed got looped into five cycles of review over 18 months. I got it published in a more prestigious journal in about six months. I privilege coherence in my academic texts to give me space to wander; these blogs are fun in that I can say what I think, slip sliding away as Paul wrote. I’m always praying for a poem to show its face. Poems never let me down.