Dear Erik, like an uneasy smile bares one’s teeth, so you bare your struggle with the how and why of your scribely vocation in the face of AI’s takeover of the writing world.
But like Ahab’s deckhand Pip, who goes overboard on a (sinking thinking) penManShip, who drowns the finite of his soul and speaks only “heaven’s sense” after re-emerging from the depths (sounding like a madman to those with minds still fixed in finity)—I think it is exactly this struggle that will generate that which AI cannot provide us with:
That curious animate quality that Lorca called Duende, which is “a struggle, not a thought.”
We must wrestle the Duende on the rim of the well, and trap its essence in lifeblood of thinking ink, to daemonstrate that The Word is mightier than the Sword—that it is not just a viral weapon but also a vital instrument!
As always your words ring out with an instruMental musicality.
I feel you on the rupture--reader/writer, writer/text--but that's what makes engaged, awake, empathic writers like you so essential. Which you even prove with that dope little photo-essay apercu on the war of the worlds in Bay Area billboards! Their disdain towards/wishful denial of ordinary frames of human reference, the totalitarian message in their uglification, the post-"They Live" implication of a capitalism that somehow bypasses human consumers. So good.
gosh, don‘t stop… i would despair at never being able to catch up to you… you are the voice of everything i missed from 1970 on…
Dear Erik, like an uneasy smile bares one’s teeth, so you bare your struggle with the how and why of your scribely vocation in the face of AI’s takeover of the writing world.
But like Ahab’s deckhand Pip, who goes overboard on a (sinking thinking) penManShip, who drowns the finite of his soul and speaks only “heaven’s sense” after re-emerging from the depths (sounding like a madman to those with minds still fixed in finity)—I think it is exactly this struggle that will generate that which AI cannot provide us with:
That curious animate quality that Lorca called Duende, which is “a struggle, not a thought.”
We must wrestle the Duende on the rim of the well, and trap its essence in lifeblood of thinking ink, to daemonstrate that The Word is mightier than the Sword—that it is not just a viral weapon but also a vital instrument!
As always your words ring out with an instruMental musicality.
I feel you on the rupture--reader/writer, writer/text--but that's what makes engaged, awake, empathic writers like you so essential. Which you even prove with that dope little photo-essay apercu on the war of the worlds in Bay Area billboards! Their disdain towards/wishful denial of ordinary frames of human reference, the totalitarian message in their uglification, the post-"They Live" implication of a capitalism that somehow bypasses human consumers. So good.