Thursday November 29th 2012
"Angel of Death as House Guest," has curious
supporters. But "Language as Existence" has very few adherents, except
perhaps in dark places. I know this because when I mention
"Language as Existence," I get the "Polite Nod." Which is a
combination of facial expression and movement, supported essentially by
underlying emotions of nervousness and desperation, best summed by the
phrase, "I really have to be somewhere else." Over the years I
have been on the receiving end of the "Polite Nod" more often than
maybe a hundred thousand times, so I followed Aristotle's advice and I
have tried to develop categories for the "Polite Nod" in an attempt to
better understand it. And this is not an easy thing to do, because
the nuances in "I really have to be somewhere else" are in my view quite
unique to an individual, to circumstance, and to possibilities that
range from whether the "Polite Nod" is wearing a tie or wearing a
bathing costume. Whether the "Polite Nod" has a pickup truck or a
less useful vehicle. And on it goes into an individuals idea of
his or her position in social structure, his or her sense of self.
Aggressive, compassionate, age, angry or yearning.
There is however a distinction that I have been able
to identify as owning potential for a major branching in a great diagram of
"Polite Nod." Aristotle's equivalent to, "living things that breath
water and living things that breath air." And here I attempted to
title this major branching "Provenance." By which I meant, what series
of events, life experience and so on, preceded the "Polite Nod." Sadly
I am somewhat allergic to the word "provenance." It sets in mind a
sort of skinny fingered fustiness, a three minute egg, recipes for Bread
Pudding, and that plethora of anxieties which when let lose in people
becomes a sort of blind obsession. Which is why, for this major
branching in the tree of the "Polite Nod," I settled upon a variant of
Mesmer's magnetism, which I like to think of as "Intoxication."
At the moment before the "Polite Nod," there is a small opportunity to
engage a "provenance" through some sort of magnetism or intoxicant that will
ultimately determine the quality of, "I really have to be somewhere else."
And I realize, I've done this for the selfish purpose of reducing the
incidence of "Polite Nod" when I'm in company with others. Either way,
The Artist may return today, and I have a few things to catch up with,
otherwise I risk trespass upon one or other of the more obscure sub-branches
in the great diagram of "Polite Nod."