NP: For Your Consideration

[Joseph Tracy]

And of course nobody who reads cream colored books would know anything about interstices. 

We have no context for the passage, but I have to say that standing on its own  it doesn’t rock my interest, It just seems like someone out-snooting the snooty. If the miracles and interstices  are about unconsidered dimensions or perhaps  the unappreciated connections within nonverbal reality it becomes more interesting.  Insults are not my favorite art form, hence my pointy questions.  

I read some reviews of the book. Mostly loved it or bored to tears with one very thoughtful review suggesting it needed to be edited down to a more readable size,  but sounds to be potentially Pynchonian in quality, scope  and imagination; one of the ‘characters' is a kind of digital hive mind which some readers found very impressive. 

 So we all had to look up saccades, funny. It is a coolly precise word, useful for a visual artist too.  I too would like to hear what Monte has to say about the book  as a whole.
> On Jan 17, 2018, at 12:24 PM, Paul Mackin <mackin.paul at gmail.com> wrote:
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> Didn't the decline of the interstices probably begin back with the ancient Greeks, Thales or somebody, who started using logic to describe the world? Before that there was nothing but interstices. As it were.
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> Then, there's fuzzy math and fuzzy logic David's post reminds us of.
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> On Wed, Jan 17, 2018 at 12:12 PM, Mark Kohut <mark.kohut at gmail.com> wrote:
> VERY nice...
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> On Wed, Jan 17, 2018 at 11:53 AM, David Morris <fqmorris at gmail.com> wrote:
> "Interstices" is a ripe word, full of meaning.
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> Makes me think of fuzzy borders, stitches between fabrics, transitions between eras.  I think GRs Pynchon would call it the Zone.
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> David Morris
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> On Wed, Jan 17, 2018 at 10:46 AM Paul Mackin <mackin.paul at gmail.com> wrote:
> I had a work friend once who was always saying his preference was for  the interstices.  This was very long ago but I think it was something like, in Pynchonian terms,  preferring the noise to the signal. Or maybe the excluded middle. He had a very interesting mind. I wish I could remember an example.
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> On Wed, Jan 17, 2018 at 6:40 AM, Mark Kohut <mark.kohut at gmail.com> wrote:
> This line is within throwing distance of a terrif Pynchon line, imho.
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> "Meaning is being made in the saccades and the interstitial spaces you ignore."  Even better than Jochen's pun, we get a new image of the real world's meaning  as not found on paper. Not in them there university press books. The real territory is in the holes in the map, so to imagine. 
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> Yes, I had to look up 'saccades', didju? 
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>  As above, so below. 
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> On Tue, Jan 16, 2018 at 2:16 PM, rich <richard.romeo at gmail.com> wrote:
> Dylan's Mr Jones was a bit more easy on the ear
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> On Mon, Jan 15, 2018 at 5:44 PM, Joseph Tracy <brook7 at sover.net> wrote:
> I don’t quite know who he is addressing
> or what are the miracles
> or when they begin
> otherwise it does seem highly insulting
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> > On Jan 15, 2018, at 4:01 PM, Monte Davis <montedavis49 at gmail.com> wrote:
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> > From Gnomon, by Nick Harkaway:
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> > "You sit reading news that has nothing new in it, telling yourself that because you hold in your hand some glossy skeuomorphic lozenge you are technologically au fait, and that because you know where in the endless repetition of tribal politics and fairy dust economics your world is, or have consumed many of those books published in pale cream jackets by university presses, you are somehow informed about what is important.
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> > You are not. Meaning is being made in the saccades and the interstitial spaces you ignore. When the miracles begin, you will declare that the world has taken a great leap forward, and —wearing the amazed expression of a pantomime clown—you will quote Proust as tomorrow’s children make jokes that derive their humour from puns invoking senses you do not have. You will wear your bewilderment first as modish nostalgia and then as politically charged performance art, and finally as a proud, doomed ethical position whose idiot gravity you cannot escape. You will go to your grave protesting that everyone else has misunderstood. Oh, bravo. Bravo."
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