Alloplastic stratum
Shakespeare and Math. From Wasteland to Junkyard, forced me into learning how to edit.
Book now is at 210 chaps. Has so far, fanned out into three distinct sections. And sections in the sections. Another 100 pages to section out. Will probably collapse 25-40 what already started on.
Easier finish the second than first. Because notes on the second went on for years, on my site before I ever showed up here, and in that way its already done.
Was thinking for fun if I can find balls, a small mass of Sendy Wendy. Like back in old Creem days: just pushed and pushed and pushed the issue. For about a year or two, turned into a Petty for Bangs. But then: started loosing present tense… Did some horrific things. Along with being clumsy, uncool, and breaking apart into unrecognizables.
Most agents are cool with sending in first few chapters as long as can come up with a manuscript.
H8 ate my writing
Had to be edited. Its gooey rhymy and full of bitter reckonings, fully admittedly tedious, lush, redundantly (as many have before) falling into the fallen, swells of pastiche and gloom, sacred and absurd, madness and terror, and fighting with its seductions. As well as for an umbrella from the horror of my own contempt. Religion as a part of philosophy, is all over it.
Cioran in todays entry, outrightly fighting being part of any systematization again. Standardization and systemization is where am with Beckett on the Greeks.
Cioran is a great complainer. I love that about him. His journal is a beaut. He has his own system of usages. Journal he is free falling. His detail is fascinating. And not that far, at times, from my own at times.
The only system that is overdetermined to be or not, is whatever he is and not. In the journal.
Systemitizing. I am a bit. Second book. Cleaning up the junkyard writing. Its jacked up wasteland, my wasteland trilogies — trying to get out of it. And in that regard, a little Kafkaesque. Explores that sort of melancholy. Shelley’s all over it. Not his words, or rhyming structure, but somehow its in there, in my cadences.
Birth of nonsense rhymes
My junkyard notes, included infantile mockery, in regards to my managing just to hold on, try pull myself up. And has fallen back into making silly wee wee joke rhymes. Most just cut. Some mutate into something other than excrementals. Working with excrementals is tough if you dont want to be a person with a dick about it. Practically impossible…
Still fighting with innocence, bird in cage (of love) stuck there, pecking at her own piss. Figuring now through its repetitive descents, kicking around the poetic, cliche and the sublime, perfectly trite in that I grumble through the familiar, and then take the salad bowl up and toss it around till it works for me, researching every word. Seem to be trying to create my own “impersonation” of simplicity for it.
Beckett goes off on Democratus inventing materials science. Stealing terms I am finding in it. Like Fire Atoms. Stay informed here.
Alloplastic stratum
Recognizables are showing up for stuff I already knew about, in Beckett’s Notes. He fills in his version of its history and opines as an insider.
Reviewed Academia article on Deleuze etc. author there asked me to. But only with my point of view as a person who is not a philosopher, but who likes to read in that area too. Stole phrase from it — Alloplastic stratum:
Alloplasty is a surgical procedure performed to substitute and repair defects within the body with the use of synthetic material. It can also be performed in order to bridge wounds. Deleuze and Guattari, philosophically coin alloplastic stratum as one of 3 major groups of strata, neither inorganic or organic, but an integration of humans with technology.
I bring up to the author of the Academia article á la Ray Bradbury: Decease as many helper words as can. For too many slows it down. Many of them are just there as finder words, using to get in after concept, while writing.
What repetitions are: connect into char. Doesnt matter what it is. If it shows up again. I start to think of it as a part of the character of what I am doing.
I have my own language for approaching fiction now, its been developing since Joyce ran into NC. In me.
Recognizables
Recognizables: Beckett brought in once that I remember, a shipwreck that had happened in Europe, late 20s early 30s. Never heard of it so I looked it up. I am not going to track that down now. It is probably in Murphy! Section on way to see Celia.
The second book is conspiring, differently from the first now. Thinking about the second while writing the first and how it is different. Discussing if can share and expand on. Underneath. Allow continuity…
Second book comes out of pur vomitous, first is being written fresh.
Was desperate. For door. Crow on door. To escape from negs. Forgiveness is serene. Even if you have to fight to get it. From a certain entrusted monster, his kindness at end gave me serenity. Kindness matters too.
Shakespeare and Math
I pull in some simple math but overall its closer to Shakespeares use of math than Pynchon or Wallace. Though I do employ explanation of math concepts mostly in 6th to 8th grade english (or at least try to) and it is a char in the book. There is an agent I know who works mostly with science and math books. Before publish could send it to her. Annoy the agents annoy the agents.
In Pynch and Wallace, it is at times jokey, touches farce as well as serious.
I went looking to see how Shakespeare handled, did he bring it in?
“Turn to mathematics when you can stomach it.”
from THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.
Found a book called Shakespeare’s Mathematical Life and Times, by Rob Castaway. Took notes on it. Here is link to Shakespeare quotes, that are in my notes pulled from book by Rob Castaway.
How much did Shakes get into it I suddenly had to know, was running into it in etymology.