Time is a piece of wax falling on a termite who’s choking on a splinter: or, My friend B disrupts the space/time continuum
Small Epiphanies: December 4
This posting every day thing is hard. I have a bunch of unfinished fragments of posts.
This is from my friend B, and I’ll write in response to it tomorrow. Meanwhile, talk amongst yourselves.
The construction of persona is a constant negotiation between biography and autobiography and so all writing/reading involves elements of reflection (autobio) and projection (bio). We write ourselves and read others but are written on and read by others too. We are simultaneously composing and decomposing past-present-future modes as rhetorical constructs through which our own personas adapt, change, accept, and resist. Time is a series of discourses that structure both self perception and perceptions of others. We never really go back or forward but use memory and prediction to write narratives that are self fulfilling, self justifying, self accusing, or self abusing. The past is never past and the future is always beyond our grasp.
Holy crap. Still digesting this. But I love, love, love it.
Question: When I say subjectivity is discursive, am I saying it is a rhetorical construct? I think I am. Is it sometimes not a rhetorical construct?
December 5, 2012 at 11:40 am
Lovely. I like it, too. 🙂
I owe you a gazillion emails and a really good meal somewhere, L. Once I deconstruct my “crazy” narrative after Dec. 20 . . .
*Heart*
SKG