Unmoored And Meeting Robertson... Greckol

Unmoored and meeting Robertson... Greckol

Sonja

If Catullus went into therapy, would his mojo, following on Doda, return? Or does Catullus need to run everyone around him ragged in the service of his art? Is this like the narcissistic mother who only can admit the child when it serves her own needs? What kind of art does it create? Virginia Woolf reflected on the practice of women reflecting men back to themselves at twice their size. If Geryon went into therapy, he might lose his wings or transparent he might resolve and get rather mundane as is the near the end threat. If I am trapped like a large bug in the barely discernable filigree of a Modernist sensibility, is it intricate or imbricate, or just an imbroglio, poetic and historic or hysteric? I want nouns and verbs but Carson instructs "These small imported mechanisms [adjectives] are in charge of attaching everything in the world to its place in particularity. They are latches of being." What kind of imbroglio, where does it fasten? And I lose my place again but later she quotes Baudrillard 'Consumption is not a passion for substances but a passion for code.' A thread I can grasp or ravel.. How am I Robertson's reader, Carson's reader but not Moore's? I code, you code, she codesa shared code like a joke or a poem, perhaps Is it because the days I can remember when Mad Men Were Fathers Who Knew Best and Lassie Came Home and my now code is irretrievably scrambledfragged... Against this stands Judith Butler once again: 'The 'I' is the moment of failure in every narrative effort to give account of itself.'