Honor the Fallen

Value of Keeping Notes. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.

Find value in keeping notes here for my Novel. So can use as reference as needed. Just checked back on something today, researched and dropped here previously.

I get lost in names, I remember what and where, but who is a ghost I am looking through, in a way. Its name turns into a “blank slate.”

Sub Stacking

Shakespeare’s chunks in plays — that mingle with rhyme, I call Sub Stacking. I often think of Shakes in terms of stacking the deck, and within in pursuing movement, where ease in and out, using different sets of “wavelengths.”

Rhymes to me are like scales on a piano — that initially, unthinking, sit down and start showing up, if only to see where they show up, again and again.

I wonder if musicians do that for places to start if they are trying to find its epiphany…

Fondness for The Fallen

Falling back into reading religious works. Cioran is a religious writer.

Needs must — perforce myself back through Bataille. to find quotes on St. Theresa d’Avila, saw two already, I believe, in Cioran.

Interior Castle and her Seven Mansions. She has an arrow through the throat in imagery!!

Santa Muerta….

Love these quotes from Cioran

These are out of some of my latest translation for him —

The more a writer is original, the bigger risk to date and bore: as soon as one gets used to his tricks, it is finished. True originality is unaware of its means author must be carried by his talents; instead of directing and exploiting it.

An ingenious mind flees its talent, that is to say, invents it. Isn’t that the definition of a man of letters?

In the work, the horrible must exalt; if he creates unease, it’s of a poor quality.

1.1.60 CIORANs Journals

THESE THREE QUOTES. I really take them all to heart.

Last up first, in dealing with the horrible, and not create unease???? I run into that again and again, and then drill down with shakespeare, to metagrabolize it.

I dont flee any of it anymore. Whatever the talons is. Thanks to NC. Instead I find it, and then go after it, fiction is considered pure invention. But I tend towards believing it exists already in language inherently — coming right out of Battle of the Trees discovery of the Subjective.

In a way, Trees finds subjectivity, and Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind by Jaynes, exposes it as cognition, cognition of its discovery, in regards to the subjective, reaching a limit…

I think a lot about how to handle horror. Religious intonations fairly close to Cioran emerge from darkness wearing arrows through my throat.

And its that arrow, in a way, am going after —

Exhibiting Talons

Also NOT destroying my talent!? Which happened again and again — as a war over my becoming an “exhibit.”

Still what Cioran says, basically encompasses all that. And of course his being Cioran, has to take it the cognition, out to its infirm, to its limit… I always think about that with Cioran, the value he is for me, of his treading after limits.

Limits reduce gradient, makes into grain…

I had a talent that was an inability to escape forms in rhyme as a way of finding language —As is true of my infancy and the rhyme rollers… learned language there, in syllable relations and repetitions.

Memories of language arrives there as beauty suddenly popping up in the “unknown” — en arrivant de — as an arrival in time — Beauty is French, belle and bete, and that “le double” is always at work!

That idea of there being no beauty without the beast, who is a monster, with a heart.

Cioran that fuck, uses a version of that phrase, en arrivant, in the most wonderful of places….

Acts of Folly and Grace… KEEP WrITInG