Paths & Place

This is a Google Translation. Sorry.

If only you had been taught, rather, to be happy by staying still. All these stories about your own path. Find your way. Follow your path. While it could be that we are made to live on a square, or in a public garden, there without moving, to make life go, it could be that we are a crossroads, the world needs us to stay there without moving, it would be a disaster if we went, at a given moment, to follow our road, but which road? The others are roads, I am a place, I do not lead to any place, I am a place.


Alessandro Baricco

 

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Thinker’s Diary : Words Snack

What’s near your bed?

  • A good novel you’re keenly reading every evening
  • A pile of cuddly comforting comics (Peanuts or Calvin & Hobbes)
  • A magazine in your comfort zone (movies, classical music, food, (or knives and fast cars?))

 

The “Print Disease” is when you HAVE to read what’s around

If like me you have this illness (printed words feed you), you need to have fast light things near your pillow. Like a snack of words, right? Just in case of insomnia, for example…

There are many ways to have “short things”. Very easy novels. Old comics. Archipelago philosophy. Quotes collection. Poetry. Correspondence books…

I have all these, and diaries.

Thinkers, writers, photographers, directors, politics? Many personalities wrote their diary. Sometimes it’s published, even after author’s death.

As a book unearther, I have the tendency to pick up everything diary-ish. It’s a superpower, in a way : you just open the author’s mind and see him/her think.

 

Yesterday I was with Gide (1869-1951), reading some diary pages of 1941. I found this (my translation) :

 

An opinion begins to bother me as soon as I can take advantage of it.

 

I had to stop reading, opened mouth.

“What?!”

That was obvious to me – so why being bothered by? What if he was right, and where, and how, and why? Here you go : you have two hours.

 

The danger of having words snacks near your bed (even Peanuts : Charlie Brown is a pretty good philosopher) is to find interesting things in the middle of the night. Therefore “Hello insomnia I embrace you” : you’ll never go back to sleep. So there!

 

Have a nice week-end!

Jean-Pascal

 

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Dwindling Ideas & Wobbly Recoveries for bloggers

Hi everyone!

In this penultimate day (and maybe article) of the year, I discovered this verb : “To peter out” (never heard this before); then “to dwindle”. That’s so charming that I played with them (aweeee “dwindling“) for my title.

Look at this Nietzsche quote :

A Sigh. I caught this notion on the way, and rapidly took the readiest, poor words to hold it fast, so that it might not again fly away. But it has died in these dry words, and hangs and flaps about in them and now I hardly know, when I look upon it, how I could have had such happiness when I caught this bird.

Nietzsche, The Gay Science, Fourth Book, 298

 

We bloggers sometimes catch a great idea at the weirdest moments : at work, when we drive, when we shower. Darn it!

And we all know this feeling : this idea is mixed up with a rush, a fast and blossoming urge to write it down, to develop it in a cool article to share. It’s a sigh, a wind, a light, a force. You are so happy you caught it…

Well, the most common event is that you will totally forget what it was about, as soon as you’re ready to write. You then have this terrible moment : you’re stuck in immobility, closing your eyes in silence, trying to find in your mind any string to pull, a path to it, anything. But the marvelous idea stays hidden in the deepest waters of your worn out brain…

Hopefully it’ll grow bigger until you catch it back, like the fish. Unlikely, right?

All petered out, off, down, whatever.

But the subject of this article is different : it’s when you remembered your weaved “idea & rush”, you drove this pack down into words on your computer, but… it’s parked dead in the end. It dwindled into a “WTF I don’t care anymore”. You lost it. The idea is there, but the steam is not. No life. You lost something but you don’t know what. Dry words. Article incompleteness.

In the end, you can trash it, or let it macerate in your draft section on WordPress. Maybe wait the day after? Sometimes it works. Next morning, jump up from your bed, have a coffee and read over your mess. Maybe (maybe) you’ll hear the engine pre-roar… You go girl!

What will happen likely is that you will publish this wobbly and patched article, like it is. A bit bitter unhappy, but hoping it’ll inspire something to someone somewhere.

 

If you’re lucky, an hour later, while you commute to work, you’ll feel a lightbulb over your head, une ampoule électrique : you found the rush back, it’s now full of light, at least!

Until you’re back in front of your computer?

 

Thanks for reading! Have a nice day!

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