Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Jennifer in dark waywardness

“Full moon tonight—,” Jen said as she got into bed, her back to my chest. We become a quasi-fetal dyad. “—behind ethereal haze.”

She was disturbed—creatively so—about how to capsulate her proposal.

Eventually, I said “Suppose now is do or die: You have to say simply what you want to do.”

She sighed.

Silence, except breathing.

 “I want to offer an original account of the poetic self.

“OK.” I knew what she wants to do, but she hadn’t put it so succinctly before. Original? Improbably, but maybe?

“Glad to have your permission.”

“Anytime.”

It’s possible that poetic thinking, when tethered to an account of the poetic self—or a poetic account of the self—puts us in a position to overcome the seemingly irreparable rift between modernism, with its belief in subjectivity and truth—and postmodernism, which has yet to fully articulate an account of the subject in the wake of its deconstruction. A new poetics of Dasein [German: psychal existence; transliteral: “there-being”], I hope, can do for philosophy what string theory has aimed to do for theoretical physics, that is, reconcile convincing but incompatible and incomplete models of the universe.

Our universe, now. A humanity.” A philosophical universe. The? Adorable. Inspired, inspiring.

“Of course.”

“Yes, let’s not try to compete with theoretical physics.”

She elbowed me. “Yet,
it’s toward those possibilities that my thinking—and the poetic theory that emerges—is aimed.

quoting from the “Preface” 
of Jennifer Anna Gosetti-Ferencei’s 
Heidegger, Hölderlin, and the Subject of Poetic Language, 2004

I haven’t read her book, but I’m delighted to have recently discovered it. She wrote that a few years prior to her Ecstatic Quotidian, 2007. And now (November), she’s coming out with a $110 tome on Exotic Spaces in German Modernism.

Yeah, I could go for exotic. But I’m unsure of the cost.