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Creative Reading: The Art of Self, Take 2

21 October 2009 One Comment
This entry is part 10 of 45 in the series I, Reader

Reading as a Creative Act, Pt. 4

Creative reading has two directions: the path inward to expanded interiority, and the path outward to the discovery of ‘other’ in the philosophical sense.

The inner path is a journey into the poorly lit domain of the unconscious. Introspection is a limited tool. We lack the interpretive framework to make sense of what we see, the scaffolds to traverse the interior. We enlist stories and their symbols to help make sense of our inner experience.

The interior seems like a free space. It is a place of imagination and fantasy without judgement, for no other shares this space. It is a place of self-sufficiency. I once lived on a farm with no neighbours in sight. We drank wine while watching multi-layered sunsets in the big sky, setting around a great bonfire, my son beating his drums in the barn. I began reading back-to-the-land books, eager to give shape to this dream. It was a dream of sovereignty. It was the “I” in I, Reader.

This is reading with a fire the belly. It is cocaine. But it is also narcissism, a self-indulgence, ultimately failing. No space is truly free of others. We grow up internalizing the judgements of others. And self-sufficiency is lonely. Bliss, then perhaps hell. Reluctantly, we look for other stories, turn to other books to see what is new in the world. These people go into the world equipped with interiority, and it shows. People who lack interiority are creepy. More on this in the next post.

The inner path is full of contradictions. How does one make sense of thing without an external frame of reference, i.e. how does one bootstrap, pull oneself up by one’s own bootstraps? Cognitive theorists play with these ideas when trying to invent computational models of consciousness. Remember Hofstadter’s popular book on self-reference: Godel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid?

Further reading:

A Smattering of Back-to-the-Land Books

Suppose the Oil Ran Out: World Made by Hand by James Howard Kunstler (Book Review)

Schwitzgebel, Eric (work in progress). Perplexities of Consciousness. Eric writes excellent material on the limits of introspection. Link.

Godel, Escher, Bach
Godel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid; Douglas Hofstadter

Song Of Myself
Song Of Myself; Walt Whitman
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  • barbara said:

    Didn’t make it all the way through the Hofstadter book.

    “The inner path is full of contradictions.” But contradictions are just ripples in the river of life. The way that can be explained isn’t the true way.

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