I have been reading. Now writing. Played a little poker earlier. Lost my shirt, got a sleeve back. Looking down, I see two sleeves.
The reading? An article, “The Labyrinth and the Urinal,” by Robert Morris in the new “Critical Inquiry,” a periodical out of the University of Chicago. Near the end of the essay, he makes this observation about another’s writing:
And it is in the everyday that Cavell locates the uncanny. It is the “oddness” of the “ordinary” that Cavell sees the uncanny emerging, in those places where the remarkable and the casual coincide, places “in which everything and nothing differs.”
A Conceptual Minimalism? Morris is best known as a writer and a minimalist sculptor, so it makes sense he would take this path. Out-sublime the sublime with the irony of a grand yet self-effacing or mundane gesture. It is a difficult aesthetic stance to maintain in that it disregards the expectations of the audience, and therefore their “investment” in the spectacle. If one shoots oneself in the foot in the forest…
Do it anyway. Just make sure you get footage.