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psychotherapy:

Poets vs. Critics: using different brain systems (Psychology Today)

poets and critics think about poems differently and this surprises… who?

You could probably pull some correlation to the idea (wrong or not) that most critics are failed novelists/poets/songwriters/directors…

Why project so negatively on critics?

The article (though I only read the blurb on my dashboard, I’ll admit) is using the terms to refer to the subjects’ professions and we can assume they’ve chosen to call themselves such. But the assumption that most critics would be failed artists is pretty unfair, I think. Especially considering that the only information we have to draw from is the way they read—and I don’t see one way as being less valuable than another. Unless, of course, you happen to be a poet or critic, then the value is obvious. Critics SHOULD be concerned with making connections between the world and the text. Poets SHOULD be concerned about the mechanics (au/orality?) of a poem.

The critics concerned themselves with things like repetitions and contrasts of themes and meanings.  The poets, however, paid attention to repetitions and contrasts of vowels and consonants, rhythmic patterns, and all kinds of features of the sound of the poems.  To be sure, there was a certain amount of overlap, but nevertheless, the poets and the critics were reading poems quite differently.

Furthermore, I think it noteworthy that the readers were examining poems. Obviously the poets will engage on a sort of technical or visceral level. Part of what defines the poem as a literary form is its emphasis on how words sound, e.g. rhyme, onomatopoeia, alliteration, etc. A critic, by nature, is going to try to draw connections between the text and other texts or what have you.

In another post tonight, reblogging the original post, I claimed that I would classify myself as a critic, which is part of the reason I take issue with such projections. I admit that I am perhaps being defensive. My identification is not as profession, but more as style or manner of approaching a text.

Bottom line: Just because someone is a critic and not a poet doesn’t mean they’ve aspired to be one. I love to engage on a critical level with movies, books, and TV, but I’ve never aspired to be a filmmaker or novelist. These mediums just happen to fascinate me.

…I need sleep.

Poets vs. Critics: using different brain systems (Psychology Today)

psychotherapy:

Years ago, when I was teaching in the legendary English Department at SUNY/Buffalo, one of our poets, Jerry Maguire,convoked a group to read poems.  Jerry’s idea was to bring poets and critics together in order to compare their readings.

What happened surprised me, at least, and, I think, just about everybody in the group.  It turned out that poets and critics read poems quite differently.

The critics concerned themselves with things like repetitions and contrasts of themes and meanings.  The poets, however, paid attention to repetitions and contrasts of vowels and consonants, rhythmic patterns, and all kinds of features of the sound of the poems.  To be sure, there was a certain amount of overlap, but nevertheless, the poets and the critics were reading poems quite differently.

Now, it turns out, they may have been using different systems in their brains.  Kenneth Heilman, a neuropsychologist at the University of Florida, has a fine paper setting out the “information-processing approach” to the various aphasias.  He lists eleven different aphasias, and his paper uses the kind of block diagrams computer programmers use to distinguish and interrelate them…

This reminds me of a topic that I occasionally remember.

I was reading Waiting for the Barbarians by JM Coetzee for a course and was assigned the task of leading a discussion about the book based on an article of my choice. I don’t remember the named of the article or the exact phrase the author used, but I was intrigued because it offered a reading that didn’t rely on allegory (as a lot of post-colonial lit does…). Rather, the writer posited that our impulse to allegorize diminished the meaning of the text.

Picking it because I thought it ~scandalous~, I imagined that it would be fun to stir things up in my class a bit. We were left with the question of what the text means if we are to resist allegory. I didn’t feel like I was in too deep then, but now I’m mostly certain that I definitely was treading in uncharted waters. I’ve read The Pleasure of the Text and “Against Interpretation” which seem vaguely related to this issue, but even now I feel unsure.

I decided that the easiest section to try reading “against allegory” would be the part where the commissioner of the colony has sex with/rapes the mute, one-legged “barbarian” girl. For me, if I couldn’t allegorize and interpret, I thought the “next best thing” (because, I am a critic) would be to focus on what I can only describe now as the tactility of the words. There is more than one way to say everything, so why this word, I asked. Without meaning, a word is just letters and sounds. I can’t remember any particular phrase or passage here, but I think there were descriptions of the comissioner’s and the barbarian girl’s bodies….

But to my original point, the Psych Today article reminds me of that day in class try to read like a “poet” as a “critic.” In my line of study, I always want to know what it means, but there is some value in the actual words too.

But then again, it’s possible that I don’t get it at all.

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This is beautiful. The foliage reminds me of Ojibwe beadwork that I love (and have yet to find emulated in very much graphic design).

This makes me want to completely reconsider my portfolio design…. [No time for that now!!!]

Fact

The perfect jeans fit perfectly straight out of the dryer. None of this air-drying BS—if they take 10 hours to dry hanging over my door, then I guess they ain’t the jeans for me.

I demand immediate satisfaction from my laundry.

Stray thoughts: "social utility," "relationship maintenence"

I feel isolated from the world when I don’t see or speak to my friends. My relationships are my connection to the outside world. A significant amount of my time goes to surfing the web and a great deal of my activities are “social”—in that I do a lot of Facebooking, Tumbling, Youtubing, Twittering, etc.—but they don’t fill the void for me. That’s why I so appreciate Facebook’s self-branding as a “social utility:” it isn’t defining itself as a replacement for real interaction. I know it’s just a term, but it is really an important distinction versus MySpace’s “a place for friends.”* The post-Facebook terms we’ve affixed to sociality—by that, I mean the human impulse to fuse connections with other people—demonstrate some shift in the way we idealize our relationships with people.

