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11 June 2002 @ 08:08 pm
 
So much for being unproductive; I folded and put away three loads of laundry and cleaned out my desk, which was a daunting task. I straightened my rugs out.

I'm currently reading Gao Xingjian's Nobel Prize-winning novel, "Soul Mountain." Here are some quotes I've found quite intriguing.

"In those contaminated surroundings I was taught that life was the source of literature, that literature had to be faithful to life, faithful to real life. My mistake was that I had alienated myself from life and ended up turning my back on real life. Life is not the same as manifestations of life. Real life, or in other words the basic substance of life, should be the former and not the latter. I had gone against real life because I was simply stringing together life's manifestations, so of course I wasn't able to accurately portray life and in the end only succeeded in distorting reality" (12).

"The hunter is already myth. To talk about a mixture of history and legend is how folk stories are born. Reality exists only through experience, and it must be personal experience. However, once related, even personal experience becomes a narrative. Reality can't be verified and doesn't need to be, that can be left for the "reality-of-life" experts to debate. What is important is life. Reality is simply that I am sitting by the fire in this room which is black with grime and smoke and that I can see the light of fire dancing in his eyes. Reality is myself, reality is only the perception of this instant and it can't be related to another person. All that needs to be said is that outside, a mist is enclosing the green-blue mountain in a haze and your heart is reverberating with the rushing water of a swift-flowing stream" (15).
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Kain aka That Evil Guynanikore on June 12th, 2002 03:44 pm (UTC)
The paradox of discernment- The more one tries to clarify reality by distinguishing it into parts, the more fragmented and distorted this distinguished reality becomes.