Something I’ve “remembered” recently: I fucking love musicals.
Something I am surprised about: that one can “remember” something one already “has,” or that is “already there.”
Something I’m learning: “remembering” is not (always?) merely a cognitive, data-based recollection of (something like) “facts,” but involves feeling; is an experience of embodiment (~emotions + cognition). This sort of remembering is closer to realizing, but weirdly surprising because, again, it’s “already there.”
A week ago thursday I published the first of a series of ruminations on death that I am calling “-turgies” (an explanation for which is at least seeded in said post), and which I haven’t shared with anyone yet as I have been too tired after work to do any online heel-clicking. I would very much appreciate it if you gave it a read!
Relatedly, you can check out my patreon for more opportunities to support my writing, and also to figure out what I mean by the terms “Parallax,” “Conspiracy,” “Articulation,” “Thaumaturgical,” & “Research/ Ideas,” among other things.
Also relatedly, as well as an “aside,” I am starting to think now that many of these aforementioned other things are going to increasingly exclude the rather unwieldy topics that I tend to consider (e.g. life, death, etc.), and in-clude topics that I’m sure I will render equally unwieldy in my consideration of them, like musicals and this article on why Margaret Wise Brown’s “Goodnight Moon” is actually a ghost story that I’ve been working on for years.
And with that, I’m off to accomplish that which this post began as, a to-do list: laundry, shower, shave, call the credit cards and clean the house— and all this in time to hit the road for the opening of the Mike Henderson exhibition at the Manetti Shrem in Davis, the catalog for which my partner wrote an essay and at which she is participating in a roundtable seminar. As for me I will be looking at art and posting up at a cafe to work on the Goodnight Moon article. Wish me luck and good luck to you. XO