As I might or should have
anticipated or even predicted (or as I like to say in other contexts,
prognosticated!), no sooner had I listed the number of times the Leap appears
in the experiment (1.0 & 2.0), and no sooner did I shift away from it to
the more recently forged Chase…when Leap should, of course, return in the
meditation written this day ten years ago today.
The sentence reads: “…this Leap is
the crossing over into the ekstatic stand that is initiated by the reception of
the evocative saying of the other. This
reception reveals the depth and profoundity of the ‘not yet’ and in this way is
a reception that is simultaneously an offering, an offering offered with an
interpretation, a re-telling of the saying that is received.”(7/31/04) [Below I share an example of what we might
understand by ‘an offering offered with an interpretation, a re-telling of the
saying that is received’ when I post, as this day’s fragment, the set of lyrics
sent to me by my ‘little brother’ and colleague, Sam Rocha, written in response
to yesterday’s commentary.]
The meditation from 7/31/04 goes
back to the originary disclosure of that encounter with what Heidegger calls
Being’s ‘strange ownership’ of us. “The
strangeness of the strange ownership and appropriation that prevails as Being’s
processural unfolding is the originary offering…the initial initiative that
seizes the learning into evocative wondering and purposeful wandering.” Our response to the originary offering, to the
disclosure of Being’s ‘strange ownership’ is what I call ‘learning’ but with
better emphasis in this experiment 2.0 have been calling ‘meditative
thinking.’
There are lots of directions I
want to go in with this commentary, but I’m feeling today the need and desire
to stay focused, which is another way of saying I want to get this down without
meandering. “Purposeful wandering’ can
be, as Thoreau showed us in his chronicles, hours of hiking or paddling, or a
shorter stroll to the banks of a river.
The first place I want to go is to
return to yesterday’s commentary, specifically, the end of it when I was taken
up (again) that moment when Thoreau was descending from the summit of
Katahdin. I described that moment as
“the writing that relays [a] vision…a poetic infused interruption of his
naturalist’s chronicle. Nothing is
explained in that moment. But much
thinking is originated, thinking that becomes historical and yet full of
future. Like the rows of beans he
planted outside his cabin along Walden pond, Thoreau’s writing is not so much
dry bones as seeds that have long since taken deep roots and are now not unlike
the towering pine trees he encountered in his multiple trips to the Maine
woods.” In light of what was written
this day ten year’s ago, I want today to suggest that what Thoreau experienced
represents a Leap: a crossing-over into the ekstatic stand. Recall from yesterday Heidegger’s
description of the Leap as the movement into inceptual (originary) thinking, the first beginning: “the only
recourse
the leap
of recollection...”
Re-collection is precisely how Thoreau
experiences his ‘dim and misty’ vision of the ancient paddlers moving on the
primacy of the primal flow. But ‘dim and
misty’ is also not, as I may have suggested in some of my commentaries on this
event, a condition that we should seek to overcome. This is why Heidegger insists that we avoid
explanatory reading.
