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mye too.. some wildness seems to bye catching up with mee.. could it be hysteria or just escapee escaping from but to who knows where.. deep in the cracks of whiteheadian transportation or at least if a change in thought be as longed for as iye have so longed for.. then some hysteriacial falling apart of proper behavour becomes rather proper, in the circumstances… and strangely to some, is keeping mye in play.
And deeper happenings happen in such a slowingdown.. where resistance and acceptance start to converse and play ..
In discovering iye can highlight pdf’s and use colour.. arhght colour now wyer talking.. and underling and underline and make marks in the margins.. iye somewhat happier though the books thenmselves would be wonderful but sadly not in my world where food comes before books, sadly. Iye do feed, and iye bet wye all do here, on books though and on deep thinking wondering and ponderings and how wye may life – live and come alive again if wye lost sense of her for a while by dint of dead theories all around us.delighted being iye at this Manningly video and bye good fortune a ‘new one’ to mye! and a goodun too… So mye turn to thankye and mye enchantment ye feeling/sensing into legibilty of a kinde but waywardly wonders…and iye straddling lines to and fro rather like Deligny whose sensibilities knew how to fail so treacherously the conformities of incarceration. The wander-lines.
Ah, Erin. The Minor Gesture….and she be a gathering from many a garden and like or perchance because of Whitehead and lineages and wanderings into domains of people ‘like mye’ yet… beware the hijack, one days iye wil iye hope meet her and iye wish a con vers ationing regarding ‘our’ wordling ‘neurodivergence’ and ‘neurotypical’ and she reconvenings all over the place and reframing and worse.. iye currently studying her Minor Gesture and begin to finde mye ground shifiting and yikessssss some resistance occures within.. a threat to concepts of identity even if iye refrain from ‘identity’ in the same breatheee but when threatened with a stealthy hijack of something even if iye didnt’ really want it.. there be nothing like a grasp reflext as the value of an item starts to rise in price, no?
aye.. irony abounding, as subject-object adn all the rest of thingification and incarcerationing congealmentings and always yet he retains the very structurings he even he would declare and allegedly does.. limits our ‘thought’ and ‘perception’ though iye do think when iye hae remembered the new-speak lingo iye’s gonna start to sound cleverer than iye am…and right now the newspeak for ‘thought’ and for ‘perception’ elude mye but that’s the difference betweeen ‘recognitoin on a page’ and generative form from within an invisible bonce by a ‘mind’ that seems less of a stand-alone than whey have been taught to believe and now seems imposssilbe to uproot given the structure of nounificaiton that turned it all on its head.. or rahter, made fools out of us for thinking we may think ‘freely’…(or experience through a lens that was heducated into us?)
aieee, iy avoided this reather rather difficult clunky hard-to-keep-findin g discussion space for a few days but bye good fortune or desin even design and yes fingers do not behave in a conforming to proper normal legibility when iye late at nightying and in refusaltogotobedandsleepstupidity mode.. so all sorts of scriblblings will have tod oand apologies for scawling on this neat academical properness.
But now iye untied mye selfimposed leash and see beautiful happenings all aroundling, iye reluctat relucat reluctant (ha! gotcha ye pesky wordling) to reconfine her at least until iye shame myself into so doing onc eagain or get around normalcy expectiatons and lose myself in a well trained mask-mode of how to be proper. And legible. Oha! but do iye twinklingsly spot despite appearances to the contrary legibilty spills into cracks and fissures whetyer and iye more easily read and less of a pain than iyeed suppposed. Well, some happening happens and will nto be corralled entirely. So grateflly i thankye for this whiff of wonderous wonderings who came into mye email and gave me solidarity .. and of course, iye have not left for wanderings on raft-laden waters but pitched up instead on the banks of this sloshy muddy rivering and feeling maybe iye be in good company with much kindness here and a leg up too or at least encouragemenet in abundance.. iye falling in love wiht whitehead and it’s a goood thing to fall in love first and find out the nature of difficulties later on, perchance!
ah, the foamy fog indeedy.. but fallen, rather than falling, be mye icarusing friendlning… as iye well know Bruegel notwhithstanding his shepherdings and skygazings to lead us all on a merrie dance from where the splishing happenings occasioning into watery ways.
