Monday, June 18, 2018
Saturday, I vowed to no longer spotlight that my birthday is Bloomsday, though I violate my vow this one time, to publicly seal it.
And I realized that I’m so immersed in gestations that I had, I have nothing more to say soon, publicly.
Writing, creativity offline is so lovely, why say more than what is,
in effect, letters to a muse?
So, for now, there’s my recent update at g.com, and I schedule another date with you here—far away, because gestation is that way, even with a due date.
But you know you can trust me to return.
-- gary e. davis --- 8:27 PM
Sunday, May 27, 2018
May 26: “...I’ll do something non-trivial.”
Done: the May 27 posting below: “intimations.”
I reneged on my June 2 promise to do a substantive update at g.com.
“I’m doing intensive work. I don’t want to explain.” Ditto here.
But I never know in advance when I’ll feel like sharing something before the next promised update.
-- gary e. davis --- 11:01 PM
When I set out to plan for Cycle 4 of cohering.net, February 15, I linked to a placeholder page that was to be developed, which I’ve now done.
I kept its earlier beginning, but added text that has been removed from the “sense of site” page at gedavis.com; added some new notes; and copied into the page some quotes that remain at the current version of “sense of site.”
This may be boring news, but what’s been acted out is a modest withdrawal of myself (this life) from g.com (that world)—having earlier there been too self possessed for what that site is supposed to become.
But I have no general problem with self possession.
-- gary e. davis --- 10:24 PM
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
This is § b of “Section 3: Fake views exploit the appeal of valid drama.”
Why is a chid enchanted by fabulous prospects? Childlike appeal of fabulism (i.e., proffering fables) echoes fantastic cultural stories, once upon a time guided by mythologies that conceptualized worldviews which gave telic cohering and comfort to cycles of life. Such appeal in that kind of narrative echoes in “true” feeling of fictionality and in romanticism (widely conceived, including every mode of safe thrill). A tropological “realism” constitutes dramatic life.
-- gary e. davis --- 8:38 PM
Saturday, April 21, 2018
Narrative can be invitation to imagination, such that the more minimal it is, the more gracious toward reader imaginability the line is.
“This is my confession,” as if narrativity in quote marks is distanced pretense without commitment to authorial candor. Characted confession may cloak a candor that thereby escapes others’ want of elaboration, as if her or his innerwordliness has no more to share beyond a brevity of time passing too quickly, which the story shows.
-- gary e. davis --- 12:55 PM
Saturday, April 14, 2018
Saturday, March 24, 2018
Saturday, March 10, 2018
Sunday, February 25, 2018
Thursday, February 15, 2018
Saturday, February 10, 2018
Jasper Johns is still painting.
The reviewer, Deborah Solomon, ends her review: “... Leonardo da Vinci was one of the first masters that Mr. Johns admired. He was especially captivated by the ‘Deluge’ drawings,... When he was in mid-30s, Mr. Johns had a chance to actually see the drawings..... Was it an exciting experience? ‘Yes,’ he replied with typical terseness, and a little laugh, ‘except that they looked exactly like the reproductions.’”
I began my “Comment” at the article: “Solomon’s article ending is lovely. It reminds me of Jacques Derrida’s iconic point that writing in speech—displaced authoriality in authorship—makes all originals quotational.”
-- gary e. davis --- 12:06 AM
Friday, February 09, 2018
To say that sundry gardening is “1000+ pages” is an understatement, because that’s actually 1000+ documents, most of which are more than one typical-book page long (though many are much less than a book page). It’s fair to say that the documents average 3 book pages.
It’s fair to say that sundry gardening is 3,000 pages—longer than Proust’s Time Regained (commonly titled Remembrance of Things Past), let alone Ulysses.
-- gary e. davis --- 4:12 PM
Saturday, February 03, 2018
I’m devoted to my love of writing—I’m serious—but the point of life is fun. So, I have serious fun.
Love you, wording!
Seriousness of devotion to appreciability calls for humility of pretense.
There’s no sacrilege in lightness about enlightening woods.
Call me license of happy old age there.
Hear: We are each other’s window, each’s mirror.
-- gary e. davis --- 2:54 PM
Saturday, January 27, 2018
One more week? No more than two: I’m formatting listings, no longer doing text editing. I never bothered to count how many pages I’ve accumulated. I’m aghast that it’s 850+ Webpages and postings. Over the years, when I finished something, I didn’t much go back to it. I moved on to whatever’s next, and had no idea of the volume of work done.
-- gary e. davis --- 12:00 AM