Sunday, July 29, 2012
One more week, two at the most, before I’m back to posting more often than Sunday.
I’m really tired of saying things like that. I want to just get on with it! But “it” won’t be worth the time if it’s not set up well.
If I didn’t have to go to the office every week—if I had continuous time to do this work I want to do—I’d have gotten through my fecund mess of notes earlier.
It’s like trying to build a house on weekends. “I just wanna get on with the party here.”
So to speak.
Enjoy life (in good health) and leave a good (memorable) legacy, I say.
I say, good show in London—but I’m not giving time to viewing it.
[Olympics] In the beginning, B.C.E. Athens could create olympics because wealth without war (i.e., leisure culture) gives time for turning freedom to sport. For the living well—who thrive continuously—life becomes commonly sporting.
So it is with adventures and drama and other arts of living—gardening, too (conceptual and otherwise) beyond vanity fairs.
“It’s all about the hunt, old sport”—first, roots and berries, sex, land, monumental memory, great things, realized peaks or other highs...
However, corporate sports (what turns up in a sports section of a newspaper) is boring. In that regard, I’m not a good sport.
Yet, I have olympic aspirations for conceptual gardening! [smirk]
-- gary e. davis --- 11:27 PM
Sunday, July 22, 2012
We’re commonly a world of inestimable volumes of little messages born of episodic attentions (which is all a market needs) grown from ephemeral interests. We give more attention to what’s shocking than to what matters. A string of “newsfeeds” fills our need for narrative (which hardly needs integrative sense when one’s own life mirrors the limitless improvisation of being in time), as if a simulacrum of meaningfulness is a sophisticated realism.
The essayist is a nuisance, along with moralists.
Anyway, a writer has a pleasure of defining by exclusion what’s not worth attention, as well as a burden of scarce time to detail all that’s so worth appreciation, so much that truly matters.
-- gary e. davis --- 10:09 PM
Saturday, July 14, 2012
The music video “Where the Hell is Matt? 2012” (link below—but hasn’t everyone seen it?) starts off nicely, then quickly seems kitschy, but quickly gets delightful, inspiring, and deeply touching.
Note the marginality of locales (“where in the world…”), the sweetly simple vs. grand choreography, an incredible happiness in the concept, as if there’s an ethic of humanity in it all. A daddy’s wonderful gift addresses the immortal, aspiring child in our being.
P.S. After you’ve seen the thing, here’s some history.
-- gary e. davis --- 11:25 PM
Monday, July 09, 2012
I guess vanity causes me anxiety about not posting recently, as if my tiresome promises of major departures were more vanity.
Non sequitur: “Texting” isn’t talking literally, but is talking-as-text—enamored with its abbrevity, but unconcerned with its textuality as such. Yet, writing has always been texting, and the structuring of narratives (stories, cases, verbal displays, etc.) has always involved architextual design, and conceptual design is environmental, implied by later detailing it routes or constrains, like a scripting that provides lots of freedom for stance and movement, inter-stancing and performative enriching, but determines to its degree what’s there worth determining, including (to my mind) some love of abstraction, true also to painting, dance, poetry, reflective conversation, and so on and on, generally speaking (texting).
Enough non sequiturs bricolaged in a given space through some design can compose a good Thing.
I got a lot of textual designing done the past few weeks, even gaining a sense of an ending yesterday which was elating, but oddly caused Ana to tease me dismissively, invisibly, making me a caricature of accomplishment, which I enjoyed. (I love her so much I can’t stand it sometimes.) But a bit of post-partum blues came this morning: What now? Too much still to do before departing.
Soon, I promise.
-- gary e. davis --- 10:16 AM