Language Games (Notes from a work in Progress)
Posted: 01 Jun 2016 18:33
All thought (that is to say linguistic thought) is shaped during our waking hours, our waking life, by languages of culture-society-existence. This is the litany of contemporary waking life. In a society where vast bodies of knowledge are readily available (at once one can consider side-by-side the real-time world news, YouTube videos of John Searle discussing Wittgenstein, the smashup oil paintings of Leonardo Zhang, Conspiracy theories about reptilian blood cults of 13 bloodlines uniting to take over the world and worship a thirty foot cement owl statue on the east lawn of the White House, Walt Whitman on a Levi’s commercial beside an eCopy of The Fascist Manifesto on Project Gutenberg) it is easy to get into the mode of litany overload, into a state where all signifiers are looking for their signified, the referents for their references.
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Let us being with the creation poem then as metaphor for the pre-linguistic womb-garden: In a garden began a game we will never be able to end: The Game of Language.
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Just as it was once a given that the atom was the basic smallest container to hold all the necessities of bio-life— let us feign for a moment that the smallest whole linguistic sign unit mankind can encounter (be whatever it may of the abstraction) is by its very minute nature the building block of complex linguistic thought, the orderly language of thought.
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Let us be clear: linguistic clarity is the aim of all thought which we prepare for interpersonal communication (be it conscious or subconscious): “There will be time, there will be time. To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create…” T.S. Eliot “Love Song of J. Alfred”
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When we communicate effectively, we always arrive in the simplest of forms available. Else we do not communicate effectively. On the Use and Abuse of History for Life I can think of no simpler expression of thought.
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The notion that every experience is, by our own nature alone, a completely and totally and firstly a private one, assumes that we wait in the womb until Mother dies, then we build ourselves a little recluse’s shack inside and begin writing a language we’ll never learn to read. Simply put: what we experience in our waking life (& to some degree in dreams) is in itself communal; since we can only know experience through a shared common language.
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It is necessary to understand that language in this sense extends beyond the realm of the spoken/written. We must consider the bases of all things even capable of being possessed of language, if only through our own by our kind. When we contemplate the subtle variations of tone and hue on a frog’s back, we must consiuder the thoughts that correlate with our sensual perceptions thereof, the language itself, which we have attributed to that which sits before us as ‘frog.’
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When we define a thing, we perform in ourselves a correlated act— so in fact we do not define precisely that which we see before us; we locate in ourselves the common form (which is the lacunae within) to sustain the language and create a living context for that thing which did not exist there before then. We surrender to a common form that the object locates in us for the sake of the language. We allow language the room necessary to find what it needs to preserve itself, while still evolving with us. We are mutual protectors of the other, not for the sake of the other but for the sake of self-preservation. It is a symbiotic life with language. Otherwise when the frog was first named only that exact frog could possibly carry the word-name frog, since only it possessed the qualities that define frog. If language was as such that every single physical object or being and everything else got its own self-defining word-name, it would not have survived or even existed at at all. Since surely to give everything its own word-name would quickly exhaust the little human mouth and even quicker overload the feeble mind-memory.
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By nature birth must be violent enough to traumatize the newborn into total amnesia of the sense memory. Else we will ever remember the comfort of eternal black water of the womb, never teaching ourselves (by the will of the senses) to say “take a deep breath.” If we remembered the womb-time, we’d never learn to breathe, no matter how hard the nurse tried to slap us into the horrors of this life. This is her revenge for being born. After that first breath, if all goes as planned, we won’t remember to blame her. We will already be immersed in the languages of existence.
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Let us being with the creation poem then as metaphor for the pre-linguistic womb-garden: In a garden began a game we will never be able to end: The Game of Language.
&
Just as it was once a given that the atom was the basic smallest container to hold all the necessities of bio-life— let us feign for a moment that the smallest whole linguistic sign unit mankind can encounter (be whatever it may of the abstraction) is by its very minute nature the building block of complex linguistic thought, the orderly language of thought.
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Let us be clear: linguistic clarity is the aim of all thought which we prepare for interpersonal communication (be it conscious or subconscious): “There will be time, there will be time. To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create…” T.S. Eliot “Love Song of J. Alfred”
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When we communicate effectively, we always arrive in the simplest of forms available. Else we do not communicate effectively. On the Use and Abuse of History for Life I can think of no simpler expression of thought.
&
The notion that every experience is, by our own nature alone, a completely and totally and firstly a private one, assumes that we wait in the womb until Mother dies, then we build ourselves a little recluse’s shack inside and begin writing a language we’ll never learn to read. Simply put: what we experience in our waking life (& to some degree in dreams) is in itself communal; since we can only know experience through a shared common language.
&
It is necessary to understand that language in this sense extends beyond the realm of the spoken/written. We must consider the bases of all things even capable of being possessed of language, if only through our own by our kind. When we contemplate the subtle variations of tone and hue on a frog’s back, we must consiuder the thoughts that correlate with our sensual perceptions thereof, the language itself, which we have attributed to that which sits before us as ‘frog.’
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When we define a thing, we perform in ourselves a correlated act— so in fact we do not define precisely that which we see before us; we locate in ourselves the common form (which is the lacunae within) to sustain the language and create a living context for that thing which did not exist there before then. We surrender to a common form that the object locates in us for the sake of the language. We allow language the room necessary to find what it needs to preserve itself, while still evolving with us. We are mutual protectors of the other, not for the sake of the other but for the sake of self-preservation. It is a symbiotic life with language. Otherwise when the frog was first named only that exact frog could possibly carry the word-name frog, since only it possessed the qualities that define frog. If language was as such that every single physical object or being and everything else got its own self-defining word-name, it would not have survived or even existed at at all. Since surely to give everything its own word-name would quickly exhaust the little human mouth and even quicker overload the feeble mind-memory.
&
By nature birth must be violent enough to traumatize the newborn into total amnesia of the sense memory. Else we will ever remember the comfort of eternal black water of the womb, never teaching ourselves (by the will of the senses) to say “take a deep breath.” If we remembered the womb-time, we’d never learn to breathe, no matter how hard the nurse tried to slap us into the horrors of this life. This is her revenge for being born. After that first breath, if all goes as planned, we won’t remember to blame her. We will already be immersed in the languages of existence.