Thursday, November 6th, 2003
Questions of time. Time is the enemy. There are things to be done and there are things to be done. Today I have had David Lewis-William’s The Mind in the Cave opened to page 106 and have yet to progress over the pages to consider metaphors of mind as Swiss Army knife or as cathedral, although Raymond Carver had already dealt with that issue. For Mishima awareness loves landscape and curve.
We are all in the same boat: things to be done. This problem is difficult for everyone, but, of course, my main concern is for the story writers whose endeavors cannot be boxed into discrete units. The writer may write from six to seven in the morning then go to work or school. But this can be a painful routine, because once the writer begins, it’s hard to stop, and what if we forget the next step.
On the drive home yesterday, it struck me that people enjoy repeating stories. This is analogous to Beowulf, whose story must be told, repeated, and remembered. In a sense, we tell stories to repeat them, which is an element of sharing.
But there’s also the Dr. Manhattan issue to story. For some reason, perhaps having to do with the atomic weight of hydrogen, we communicate ideas through story. We are therefore stepped in narrative. We are, therefore, steeped in time. If there were no time and space, would there be story?