Wednesday, November 09, 2005

In re: almost everything I've been on about recently- whether politics or art collecting: from my parents' and now my own hardback first edition of Richard Roud's Godard.
JLG -"There's no point in having sharp images if you've got fuzzy ideas. Leacock's lack of subjectivity leads him ultimately to a lack of subjectivity. He doesn't know that he is a metteur en scene, that pure reportage doesn't exist."
I spent some time yesterday browsing over Goffman's Presentation of Self in Everyday Life and had the same response. If anything I'm reading or looking at -any work of human hand and mind- does not manifest that sort of double awareness, I become lost. The pseudo-autism of intellectual life. It's almost painful.

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