Showing posts with label Jorge Luis Borges. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jorge Luis Borges. Show all posts

Thursday, November 20, 2025

it plays a little melody

 



A pocket calculator.   Another pocket calculator.




Dear Grantor of Wishes,

What I want, O Enobled One, is a learned little pocket sized person to have with me at all times, to consult with on terms like "chiasmus."  A portable being who could unpack for me, the meaning, in the literary sense.  Not the foul block of text generated by our Robot Overlords that I must train my eyes to shut out when I see the degenerating* phrase:  AI Overview.  And not even, the kinder, much more useful sterile dictionary description, because I see, that chiasmus, chiasma, has a meaning used in genetics as well as in literature.  It means, Alice, in part, the little crossed section in the center of say the letter x.  Now, as a space**, an interstice, well, it's terribly evocative, but that still doesn't let me know what it might mean for a translator to talk about the formal preference of chiasmus found in Borges.  

And well, damnmit, Jim, I want to know!

Beyond this desire, for defining specificity, the contextual knowledge of a word, I want this little pocket being to be gentle, kind, but never condescending.  I want to it beckon me, with an excited little hand gesture, and say:  "Looky here!  It is this, the text refers to, to this concept, and that is only really the beginning, because the text might also share some of the context of its life in another field, and you must also want to know who uses a term like this, and when, and also, why.  So grab a cup of tea and I'll get a little bit of scrap paper and pencil and we can make a diagram of all the arms this word has, all the roads that lead in and out from it."




*  "At this use of 'degenerating,'" my little pocket person would say, "the writer suggests that the AI is both degenerating itself and the things it overviews, and also that it degenerates the user, or reader of the AI Overview, hence the writer's rush to avoid reading the Overview.  A concept like this invites us, as readers, to wonder if writing, if words, become less potent with overuse, over reading.  This could be a question, in the writers' mind, of efficacy.  Tangentially, we know, from other pieces this writer has given us, that the writer believes that one measure of a story's value is the number of times it is retold, referenced, or read."

** In a church, the transept's "crossing."  Certainly a liminal area.




Tuesday, October 31, 2023

The Squonk

 












Dear All Hallows,

Here at the Dodo, we read this swell book, a bestiary, and this, this beautiful creature was under 'S,' the Squonk.  I have painted you a picture of it, all dissolvens in state.  I plan to search for Squonks now, everywhere I go.  I have certainly heard them many a time, and seen the puddle of tears they became.

If you aren't of a mind to hunt the Squonk, you might be in the mood to paint one, or, perhaps even, discover (invent) a new beast, or even, write a personal bestiary of your own.

And if none of that sounds remotely appealing, odds are, you'll be able to find a piece of chocolate someplace today, and good hunting!






PS

We got our Book of Imaginary Beings at the wonderful Henry Miller Library.  I hope you will get a chance to visit it one day; it is one of my favorite places.