While Pony Boy, making coffee in the kitchen, murmurs Everything you look at’s art, I force myself to consider this: as you improvise your way to the whole, so the whole begins to control your improvisation. Some thinking like that would surely emerge through the “entries, exits, and doorways” –in purest moments of AE Van Vogt–of a third volume of Light: if there were any such thing. Every so often it would jump out & try to have sex with the reader.
Reading: Tree of Smoke, Denis Johnson, The Rector’s Wife, Joanna Trollope. Listening to: Awkward Annie, Kate Rusby, Jackie Oates, Jackie Oates, & Dog House Music, Seasick Steve. Disappointed by The Passionate Friends, not half as good as Brief Encounter.
“… so the whole begins to control your improvisation. ” I think you took the words out of Alastair Darling’s mouth.
Reading here is Lewis Croft’s novel on Schiele, “The Pornographer of Vienna.” Despite the wonderful potential of the subject, it’s wooden melodrama to the core so far. And favourite music is Toumani Diabete’s “Mande Variations” – sublime stuff for uneasy times.
The second link in the post, which for some reason I can’t make it work, points to a piece on emergence by PA Corning. It’s a pdf, & the post doesn’t make much sense without it. So here it is–
http://tinyurl.com/4prdez