Utility: noun, defined as “something useful or designed for use.” It feels cold and mechanical. It reminds me that I need to pay my electric and water bill.** “Social utility” is not a widely used term by most Facebook users, I’ve come to realize; mostly, people like me who are interested in these things are the ones who end up taking issue with the term. My point is that the term is a consoling, yet subtlety disturbing distinction from “social network.” On one hand, I am consoled, in a world where it is easy to feel isolated despite the possibilities that the Internet holds for sociality, but the fact that Facebook claims that it is merely a utility, used for maintaining and augmenting connections that have root in real life. On the other hand, I am incredibly disturbed that we think about our relationships in these chilly terms and believe that they sometimes lend to taking relationships for granted. I’ve caught myself doing this: instead of calling someone to see what’s up in their life, I just go to their Facebook page and take a gander at their recent posts. That, I suppose, is the purpose of this utility but it makes friendship pretty autonomous after the initial Friend-ing.

My friend explained her “relationship maintenance” methods to me once when I was upset about falling out of contact with one of my best friends. She said that! “Relationship maintenance!” Needless to say, it didn’t console me to hear this. Of course, I think I took the claim a little too heavily and admittedly, this conversation took place over a year ago; but, I wonder if people thought this way 15 years ago about their relationships? Even 10 years ago? Did we think about relationships in terms of tools and mechanics?

*Just occured to me, but it’s interesting that MySpace locates itself. Not a tool, but a destination, a meeting place. Have previously focused on the “friend” part.

**There has been speculation that Facebook may become a paid service, eventually. I wonder if their “social utility” rhetoric signals the eventuality of billing for service.

What's Happening? New Twitter Question Makes More Sense for Digital Humanities

foundhistory:

Yesterday Twitter changed its update prompt from “What are you doing?” to “What’s happening?” There is a lot of subtle speculation on what the change means for Twitter and how it does or doesn’t reflect changes in user behavior over time. But at least for the digital humanities crowd, which uses Twitter largely as a place to share links, content, and news—rather than simply to provide personal status updates—the new question seems more appropriate.

fuckyeahmichigan:

brittanycakes:

To all you fellow Michiganders out there, I think you know what I’m talking about with this one.


I teared up a little bit. Partly out of like genuine sadness, because MI is awesome and it is my home and I&#8217;m sad that the answer everyone has for me is to leave.
Also, maybe it&#8217;s a little bit of a catalyst. I&#8217;m having an allergic reaction to something, I&#8217;ve talked to more antagonistic creditors than is really healthy for one person in a weekend, and I feel a little bit like a high five left hanging, just waiting for another super-psyched and awesome hand to high-five me.
Ugh, @ my lowpointz, yo.
On the other hand, my allergy swollen lip makes my mouth look like Liv Tyler&#8217;s.

fuckyeahmichigan:

brittanycakes:

To all you fellow Michiganders out there, I think you know what I’m talking about with this one.

I teared up a little bit. Partly out of like genuine sadness, because MI is awesome and it is my home and I’m sad that the answer everyone has for me is to leave.

Also, maybe it’s a little bit of a catalyst. I’m having an allergic reaction to something, I’ve talked to more antagonistic creditors than is really healthy for one person in a weekend, and I feel a little bit like a high five left hanging, just waiting for another super-psyched and awesome hand to high-five me.

Ugh, @ my lowpointz, yo.

On the other hand, my allergy swollen lip makes my mouth look like Liv Tyler’s.

I&#8217;m past the age and lifestyle where I &#8220;discover&#8221; pictures of myself on Facebook from a wild and ~crAyZee~ night, so when I found a bunch of randoms in my bestie&#8217;s latest album, it was a nice reminder of a pretty fun night from not too long ago.
Also: fellas, the line starts right over there.

I’m past the age and lifestyle where I “discover” pictures of myself on Facebook from a wild and ~crAyZee~ night, so when I found a bunch of randoms in my bestie’s latest album, it was a nice reminder of a pretty fun night from not too long ago.

Also: fellas, the line starts right over there.

To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via fuckyeahhappy)

thewordunheard:

suitep:

capucha:

Ok. I am now officially obsessed with Pomplamoose. Check out their cover of Earth Wind and Fire’s “September”. It is like drinking a bottle of concentrated happiness. And the Grandma… Omg…The Grandma ! Just watch. :)

Ohhh Grandma!

OK, Pomplamoose kind of freaks me out because of the girl’s soulless, staring eyes. BUT: watch and skip to 1:08 to see what I now officially aspire to be in old age.

THANK YOU. The music is nice, but when I watch the videos I get really distracted by her expressionless face.

thedailywhat:

This Is Jason Segelarious, You Should Watch It of the Day: Freaky Jason Segel debuted a new song with very personal lyrics during last night’s Swell Season concert at The Wiltern in Los Angeles.

Old and Busted: 867-5309. New Hotness: 315-329-6673.

[thanks matt!]

Auto-reblog without even watching this (yet), because one of my personal goals in life is to find Jason Segel and make him fall in love with me (which he obviously will, because—I mean, come on!).

EDIT: OH JEEZ GUYS. I am reduced to teenage giggling in front of my laptop. I am charmed.

Last night, I dreamt about this world where a Magic Marker mark on your arm would turn you into a slave of the person who owned the marker.

Last night, I dreamt about this world where a Magic Marker mark on your arm would turn you into a slave of the person who owned the marker.

Dignam: This is unbelievable. Who put the fuckin&#8217; cameras in this place? Police Camera Tech: Who the fuck are you? Dignam: I&#8217;m the guy who does his job. You must be the other guy.

Dignam: This is unbelievable. Who put the fuckin’ cameras in this place? 
Police Camera Tech: Who the fuck are you? 
Dignam: I’m the guy who does his job. You must be the other guy.