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Overview
“I stick to a form that bluntly admits its own limitation and partiality and makes a virtue of both things,” Heighton writes in his foreword, “a form that lodges no claim to encyclopedic completeness, balance, or conclusive truth. At times, this form (I’m going to call it the memo) is a hybrid of the epigram and the précis, or of the aphorism and the abstract, the maxim and the debater’s initial be-it-resolved. At other times it’s a meditation in the Aurelian sense, a dispatch-to-self that aspires to address other selves readers as well.”
It’s in these very aspirations, reaching both back into and forward in time and, ultimately, outside of the pages of the book itself that Heighton offers perhaps the freshest, most provocative picture of what it means to create the literature of the modern world.
Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9781550229370 |
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Publisher: | ECW Press |
Publication date: | 10/01/2011 |
Pages: | 74 |
Product dimensions: | 4.90(w) x 6.80(h) x 0.40(d) |
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I am not bored at the moment, though it might be better if I were. Boredom might mean I was lagging and loafing my way slowly toward a fresh jag of creative work, creative excitementa poem, a story, the opening lines of a novel, lines that might lead anywhere, into the expectant offing, off the edge of the storyboard into a sandbox as vast as the Sahara. (I chose writing because I saw no reason that adults should ever cease to play.) Instead I‘m expending another day as a compliant, efficient functionaryearnest secretary to my own little career. (If you’ll excuse me, another email just blipped into view. I’m going to have to click and skim over, so I can glean that small, fleeting fix of satisfaction that comes from purging the inbox. A sense of accomplishment!the ensuing narcotic calm!that deeply licit, Lutheran drug our time-ridden culture starts pushing on us in kindergarten, or even sooner.)
***
I’m afraid that boredom, at least of a certain kind, may be disappearing from the world. And this potential truancy has me worried, partly for the sake of my daughter and her generation, but alsohow unsurprisingfor myself. Myself and other writers. I mean, the minute I get bored now I check my email. There’s often something new theremaybe something rewarding, a note from a friend, some news from my publisher. And if there’s nothing there, there’s the internet. For almost all of my writer friends it’s the same: like me, they constantly, casually lateralize into the digital realm. Some of them also have cable TV (I don’t), so if email, YouTube and other web excursions fail to gratify, they can surf a tsunami of channels. Or else play video games. Whatever. The issue here is screen media. The issue is that staring into spacein that musing, semi-bored state that can precede or help produce creative activityis impossible when you keep interposing a screen between your seeing mind and the space beyond. The idea is to stare at nothingto let nothingness permeate your field of vision, so the externally unstimulated mind revs down, begins to brood and muse and dream.What a live screen presents is the opposite of nothing. The info and interactivity it proffers can be vital, instructive, entertaining, usefully subversive and other good things, but they also keep the mind in a state of hyperstimulation. All the neurological and anecdotal evidence backs up this claim.The twenty-first century brain may be verging on the neural equivalent of adrenal collapse.
***
Just as an hour of boredomof being at loose ends and staring into spacecan serve as precursor to a child’s next spate of creative work/play (“work, ” I write, because a young child’s profession is to play), so an adult’s month of brooding can open into a year of purposeful creativity.
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Boredom is the laboratory where new enthusiasms ready themselves, beakers and test tubes bubbling quietly over Bunsen flames no larger than pilot lights, spectral figures in lab coats moving among them, speaking in hushed voices. Not one of these figures has the bored dreamer’s own facethe face the dreamer wears during the day.
Table of Contents
Foreword1. Given To Inspiration
2. Memos To A Younger Self
3. Memos To A Writer A Decade Deep In The Work
4. On Reading: Fifteen Memos To Myself
5. On Criticism
6. On Poetry
7. New Frames Of Feeling: Eclectic Dispatches
8. A Devil’s Dictionary For Writers
9. On Trying To Wear Al’s Shirts
Acknowledgements
Reading Group Guide
I am not bored at the moment, though it might be better if I were. Boredom might mean I was lagging and loafing my way slowly toward a fresh jag of creative work, creative excitementa poem, a story, the opening lines of a novel, lines that might lead anywhere, into the expectant offing, off the edge of the storyboard into a sandbox as vast as the Sahara. (I chose writing because I saw no reason that adults should ever cease to play.) Instead I‘m expending another day as a compliant, efficient functionaryearnest secretary to my own little career. (If you’ll excuse me, another email just blipped into view. I’m going to have to click and skim over, so I can glean that small, fleeting fix of satisfaction that comes from purging the inbox. A sense of accomplishment!the ensuing narcotic calm!that deeply licit, Lutheran drug our time-ridden culture starts pushing on us in kindergarten, or even sooner.)
***
I’m afraid that boredom, at least of a certain kind, may be disappearing from the world. And this potential truancy has me worried, partly for the sake of my daughter and her generation, but alsohow unsurprisingfor myself. Myself and other writers. I mean, the minute I get bored now I check my email. There’s often something new theremaybe something rewarding, a note from a friend, some news from my publisher. And if there’s nothing there, there’s the internet. For almost all of my writer friends it’s the same: like me, they constantly, casually lateralize into the digital realm. Some of them also have cable TV (I don’t), so if email, YouTube and other web excursions fail to gratify, they can surf a tsunami of channels. Or else play video games. Whatever. The issue here is screen media. The issue is that staring into spacein that musing, semi-bored state that can precede or help produce creative activityis impossible when you keep interposing a screen between your seeing mind and the space beyond. The idea is to stare at nothingto let nothingness permeate your field of vision, so the externally unstimulated mind revs down, begins to brood and muse and dream.What a live screen presents is the opposite of nothing. The info and interactivity it proffers can be vital, instructive, entertaining, usefully subversive and other good things, but they also keep the mind in a state of hyperstimulation. All the neurological and anecdotal evidence backs up this claim.The twenty-first century brain may be verging on the neural equivalent of adrenal collapse.
***
Just as an hour of boredomof being at loose ends and staring into spacecan serve as precursor to a child’s next spate of creative work/play (“work, ” I write, because a young child’s profession is to play), so an adult’s month of brooding can open into a year of purposeful creativity.
***
Boredom is the laboratory where new enthusiasms ready themselves, beakers and test tubes bubbling quietly over Bunsen flames no larger than pilot lights, spectral figures in lab coats moving among them, speaking in hushed voices. Not one of these figures has the bored dreamer’s own facethe face the dreamer wears during the day.