The constant return of the body

I needed to be 54 years old to get hit by this simple assessment : whatever we think or however we evolve, we constantly have to deal with our own body: its desires, its needs, its limitations, its changes, its… priorities

The metaphor I have is the “constant conversation” we have to do, between our own mind, and the tool we use : the body.

We’re hungry, or tired, or cold, or we get sick, we hav some “aches”. The body says nothing, but as it’s our vehicle, it is very powerful! The brain wants, but the body does. Or does NOT.

Or the contrary: Does the head want to sleep and get some rest, or the body?

In the time of Internet, we are used to read and talk and think, we do things without the body, apart from moving the mouse and typing on a keyboard.

And a little “bio-break” at times, to eat/pee/sleep.

When I watch my own hand on the table, it can be a little shock. It’s like “something” next to me, it’s mine, it’s… me. And it can be scary : it gets old and change, it can… stop.

Humans found strategies to feel their bodies : sports is one of them.

Etc : One could play with this conversation for a long time. But this lead, to me, to the concept of GESTURE.

Gestures of the hand, with a phone, a cigarette or spectacles. Feet, ways of walking, gestures of babies, of theater, of orchestra directors, dancing, writing, art making. Military gestures, lovers gestures, vintage gestures. To try, to hate, to mock, to be proud, or elegant.

Each subject is an article. This could be an entire blog… “Gestures”, les gestes, in French…

Sometimes, memories are gestures memories, right?

Thanks for reading!

JP

Photo : _bodylanguage_

the pressure of the unspeakable which wants to be spoken

I decided then to take as a guide for my new analysis the attraction I felt for certain photographs. For this attraction, at least, I was certain. What to call it? Fascination? No, this photograph which I pick out and which I love has nothing in common with the shiny point which sways before your eyes and makes your head swim; what it produces in me is the very opposite of hebetude; something more like an internal agitation, an excitement, a certain labor too, the pressure of the unspeakable which wants to be spoken.

Roland Barthes – Camera Lucida

 

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Photo : Burt Glinn

 

…what it produces in me is the very opposite of hebetude; something more like an internal agitation, an excitement, a certain labor too, the pressure of the unspeakable which wants to be spoken.

Isn’t it great? Isn’t it the great, perfect expression of a seed for a thinker? What catches your brain, and why? A photography, a poem, a music? A conversation, an idea, a blog article?

Who knows this? :

the pressure of the unspeakable which wants to be spoken

“Filled Flat Storage Space”, a story to write

I had a dream, it could be a beginning.

I’m a woman in a yellow room of an hospital or asylum. I’m locked with two other women with no importance.

A visitor comes, a woman too, who brings me a couple devices : strange spectacles with a blocked (but removable) eye, a blazing metallic spiral. I’m very interested in those.

These are things she brought me to “make me think”. As if I was desperately hungry of “things to think about”.

She was also talking to me in a mysterious and smiling way, giving me ideas to munch, as gifts.

Then I had the sight of a row of notebooks, on a shelf.

In a way, thanks to this friend from the outside world, I get ideas, I munch’em, and transform them into words.

 

What do we do with this? A strategy to escape the asylum? Or like in Silence of the Lambs, does the friend use me to investigate on complex things? What happens when one day she doesn’t come anymore? What are these devices? Who were these persons before the locking up?

Thanks for reading! Have fun!

 

 

 

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The Listener Type – Chronicle 41

The Listener is someone who has and is able to spend a whole evening helping a friend. The Listener in the end of a “being an ear” afternoon, hears this goodbye at the door, from the person who goes away emptied and relieved : “And how about you?”. Implied “You’re always good, aren’t you?” – probably.

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Idea for a short story :

“Obedient to a strong promise made in the past, he wrote a letter every day to his lover and… read it to her on her grave. One day, there’s a funeral. The day after he comes with his letters to discover there’s another name on the tomb : her husband”.

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Lise Bourbeau says that the wounds of our childhood makes us build masks to protect us. Rejection makes you shifty, Injustice makes you stiff, Abandonment makes you dependant, Treason makes you bossy, and Humiliation makes you a masochist. I love her way to say we can’t do anything against it, you can’t heal, but accept and use them as skills : I’ll develop another day.

More here : https://kayapinri.wordpress.com/2015/05/20/the-5-wounds-of-the-soul/

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Possible Waldgängers :

  1. A party. Someone takes a book and go read under a tree listening to the party.
  2. In a city a pregnant woman walks
  3. An otaku watches forum discussions on his computer
  4. Voluntarily poor guy soliloquy
  5. Someone with cancer watches the world
  6. A child listens to adults on a couch, during a dinner
  7. A man in love – at work
  8. Someone with no TV talks with colleagues
  9. War time, a man hides in the woods, near a village

 

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Have a great day!

 

 

 

 

 

 

French Hair Splitting & Writer’s Pleasure Seepage

Hi everybody, and Happy New Year 2018!

I was writing an article called “Can our New Year’s Resolutions become our Best Wishes for others?”, where I spilled that I mostly wanted to carry on writing my little articles.

I split hairs in some of them, and, well, I like it. I have pleasure thinking about these micro-tools, patterns and other useless French thingumbobs. Plenty of fun!

In French we call it “Couper les cheveux en quatre” : “To cut hairs in four” – as you maybe know, for us a hair is a strand of hair, as we have many, we have “hairs” on our head (DES cheveux).