This brings me to the strangeness
of the strange ownership as it relates to the distinction I made yesterday
between the ‘dry bones’ that Emerson is turning us away from and the seeds
planted by Thoreau’s writing that are now deeply rooted. Today I was brought back to thinking about
the rootedness of these roots when I was reading an article by Walter Brogan
“Heraclitus, Philosopher of the Sign,” [published in my dear old New School
grad school comrade David Jacob’s book The
Presocratics After Heidegger] I’m
reading in preparation for my HUHC October lecture on Heraclitus, and Brogan’s
piece is especially helpful [so too
Charles Scott’s piece on Heraclitus in the same volume, which I may take up
tomorrow]. Brogan leaves φύσις
untranslated, and I can understand why he is doing this, given his concern for
how we read Heraclitus, and his insistence that we leave him ‘strange’ and
‘obscure,’ a philosophyer of the sign. φύσις
is more than a word that can be translated as ‘origin,’ ‘birth,’ or ‘nature’ or
‘Nature’ (as I have used it). The
transliteration of φύσις
is phyusis, which is comes from phuo
(grow). So one way of ‘reading’ (hearing
is the preferential way that we should approach Heraclitus’ fragments,
according to Brogan) the fragment
“Nature loves to hide” is “growing begins with sprouting.” When I say ‘reading’ the fragment the
emphasis is on ‘hearing’ what it might
be saying [again, we are not reading here to arrive at an explain the meaning
of the fragment]. Now, am I ‘hearing’
what I want to hear? (on this problem of hearing, see my commentary from last
week, OPM 158, July 22nd)
Perhaps. Or perhaps what I am
hearing is what is arriving from a the primacy of the primal ground (pun very
much intended, but respectfully so, because I am acutely aware of writing at
this moment from the threshold, the boundary where the poetic and prosaic are
meeting). That is, what is heard with
the reading of φύσις is φύω the
‘root’: grow. To say “Nature loves to
hide” is to respond to the disclosure
of growth as grounded, literally, rooted.
Here then the roots, the ground, that we aren’t meant to ‘take up’ (as
philosophy types say when they are describing their way of responding to a
question), but, rather, the hermeneutic challenge is, again, one of
encountering via letting-be.
The phenomenological implication
seems obvious, but no less powerful: we
‘know’ the roots are there (and sometimes they remind us by showing themselves
by emerging from the ground), but our perception of them is ‘dim and misty,’
which is not to say ‘unclear’ but ‘recalled’ or ‘heard’. Recollection is hearing, listening, and the
emphasis is on the receptivity and passivity, and thus on the phenomenological
attitude that is revealed by the originary offering. With meditative thinking ‘interpretation’ and ‘explanation’ is put on
hold. What is inspired is a writing
that, first and foremost, is a poetic response, a mimetic re-telling of what
has been offered. And an example of
this is the following set of lyrics composed by Sam Rocha:
seed not bone,
sowed not thrown
hidden to eye,
gazing from sky
heavens open wide,
unfolding suicide
for seed must
always die, to yield its hidden lie
that truth is but
a name, cannot speak nor explain
verse takes its
place, endures, reveals the Face
all face, all eye
3.0 (Wednesday, Bar Harbor/Acadia, ME). The fragment from this day 20 years ago: “The strangeness of the strange ownership and appropriation that prevails as Being’s processural unfolding is the originary offering…the initial initiative that seizes the learning into evocative wondering and purposeful wandering.” Glissant calls this purposeful wandering "errantry". Can purposeful wandering be described as errantry? Indeed it can, and this is especially appropriate to the "aimless" movement of thinking. To wander purposefully is to walk a straight path. Errantry a winding and wandering movement that is meaningful in and for itself. Purposeful wandering is inspired and moved by evocative wondering, the response to Being's "strange ownership" over the thinker/poet. (It's important to make this qualification, so as to make clear that the one who is wondering and wandering is describing their experience in terms that are more poetic than analytic, producing a phenomenology that is closer to art than to science. The wandering can also be circular and in this sense nomadic. According to a dictionary, errantry is "erring or straying from the proper course or standards." An apt description of this poetic praxis project. And that's important to emphasize, mostly for myself, as a reminder as the project unfolds with the writing of the sabbatical book, and I feel myself wandering from the proper academic course and standards, from the stated goal of writing something that any smart reader could take up. I'm not trying to be dismissive or condescending. I just know myself well, and know how the process usually unfolds, and once I get into a groove I have a style of writing that is heavily influenced by Heidegger, as well as the French tradition of philosophy. That's why Blanchot has had such a prominent place in the latest writing. So I need to remind myself and at the same time assure myself that I do what I do, and the writing/thinking is errantry, the wandering that happens under the influence of that strange ownership. And I have to remind myself that it emerges from and produces a particular kind of joy. The project has been and continues to be a labor of love!
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