Re: <documenta X><blast>Colours of Words

cwduff@alcor.concordia.ca
Mon, 4 Aug 1997 02:08:05 -0400 (EDT)

On Tue, 29 Jul 1997, Viktor A.Mazin wrote:

> Clifford Duffy wrote at 27.07.97 21:52:
>
> > If I recall righly Sh. suffered over his powers of memory?
>
> Sh. even tried to cover the next to the last level of his
> memory by intransparent imaginary cotton. But it was
> useless:letters and formulas showed through the 'screen'. ***Yes, this
part of the book is amazing... the sheer (no pun intended, or as S.
Beckett said in another context, no symbols where none intended)
materiality of his rapport with words. - But again I differ I don't think
this can be called "archaic." It is a dormant skill. For Sh. it was pain
as well...*** HAve you read the Bicameral Theory of Consciousness? This
book, and I am sorry but the author's name escapes me, elaborates a theory
of language, primitivism, poetry, the Greeks, schizophrenia and neurology
that is rich, multi-layered and not reductive. That alone makes it a
striking book! Will do a search on the author une autre fois.
******
> By the way, Sh. could see the
colour of > articulated words (another archaic ability
> of his mind).*** Why insist on seeing this as "archaic?" Once more I
refer to Rimbaud's "colours of the vowel" scheme, and the colours Joyce
assigns to letters throughout Ulysses; the colours schemas of Finnegans
Wake (I mean the colour schematics of the letter-permutation structures)
are notable examples of articulate, modernist minds who see words in
"colour." The Dada poets, (many of whom became Surrealists Tzara et.al.)
did work with the colours of vowels and their contrasting consonantal
colours. And I am quite certain Isidore Isou (of the Lettrists Movement)
and Michel Lemaitre did work along similar lines.... all this really to
say I dont think this sense of language can be described as "archaic."
It may not be common, but that is another story.
"All words are restless sailors waiting to climb
over your lips, they are restless tongues hungering
for the lover's clutch. She speaks the restless
red of his body twitch. His lips tear a nail from a word,
it bleeds dead red, a noun, a sexual verb which scatters
a paradise before parades."
Rimbaud's description of the vowels can be found in several letters, as
well as the poem Voyelles.
"Words, the mothers of bodies and tongues."
CD
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