Assignment # 15: blog your reading in Pullman, a running commentary w/ page numbers
daemons -- must stay near
Pullman on the teaching of writing:
- public and private payoff
- discovered in the writing
- willing suspension of certainty
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness.
Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit!
Be thou me, impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth!
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth
The trumpet of a prophecy!
O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
~ from Ode to the West Wind, Shelley, 1819
p. 363-370
Lyra has emerged into a new world
Mary Malone was a nun, studies shadows or particles of consciousness -- you can’t see them unless you expect to (Stanley Fish: "poetry’s eyes") [Plato’s] Cave=computer cf. Matrix Neo sees a cat and suddenly understands “deja vu” almost a remembrance
the Red Queen: "a poor sort of memory that only works backwards"
quoting Keats’ negative capability -- from his letters -- state of uncertainty and doubt -- Coleridge’s “willing suspension of disbelief” -- a natural talent of children
- non-moralizing
- nonsense clears the palate
- uncertainty required
p. 379 cat on Sunderland Avenue
aleithiometer <->Lethe = river of forgetfulness<->lethal
Heidegger -- aletheia -- un-concealment, un-forgetting, we need to remember -- truth
"Martin Heidegger on Aletheia (Truth) as Unconcealment"
Francis Yates The Art of Memory
the magic eight ball
I Ching
the definition of Dust
Wallace Stevens poets.org uiuc.edu
- 32 short films of Glenn Gould
- Bach's Goldberg Variations (Edgar Allen Poe The Goldbug) Goldbug Variations
haunted by ”the idea of North” -- central metaphor of the Northern Lights
281 colorful curtains and as a serpent
Wallace Stevens' Auroras of Autumn
stanza VI -- theatre -- the little blue book of Wallace Stevens (Major Author Fall '09)
northern lights as a metaphor of consciousness
cf: a scientific explanation "excreted waste of the sun" (thank you Chris :)
…. A capitol,
It may be, is emerging of has just
Collapsed. The denouement has to be postposed...
This is nothing until in a single man contained,
Nothing until this named thing nameless is
And is destroyed. He opens the door of his house
On flames. The scholar of one candle sees
An Arctic effulgence flaring on the frame
Of everything he is. And he feels afraid.
Novaya Zemlya archipelego Nova Zembla
Salman Rushdie book for children "Haroun and the Sea of Stories"
Zenda, Zembla, Xanadu
Nabokov Pale Fire
eclipse -- feeling of fear
Vonnegut Slaughterhouse Five (film)
Glenn Gould
I Ching
instruments for the imagination
storytelling: In The Tempest, Act I, as Prospero unfolds the truth of Miranda's history to her, he asks repeatedly, "Dost thou attend me ... Dost thou hear?" She answers finally: "Your tale, sir, would cure deafness."
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