Head Out of Place
I have not written nearly as much as I should’ve. This year, last year, the year before. No doubt next year. It is not that I don’t have things to write or ideas to get out. It is probably the opposite. I feel like I have a fury of ideas in here. Linked, wandering, all over the shop. It is all soupy noise. Gets in the way. I start thinking about how I should write about this, or that, or that other thing, and then I stumble over what I should (in a normative, traditional good essay sort of should) do, and then how that idea also grows out of this other one, so perhaps that one should be done first. Except there isn’t really a priority or a prior here. So I stop. Stutter. Start. Again, and again. And again.
Hypertext. Real, glorious, lascivious hypertext was my first solution to this. It remains probably the best. But I have also realised that I need to stop the struggle of fighting my thought to an other (external, highly rational, linear, carefully elaborate and preplanned structures of the good essay) and begin to develop an academic vernacular of my own. If it doesn’t work, change it. If it works, use it, break it, make with it. After all, I’d like it to be about ideas and the dialogic flows these participate in and produce rather than ensuring filial soverignity.
Tags: hypertext, writing