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Re: [microsound] approximations (more techno-mysticism)
(1)
But is not the aleatory excess of language another such way out?
When I think of the approximation to musical experience through
words, that is just what I mean. The game is poetry, which is what
much criticism for better or worse (and short of Wittgensteinian
rigor) ends up in.
Certainly, and this model offers also an escape hatch from the view
of the Tractatus: IF the text is prepared to surrender - or
vulnerabilize as perpetually questionable - its role as primary or
Truthful (and here I use the early Wittgensteinian notion that truth
is a collection of statements-that-are-the-case), THEN it becomes one
of the most beautiful playgrounds available to us. And for me the
beauty of the oddly concluded Tractatus is that it questions its own
rigor: if language as a perfectly logical structure cannot speak of
aesthetics, self, divinity, being, or any of the other excluded
realms of philosophy, it seems to beg one to ask, then of what use is
it? And if language is of no use as a logic, perhaps it is more
sensible as a game (a rule-driven social activity) or as an aesthetic
surface. After all, Wittgenstein went on later to discuss private
languages, and perhaps it is one of these - rather than a truthful
aesthetics - that is being attempted here, in the efforts of this
list to create a dialect within which to understand new patterns of
sound through the existing templates of discourse: we already intuit
the truth (such as it is) of the music through the sound itself, yet
now we require of language that it adjust itself - perhaps through a
deliberate breakage - to the altered dimensions of the discussable
world. Or perhaps we are looking at a sort of jazz, in which the
critical text improvises over the bed of sound offered in the subject
music - a karaoke of the text.
(2)
Doesn't the image of the unstuffed plaything presuppose a plenitude
that is thwarted? Moreover, is not the beauty of that image itself
a kind of talisman against such foils? At the very least, is it not
a warning sign reading "proceed at your own risk"? (And we do, we
do.)
Indeed, and perhaps too it is yet another runaway metaphor, a
reminder that every plaything can become not only a husk beneath the
couch but also a menace in traffic.
np - TAGC "Digitaria" (a lovely one by one of the experts in
obfuscatory and typographically compromised inner sleeve
entextualizations)
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