Saturday, May 3, 2008

Melville- Invoking the Mystic Universal

[With my blog post ] Seven Fascinations of the Hyper-Intellect , a commitment to explain the over- all form of Melville's MobyDick was advanced as an exercise to demonstrate and convey this in super-sensible terms. I have little doubt that anyone reading this claim might think it absurd to assert that this is possible. With a good sense of humor, I won't answer to cat calls of bogus, I will however answer to the moniker Humphrey Bogus' , I also won't respond to those of sophomoric, I will however to that of Sophia-more 'r' less.




Here's the basic position: The over-all form of MobyDick , consists of the Beginning, the End and everything contained in between those points. Points treated allegorically, but which are also in reality the technical limits under which human, concept based fiction is bound. It's impossible to ignore that there is always a head a body and a tail. Mellville's treatment of this follows a general argument he develops philosophically over the course of the entire book thus reinforcing a transcendent nature for the work as a whole. An argument I describe being used to clarify a common, individual human position in the Universe. With that stated, allow me to take up this track in a different fashion.





Melville-Invoking the Mystic Universal

Let's say there were two boys playing one-ups-man-ship,in a make believe battle of literary daring. The first went on, speaking a fairly good tale, woods full of Indians behind every tree, strong arms,smoking flintlocks,human character in conflict and under the sword of moral judgment up to the concluding drum roll. Then the second began saying "this is not really a story , it begins with many steps, enough miles to wear out skin,the soul and boots, then a question. Why?, why after looking into the hungry eyes of obscurity, crossing paths with phantoms, and seeing a grey fog following ones shoulder: why are you warmed, fed, lighted and welcomed as a brother into the stream of human agency.It cannot pass without saying: no two tales are exactly the same, and some are set so differently that simple fascination doesn't meet the demand which requires you to participate. This assertion certainly applies to Melville's novels.

Two initial ideas, which together, lead to a third will here be used to continue.
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"The beginning of any fiction is a long extensive history;and the ends of history are impossible to reach for even nothingness is significant in this regard."


"The notion that a book begins or ends with its first and last words is overturned when the inclination an individual brings to and takes away from the moment and place of this encounter is observed."



This is a mystery applying to any chronology,real or imagined. The mystique, of unknown and preconceived forces, engaged with a body of information in a process that is trans formative on a conceptual level.
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In 1851, the first reception given the epic novel MobyDick, did not generate enough interest to sell the first printing of 3,000 copies. Much of what distinguishes its latter resurgence, seems to be a veneration for learned interpretations, as if some intercession of expertise could make up for the obscurity it suffered during the authors lifetime. Attempts to build a sophisticated national literature coupled with the showmanship of critical erudition play no small part in the novels general reputation. Added to academic regards,cinematic adaptions of the drama have also contributed mythic status to this work. In writing for a general readership with more knowledge of the novel's inspiration of film narrative; an approach to discussion can easily begin here, with its mystique.

Mystique, the mysterious related impressions we have of a thing interpenetrated with actual knowledge of it. As something conceptual they are not the thing itself, but a useful picture of how we choose to relate awareness of it to our self. It could be described as the personal fiction of our understandings. Even the "Unknown" has mystique and begins to transform as soon as even a single concept seeks to define it. Ironic as it seems that even something which has no known quality has the mystique of a perceptual equivalent,it is just as ironic that this mystique (subjective prestyling) of the "Unknown" is so often dark and vacuous. I simply ask why? If you need a reference,why not shining and penetrating, or an idea suggesting the possibility of a more fearless,honest embracing of this quality inherent to consciousness.

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Two stray side bar notes:

The possibility of objective individual discernment is preceded by progressing through these types of distinction.


