These are the first of an enormous set of various symbols (expecting 1111 total) I've intentionally created to navigate the nature of communication with source and creativity. Communication is taken for granted today, and it's a true miracle that we communicate at all, and we do sometimes!
My job allows me to write poetry with unregistered symbols and images. Have we been harnessing the power of the subconscious linguistic faculties to the capacity of our imagination?
Do any of these stand out to you?
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Happy birthday to the great Harman Melville! This prophetic man, who gifted the world—and (whither the greatest significance was dedicated) his own country—with Moby-Dick, an American and Western literary classic. Melville, born in 1819, would have been 200 years old had he remained alive. Writing Moby-Dick in February 1850, continuing for a total of 18 months (a shockingly short time for a tome that works on so many levels, and wraps up nearly all loose ends, ends you didn't even know were loose!) this novel-like-none-other came out alongside other American classics such as 'Leaves of Grass' and 'Walden' during a short period—shockingly short considering this immaculate procession of masterworkss—known as the American Renaissance.
I greatly wish that he had lived until now, or at least until his 105th birthday or so, so he'd've been able to know that millions of people now recognize Moby-Dick as a master-work of English literature. Upon the novel's release, the general public in the US upon would not do so, and it would be another 70 years until the 'Melville Revival'. Melville died believing his greatest achievement was a failure.
To celebrate his birthday I read, for the first time, 'Bartleby the Scrivener', a hilarious and, similar to the proto-modernist encyclopedic novel regarding the White Whale, wholly ahead of it's time. Bartleby seems to be a premonition of the comic fiction of Franz Kafka, whose stories are often based in offices where wry and petty power plays between officials gives the reader a helpless and alienatimg but often familiar feeling, and most often coaxing great laughs and an otherwise wide smile while reading.
Other than Bartleby beating Kafka to the punch in many respects, Melville is overlooked for perhaps being the first person to use stream-of-consciousness style writing (particularly in chapter 29 of Moby-Dick, when we see Stubb think to himself in a rather disjointed manner), this style often being credited to James Joyce or Virginia Woolf in their 1920's novels. Aside from this, Ishmael is almost undoubtedly the first unreliable narrator in the Western tradition, this credit often going to Nabokov's narrator in Lolita.
Joyce or Kafka?!? As some of my two favorite artists, the two modernists, born only a year-and-a-half apart, would seem to be almost exact opposites in many regards. _
In terms of their respective prose and approach to literature in general—Joycean encyclopedic suggestion and prose meant to produce musical invitations that years of dedicated thinking produced; versus Kafkaesque labyrinthine excavation of universal childhood nightmares and his purely comical examination of trivial bureaucracies, often original writings that were never edited—it is easy to see how diametrically opposed they are on the surface. _
Indeed Joyce and Kafka seem to be opposites in exactly how they became to be integrated into the literary canon along with how much success they experienced during their lifetime (Joyce being received immediately for almost everything he did and ensuring his place in literary history by his 40th birthday; and Kafka dying thinking he was a failure as an author at age 40). _
Still, I am constantly finding similarities between the two, though many of these similarities can be thought of as "meta" in type; the pure gravity these men affect upon literature even to this day is staggering and unknowable in degree, due to both of their abilities to, in their respective ways, alter the existing styles and traditions of the literature that existed at the turn of the century and render it both difficult but rewarding, strange but accessible, foreign but natural. _
The most meta similarity (my favorite one, for reasons stemming from my iron strong compulsive attitude toward order in all things, in general), is the similarities in numerology. Both born in the early 1880's, a year and a half apart, both men would essentially end up offering three novels and a collection of short stories (as well as pub'd and unpub'd personal writings and correspondences), Kafka's novels being all unfinished and Joyce's perhaps being "ad-finished" or "over-finished", especially when one considers the 17 year project of the 600 page novel 'Finnegans Wake'. _
What's more, the only project Joyce would ever work on after Kafka's death would be this ill-received, Sui Generis master-work.