Reading and writing are different – in case there was any suspicion they might be otherwise. One proof is the fact that different institutions have been erected to serve their corresponding purposes. There are libraries for readers and academies for writers. Readers need stockpiles of books, of finished texts, of texts that have been read and accepted. Writers don’t get so physical about things, although they rest on the same stockpiles of books. Academies are built on abstract ideas; they are institutions of the imagination. Whatever is physical in an academy is there only to support reading. Because yes, in order to be a writer you need to be a reader too.
Source: The Puzzle |
This is one level. Then there’s
another level. It’s the one where readers expect the expected at the level of
formulation.
‘A text must be readable’ is what I
can say to generalize this idea. A text must have this thing about itself that
makes readers feel comfortable inside it, that brings readers back to the page,
back to the pleasures that characterizes the act of reading.
It’s because of this that Beckett
(aware as he may have been of his transgressions) ended up being read almost
exclusively by academics. And why Judith Butler was given the crown of bad prose.
Bowing to the mighty reader
You don’t just play games with the
reader’s mind, because the reader is, ultimately, the one who sanctions the
text you’ve produced. The reader is the checkpoint; the armed police, the
censorship bureau.
This, of course, is not to say that
Beckett is not enjoyable, that Butler doesn’t cause so many minds to think, that
one cannot read their work without feeling whatever one feels when one is
satisfied. But truth is this: most readers (if we don’t take the part of those
exclusivist purists who believe that you can only be called a reader if you are
capable of reading Beckett and Butler with the breakfast coffee and be amused
by them), most readers, I say, are annoyed when the text fails the test of
compliance with conventions. Ease of reading being, yes, but one of those
conventions.
Why is that? Well, maybe because
reading is a collective activity in a way that writing is not. Reading is
taught in unison. When you learn how to read you start by sounding out the
words. You make those words audible and understandable to the ears and minds of
others. When the word is sounded out, the sounds are released into a space that
is public in nature, a space that is shared by all the words of all the other
utterers who happen to perform their own readings (their own putting-into-public-space).
Source: Huffingtonpost |
The space of reading is virtually
open to all readers and all reading practices, and so it cannot be but communal.
We belong to reading communities, as someone like Stanley
Fish would suggest – communities of intelligences, which have already
agreed upon the terms in which your own reading is about to be performed.
We learn how to read as if there
were always someone out there who might demand that we read the text to them
without a lisp, without an excessive rolling of r’s, without wicked
pronunciations. Reading the text to
them, not for them. This is where the
major difference appears to stand. Because writing is, indeed, writing for someone; as though the other were
incapable of writing. The often-expressed excuse, the one we know too well, the
I-don’t-have-the-talent-for-writing argument so many are willing the voice at
the drop of a hat, proves that, at least at the level of personal beliefs (and
it doesn’t matter whether these beliefs are sustainable or not), writing is not
for all to enjoy. Not the writing that requires skill and elegance, that is; i.e.
the artistic writing, if you pardon my cliché.
A literacy of surprise
The schools that teach you how to
read and write don’t teach you to write creatively. That’s because creativity
is goddamn hard to teach – I’d say impossible in many situations. Those schools
only teach you how to read and write the common
texts: the texts by means of which the language of power is disseminated,
through which institutions assert their presence, through which the
reader/writer admits of his/her disempowerment. Here, in such cases, writing
too is a form of reading – in the sense that it must happen in a common space,
under the sanction of a common law, with the strength of a common ability.
Being able to read the ticket you
got for miss-parking your car is equivalent to being able to fill the payment
slip. That’s why the two of them come together: the fine on one side, the
payment slip on the other. The language of power and disempowerment make it
clear as daylight that the two things are meant to be understood as one. You
take what is given and give what is demanded. You read and write at the same
time, since what you’re doing is called acknowledgement.
When you read you acknowledge the
presence of the text. You enter a territory where the text has already been,
waiting for you. It’s not the same with writing. When you write you bring the
text with you. You populate the blank page with words that where not there in
the first place.
So writing goes hand in hand with
surprises, with events. The appearance of a sign on a page is equal to an
explosion on a field covered by snow.
Wow! You didn’t know that sign, down
there, was possible. You didn’t know the page was capable of containing, in its
whiteness, in its blamelessness, a sign – any sign at all.
A writing literacy would require, as
far as I can imagine it, familiarization with the idea of surprise. A writer
must know how to build suspense, how to hold on to the silence of the page and
use it to advance his cunning plan of catching the reader unaware. In order to
learn to write one needs to learn how to cook up a storm, but also how to keep
it in check till the right moment. Writing is, indeed, about finding the right
moment. I don’t mean ‘the moment of inspiration’ (at least that cliché I can
skip!) but the moment when what is written reaches a climax; when the text has
an impact. Like an asteroid hitting a planet and transforming it forever. There’s
no denying that a word on a blank page transforms the page. Leave a dot on that
page, a full stop, nothing more – it is enough; the page is no longer what it
used to be.
Source: The Gnomon Workshop |
What the page becomes, once the sign
has been placed there, depends on the sign itself. A musical score is different
from a short story, and a blueprint is different from a drawing. Although the
page was the same in the beginning (a territory of unblemished whiteness), its potentiality
is limitless.
After the fact
There’s no surprise where reading comes
from, since reading comes post festum. Things have already happened, the desserts have
already been eaten by the time reading arrives at the table.
Reading relies on a fundamental
anteriority: the anteriority of the text. While in the case of writing the text
is invisible until it is inscribed on the page, in the case of reading the text
must be there in the moment of inception. Even if we bring into discussion the
various ways of reading, the various theories that one can use as support for
one’s perusal, we need to admit that reading relies on the precedence of the
text. Those theories are anterior to one’s employment of them. The game of
reading is, therefore, a game of consciousness, of rational choices, of
decision-making based on sight.
With writing, the possibility of
liberation, of breaking free from the shackles of texts, and especially of
pre-texts, is the key factor. At the end of the day, one can chose not to
write; and when one does choose that, one leaves the page white – one doesn’t
alter anything. In the case of reading, however, things aren’t that clear-cut.
Yes, one may chose not to read a text, but one cannot chose to un-see the text;
one cannot pretend there’s nothing there, when the text presents itself to the
senses with the certainty of sensorial evidence.
Source: Life in La Ville Rose |
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