I embrace your warming reply to me.. and yea, the ‘identification dx of (the) neurotypical’ thanks to Judy Springer and those of us who failed the task of heducating our (selves) not matter how beat up we be, into nt-land as perchance iye long identified, but nowadays thanks to my marvellous engaginngs with the wonderousing Bayo Akomolafe where homelands or no such locale draws me deeper into marriages of (seemingly ‘mye’ though thee called this writing fingers ‘poetic’ and this seems to occur somehow or other) indiginous ‘knowign’ sensing long bundled upon and up into attempts of sheer literal suvival in nt-constructioning and fixity, nouning and labelling all in sight and out of sight. Commmodification personified. And thus iye and many become thusly ‘things’ and no longer able to seesensing as may perchance drift into and out of legibility.
Thanks to a bit more probing into googling of ‘who can make Whitehead interesting to me’ in other words who can bring life if i ‘must’ do so through the means of screens rather than books (the latter of course mye sensibility of touche, back and forthness, textureing of paper and ink, writing and marking and engaging in tangibility.. (sadly no funding for such as books so screens it must be) but iye know my ‘process’ if iye listen and find a way of being here.. and so seemingly iye grope into the foggy sploshings and mye wings drying out a little though for a while they bore mey on the foam and i float thereupon, borne somewhat by thy response and mye ebbing dismaye at finding out i’m not as bright as i had (more recently) been told iye ‘am’.. after a lifetime of belieiving only in mye stupidity at not ‘getting it’ about life and ‘the way things are’ and how to navigate them with even an iota of (eg financial and domestic) success…too busy making wax and looking after mye wings, wondering at who life may ‘really’ be, and how to find her in all her buried and stamped upon self, under the pavement, where perchance she yet breathes in suffocation but quietly waiting in case such as come those who lift the paving slabs and do away with them….
But iye meant to mention Erin Manning.. if ye know of her work i shall be so delighted.. and i take much battle with her ideas and hijack of the concept ‘neurotypicality’ .. so i diverge from any such as nt-land produces, yet Manning suggests nay asserts that nt-ity is not a neurobiological ‘fact’ but another wordling for ‘whiteness’ or rather Whiteness… I currently locked into grapplings over this ‘hijack’ yet she brings whitehead into the frame as to so many others.. and thus, i engage, ‘who are her sources’ and look every sploshy drowning exploring dangers at every turn.. no fixity in sight, nor anythng to pontificate over after all. No. and then comes Deligny.. and iye melt into vastness and sweetness of oceans and wax and mye wings bear mye weight and iye become weightless and borne and born and bor and bo and b………and ~
Here b deligny….and iye wept to see mtselfing within… and such longign as cannot be legible to the oppressions of conformation to ‘normalcy’“Ce Gamin La” (acute accents and all or do i mean grave? )
wow. I actually followed this dialogue! but like Mark, i’d enjoy seeing Matt respond to this:
“In this case I wonder if there is a conformal subjective eternal object or is this a way of classifying subjective eternal objects into those where differences matter and those where we ignore the differences ?”(or have you Matt responded in another place here?)
@Matt Hampton
you write: “Our sixth sense, our ability to “think” is intimately related to our language ”
That’s the first time i’ve heard the sixth sense being defined as ‘our ability to ‘think”.
But i often wonder why the senses of interoception, proprioception, balance, orientation, and others such as tactility (not the same as touch), pressure sensation, the senses the internal organs are constantly reporting to each other, temperature, and so on.. even those ‘well-known’ ones seem to miss the final cut. So the sense of sensing that arises ‘in relation’ (ie being able to correctly report on what another person’s state is, from a distance.. or being able to ‘feel’ a presence or a pressure beyond the distance considered ‘possible’ ) is another whole tranche of senses that are rarely spoken of but which relate of course to what i may call ‘the relational field’ which is not of course a fixed domain, nor of course a ‘thing’ but process-happening as i may in my utter ignorance of Whitehead (so far) and the gigantic bonces of those who are in this course compared with my ignoramus-‘self’. But i’m risking it, no matter how stupid i am making myself, Because i’ve never heard anyone call ‘the ability to ‘think” the definition of the socalled ‘sixth sense’. Hope this isnt pedantic of me…
this:
“At the same time there were cultural reasons for the lack of rapid adoption of modern science in China but we could wonder whether that was also due to insights that are lacking in modernity.”I feel grateful to see this remark…..
I don’t have this book. Is there any means of accessing the relevant pages ie by pdf or suchlike?