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"oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said?"-Gwendolyn Brooks, The Mother
That's one of my favorite lines of poetry, both in context (read the poem, it's quite poignant) and out. I feel as though it's been my rallying cry for about the last seven months. I'll tell you the truth right now-I actually wrote a really satisfying post about five minutes ago, which I accidentally deleted, and am now trying to recreate. I am failing miserably. It's alright-the experience of attempted expression was a good exercise, and now you all are spared the murmurings that result from a prolonged state of delirium, and possibly malnutrition.
There is a difference between talking to one's self and talking to others-I'm back in solitary confinement, where I've only just discovered this, through tears and prayer. There's also a difference between talking to people and talking to God, something to do with a consciousness of conditions that's necessary with the one but never the other. In any case, I have wanted for some time to speak to you all; I hope that you have time to listen, perhaps I've said something after all.
-Nina
One more thing: isn't it contradictory to title something "Untitled"-it's an absolutely bold-faced lie to all who read it, a mockery. It's a maddening sort of folly, like someone saying "I am not"-"Alice in Wonderland" type stuff that cannot be argued with, and only perpetuates the hysteria that continually rises in us all.
That's one of my favorite lines of poetry, both in context (read the poem, it's quite poignant) and out. I feel as though it's been my rallying cry for about the last seven months. I'll tell you the truth right now-I actually wrote a really satisfying post about five minutes ago, which I accidentally deleted, and am now trying to recreate. I am failing miserably. It's alright-the experience of attempted expression was a good exercise, and now you all are spared the murmurings that result from a prolonged state of delirium, and possibly malnutrition.
There is a difference between talking to one's self and talking to others-I'm back in solitary confinement, where I've only just discovered this, through tears and prayer. There's also a difference between talking to people and talking to God, something to do with a consciousness of conditions that's necessary with the one but never the other. In any case, I have wanted for some time to speak to you all; I hope that you have time to listen, perhaps I've said something after all.
-Nina
One more thing: isn't it contradictory to title something "Untitled"-it's an absolutely bold-faced lie to all who read it, a mockery. It's a maddening sort of folly, like someone saying "I am not"-"Alice in Wonderland" type stuff that cannot be argued with, and only perpetuates the hysteria that continually rises in us all.
posted by Nina at 10:33 PM
1 Comments:
perhaps you could apply Derrida's work on the appropriation of the Preface to your entitlement dilemma. It's always nice to see signs of contemplation.
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