Thursday, January 22, 2009
Much as it's a pleasure to "work" by reading books about Melbourne, I am feeling like I'm disappearing under a pile of books propped open on their pages, all sprouting sticky notes with obscure codes written on them - "M" or "C" or, in big letters: LANEWAYS!
Writing an article on the fiction aspect of representation is useful, in that it gives me a deadline, but I know I'll have to start from scratch for the book itself. Wondering just how abstract and contemplative I can be: straight lists of maps, books, songs and so on are easy and tedious, but unfiltered musings on the nature of the Word and Image might be, um, a tad alienating for any possible readers?
The other nice thing about this project is that I'm not purporting to be exhaustive (for that would be exhausting), so I can concentrate on the works I enjoy. That means that some writers may be ignored even though they Rate, and others get a mention just because their words once gave me a buzz. I feel guilty, as if there is some standard of objectivity I'm supposed to meet, but I know it will be better if I just go with my flow.
Writing an article on the fiction aspect of representation is useful, in that it gives me a deadline, but I know I'll have to start from scratch for the book itself. Wondering just how abstract and contemplative I can be: straight lists of maps, books, songs and so on are easy and tedious, but unfiltered musings on the nature of the Word and Image might be, um, a tad alienating for any possible readers?
The other nice thing about this project is that I'm not purporting to be exhaustive (for that would be exhausting), so I can concentrate on the works I enjoy. That means that some writers may be ignored even though they Rate, and others get a mention just because their words once gave me a buzz. I feel guilty, as if there is some standard of objectivity I'm supposed to meet, but I know it will be better if I just go with my flow.
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