Friday, May 1, 2015
Ernest Hemingway brought his portable typewriter
to class this morning and tap tap tapped out a short
tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
You could hear mind-a-work. Morse code.
(suffers in translation: tappety tap tap):
No one mentioned the obtrusion, sonic disruption—
or even glanced up or at each other in recognition
of the common blow to our protocol—offense to
status quo. Challenge.
We went about our thinking & writing business—
nonchalant. No big deal.
Arthur Koestler. in The Act of Creation. says the
origin of humor, science, and art are all 3 generated
by the same thing: collision—when 2 opposing realms
(fashions, habits, cultures, customs, conventions)
collide. Bang. Bump. Crash.
He calls it the “bisociation of matricies”—wombs
knocking against each other, whelms at war,
hustera, hysterics.—bang ooo, ouch, shit, damnit:
hurts—no doubt. Origins.
Ha—that makes me laugh
Aha—that makes me think
Humor, Science, Art:
all three diverse reactions to the
same confounding catalyst: catastrophe,
crash, collision.—a consternation.
How do you frame it?
Meaning: a difference that makes a difference.