Nonsense/Unsense and the Loss of the Body
Jean-Jacques Lecercle in Philosophy Through the Looking Glass argues that Nonsense is a somatically driven utterance vis a vis the lens of Lewis Carroll, Antonin Artaud, and various others all of whom had bodies. Before I go into detail about this awesome book, I really want to sketch out vector of discourse here that I think is omni-relevant to general things involving Gnoetry, Nonsense, and embodiment.
Firstly, the “body” has the role of generating what Lecercle calls nonsense but for the purposes of contradistinction, I will call Unsense. This is largely because, as Lecercle argues, the mechanism of its production is a preconscious, somatic reaction, (think Kristeva’s chora). An example would be a scream.
In this sense, and I think in many others, Gnoetry (or text generation for literary purposes) represents a “disembodied” literature, which has at its lower bound disembodied non-sense. Even the name Gnoetry (false derivation) evokes the concept of Gnosis and Gnostics who believed their bodies were the prison of their spirits.
Now, it is not that the body is necessarily absent in Gnoetics. It may just be reassigned.
The questions then are:
What role could a disembodied poetics play as a cultural commentary?
Why is it interesting or useful to do this, and where would the effect of it be most fully realized?
What is taking the place of the body’s role as Lecercle defines it?
These are the sorts of questions I want to ponder moving forward from Simanowski and Death of Author style critiques. Death now becomes the loss of the body. The algorithm/system/mechanism/script inherits its place.
Here are some unsupervised generations. I want to think this through more clearly, go back to Lecercle, a bunch of other stuff, then angle it toward being something I could use for DHQ. Any thoughts on this?
better she #PRES_3S straight through \n
my #N+ then #PRES_3P \n
with a #A #N \n
I am a #N of #N, #N and #N \n
with a #N ‘s #N \n
at a #N that #PRES_3S its own #N \n
and #PRES_3S beyond the #N+ \n
of its own #N \n
better she wastes straight through
my wavers then disintegrate
with a beheld grain
I am a vacillation of radioactivity, grace and shake
with a face ‘s prohibition
at a revelation that buys its own thing evaded
and debases beyond the forgivenesses
of its own sacredness