Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.much more tactility
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
not their contents
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
"Put a blanket."
Today I felt like starting
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
Thank you, Jack
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.