July 14, 2016

This style claims to distance itself from all effects of poetry

Reading Harvey amidst Pauri hills (facilitated by undersea cables, as Whitman captured it) brought the sense of how hills of thought can be overpowering and, in fact, provide the means for escaping or transcending the prison and tyranny of physical geography. However, the primacy of the local or the particular, he deals with, gave the contrasting feeling and spurred respect for what was on offer, then and there. And, balancing both the aspects, or integrating them to the extent possible, is perhaps the real challenge, but, paradoxically, each one's version will change. [TNM55]

On Jul 10, 2016 9:01 AM, "Rimina Mohapatra" wrote:

Assemblage Theory DeLanda’s latest with Edinburgh University Press. Manuel DeLanda provides the first detailed overview of the assemblage theory found in germ in Deleuze a...

LB - It seems to me that there’s a certain way of citing (and in this I include the very style or method of citation chosen), a certain fetish for jargon, a certain style of writing abstracts and composing sentences in philosophy and the humanities that very much reminds me very much of bureaucratic speech and administrator-speak; especially with respect to the jargon we find in various forms of the education reform movement.  This style simultaneously functions as a shibboleth, defining insiders and outsiders, while also making a pseudo-claim to clarity and precision.  Perhaps this style is independent of the content of what is written and argued, but I’m not so sure.  It seems to me that this style already expresses an entire worldview, an entire system of values, an entire teleology or set of goals functioning as a machine or an apparatus of capture. [...]
Even where its surface level intentions claim another set of aims, perhaps even emancipatory aims, the form of the style and the fetish for shibboleths belie those surface level enunciations.  It is here that the paradox of this style reaches its core, for this style claims to distance itself from all effects of poetry, from all “literary effects” (and this style, in philosophy at least, is legendary for reducing poetry and literature to meaningless “emoting), yet everywhere with this style we find a libido at work.  Like the priest that everywhere will denounce sexuality, lust, and any form of passion even in the space of marriage, while simultaneously having found a new form of libido, of sex, a new way of getting off through the law, the regulation, the denunciation, and the discipline; this style that denounces the singular, differential, and literary is itself a style of literature– yes, there’s even a poetry of the tax form and the latest article in the analytic journal –and everywhere in this style we sense the libido at work:  a fetish for a style of citation, for a certain apparatus of jargon, for a certain way of constructing sentences.  For this style even the abstract is a form of foreplay, a form of desire.  And what a strange desire this is, with its abbreviations, its love of jargon, its claim to be clear (though in a way befitting of Kafka), its claim to be free of the idiosyncrasies of emotion and particularity! 

OOP - Fans of Lingis (as Sparrow and I both are) will also be delighted to learn from the interview that Sparrow is currently editing an Alphonso Lingis Reader.

Jun 5, 2010 - Every sentence you write should be a sentence that you could read aloud in a room without anyone ...

Alphonso (mango) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

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Alphonso mango is a seasonal fruit, considered to be among the most superior varieties of the fruit in terms of sweetness, richness and flavour.[1]
The variety is named after Afonso de Albuquerque,[2] a Portuguese general and military expert who helped establish Portuguese colonies in India. The Portuguese introduced grafting on mango trees to produce extraordinary varieties like Alphonso. The fruit was then introduced to the Konkan region 
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