I know you say “to split hair”, I suppose the image is you split a strand of hair all along the line, right? In France we just take a strand of hair and cut it in four pieces, haha.

 

If I blog, it’s because I like to share, and I hope an article-tool can maybe be useful for one or a few persons. But what I love the most, it’s when someone feels that an article talks about something one knew, but one had never seen it written anywhere before. A little crystallization. Like : “Heyyyy but he’s right!”.

Splitting hairs, why? I know it’s negatively charged, but I imagine it’s OK too. It talks about taking a magnifier, to focus, to take care of a concept so small that nobody thought it deserved a study. It’s quirky but smiling. Meticulousness. Méticulosité.

 

I got a key from a reader (hello SHESOU_HEHYOU!) a few days ago in an article about how to find the smile in Cioran or Bernhard : From frowny eyes to hilarity : When you have to “find the fun” – Cioran & Bernhard.

She wrote :

Perhaps, it is just as Barthes said, in the Le plaisir du texte (1973), of ‘Jouissance’ :
“If I read this sentence, this story, or this word with pleasure, it is because they were written in pleasure (such pleasure does not contradict the writer’s complaints).”

That’s a good key, my friends : write, write, and write. As long as you have pleasure, even if you split hairs, or complain : you’re on a good path.

 

Have a nice day!

Jean-Pascal

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And also this : Paul Valéry about “writing for someone”?

 

 

Damn Lazy Rappers, an unexplored voice territory

So, yep, rap and rappers. It is what it is, and it’s, as usual, interesting to study the shades in the sound, the beat, the samples, lyrics and, well, voices.

Dark voices, fast flows, anger, laziness, there are plenty! Some voices are doubled, harmonized, etc. Each rapper, each group has its own thing, its style.

Good. But if you study this field a little longer, you also notice the narrowness of the territory. It’s always the saaaame…

I regret that, as the “flow” is THAT important in this area, the rivers of words are not more twisted, hurt, invented. They could increase force and tension by doing this. Rappers rap, but why don’t they bend over other styles, other ways of using human voice?

Here’s a lexical field :

  • Preacher
  • Incantations
  • Erratic
  • Muezzin
  • Idiot
  • Imprecation
  • Beat poetry
  • Gospel
  • Curse
  • Indian loops
  • Chant
  • Stravinsky irregular rhythm flow (cf the Rite)
  • Threnody
  • Silly monolog
  • Sprechgesang (cf Berg)
  • Speech
  • Walls of voices (cf Queen)
  • Faulknerian modulations
  • Elegy
  • Whispers weaving
  • Irregular
  • Vocodered yelling (cf Pinhas Houston 69)
  • Uncomfortable holes
  • Choking
  • Dark choir rap
  • Sporadic disappearance under musics
  • Dirge
  • Dissonances
  • Waltz
  • Melting sing & talk (write it on sheets)

 

Well : 1/ Invent more 2/ Prove me I’m wrong in the comments 3/ Combine two

 

Thanks for reading!

 

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The Serendipity Moment

The “Serendipity Moment”, it’s when you search something, then you accidentally find something else, and you realize that what you found is more important than what you were looking for in the first place…

But… are you ready for this?

“Chance favors only the prepared minds”, says Pasteur…

So it would be here : “searching something but keeping your mind opened enough to be able to notice an interesting “something else””?

Ohlalaaaa!

Bonne journée ! Bonnes trouvailles ! Thanks for reading!

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“What are amulets?” – Don’t expect salvation from an external principle

What are talimans, amulets? Don’t expect salvation from an external principle

This intriguing assertion comes from Friedrich Georg Jünger, Ernst Jünger’s brother. It’s like a warning against a useless tool.

And apart from medical issues maybe, I like to keep it in mind. If you want to stop smoking for example, you can use patches or pills or therapy or whatever, but the solution comes from you : discipline. The rest is nothing. You’re in charge. Take care.

Thanks for reading!

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Letters and Boxes – Hashtag “Old Times”

You write an email, it goes to Japan in one second. You can text people all around the world, you can call them, or even see them on your screen now, and talk. For HOURS. It’s free. It’s called Internet.

I was born in 1966, so when I was a young adult, say in 1986, there was no Internet. If you wanted to write to someone, you had to WRITE it, on paper, you had to POST it (should I say “ship”?). Stamp. Envelope. Write the address. You could put something in the envelope. You could perfume it. Yes you could, and you can.

Like Ernst Jünger says, “Tout gain s’accompagne d’une perte” – Every gain involves loss. At the age of Internet, we lost something about mail.

We lost the wait. The DELICIOUS and painful and exciting wait of a letter. All this implied so many things! You could write pages before you got the letter (of your lover, silly!), you could add words when you got a response, you could send a letter before you got one, inventing a double-ping-pong. It was exciting. It was BLISS.

Tools : 

Every gain involves loss. Never forget this. Apply and think to anything you find a “progress”. What did you lose, dear?

You CAN go back to old times. You love someone? As a friend? A lover? Send her a LETTER. Send a box. Send an object. A card. A symbol. Written words. Paper. Perfumed. Colored papers. Write. Draw. Add little objects. Stamps. Images. Symbols. Treasures. A petal. Do it! It’s old school? Perfect.

Think. When someone ships you something, it means something. It’s an object. It’s real. It’s life. It’s a choice. It’s out of virtuality. It’s important.

Thanks for reading!