Generally impressions attributed a thing, can be of two degrees. One based on methods of personal experience and speculation , the other of such knowledge arrived at indirectly from other sources.
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Returning now to this tale of the whale fisheries: Melville himself seeks to dispel certain types of dogmatic thought regarding his work. In a chapter titled The Affidavit our author makes reference to what this book is and is not, "So ignorant are most landsmen of some of the plainest and most palpable wonders of the world, that without some hints touching the plain facts, historical and otherwise of the fishery, they might scout at Moby Dick as a monstrous fable, or worse still and more detestable, a hideous and intolerable allegory." a disclaimer not easily overlooked. He also begins the first paragraph of the same chapter as follows. "So far as what there may be of narrative in this book... the leading matter of it requires to be still further and more familiarly enlarged upon, in order to be adequately understood, and moreover to take away any incredulity which a profound ignorance of the entire subject may induce in some minds, as to the natural verity of the main points of this affair." suggesting throughout the work a fact based fiction of a high order, as he again states, "...this is one of those disheartening instances where the truth requires full as much bolstering as error."
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a stray paragraph: working title, The Bug up My Ass, until it grows to big to fit any more.

Where fact is so easily obscured by mystique, elaboration,and interpretation, what is to be believed? In searching for an answer to the causality determining one or more aspects of humankind's place in the universe,all schools of thought and belief have developed. In this sense they all have a connection to a common truth, However this connection, even if it can be followed in reverse to its source rarely answers the question why a belief is relevant. Its scope of knowledge. small or vast, may not provide modes of expression to meet needs in the present moment, or directions for assimilating new unknowns encountered. The beginning and the end of knowledge are the assumption and the action. Saying that the causal force is knowledge may not be far off the mark if the definition of knowledge used is redefined to separate conceptual elements and hold them aside as contingencies under critical scrutiny.

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Back to Melville's quotes:

These are paradoxical arguments to tender. Looking at basic definitions of the words Fable and Allegory, it could be reasoned...

fable/ n. [ME, fr. MF fr. L fabula conversation, story, play fr. farl to speak- more at BAN]:
a fictitious narrative or statement : as, a1. a legendary story of supernatural happenings
b: a narration intended to enforce a useful truth; esp. one in which animals speak and act like
human beings. c. FALSEHOOD, LIE

allegory/ n. [ME, fr. L, fr. GK allegorein, to speak figuratively fr. allos+agorein, to speak publicly, fr. agora, assembly- more at Else, Gregarious] 1. a: the expression by means of symbolic fictional figures and actions of truths or generalizations about human conduct or expression. b: an instance of such
expression 2: a symbolic representation: EMBLEM

...it could be reasoned that Melville may have claimed the work to be none of the above This is the paradox ? what does this demonstrate.

It could be put forth that both pure fiction, as well as fictional variations of factual information and personal experience cannot escape the defined bounds of fable and allegory, simultaneously on both conscious and unconscious levels.

What then is the leading truth of this matter?

This novel does not exist as a pure documentation of a continuous process on a level of objective facts.

?Can the documentation of process contain fabrications without becoming an allegorical metaphor for a subjective state of individual sentience? No, and further, if fiction is not to be allegorical it would exist as what could only be described as irrational allegory, an impersonal non-symbolic randomization, which would include all higher elements of form and also redirect an irrational assigning of primary nouns and other language functions, eliminating observation of any regard to fable and allegory.

In the human mind, fictional constructs and pure historical documentation are twin tracks of ideas which form human outlook and guide action. Their appraised value must be evaluated not only in terms of applied effect and outcome, but by measuring both the ignorance and understanding under which they have been conducted. On one hand there is fact and on the other fiction. There is also a middle ground where they are also joined in one body of reason, partly of systematized proofs of pure thought and partly relevant conceptual motives and quasi-predictable provisions. This inter-work of touching on each other indicates a participatory value , a separation of individual function in unified form ,which in this instance set the bounds of humanized reason.

The effective relevance of knowledge is the single tangible attribute which ordains it with a deep personal worth. Orders of personal values are similar to semantic occurrences documenting sets of rules. Sequences such as [ Memory/Purpose/Survival ] have relevance of form following function.

They can be expanded syntactically:

Memory Purpose Survival ?
Idea Impulse Existence ?
Assumption Desire Satiation ?
Mystique Fortuity Blessedness ?
Tendency Relation Realization ?

I won't pretend to be well versed in such matters, used here to illustrate how open ended systems are implied by certain semantic orders. They can imply a beginning-less beginning, stretching back as far as the source and origins of information reach, they connect in a merged field of real factors, relevant choices and comprehension, they progress to states of related effect , yet remain unstable and not totally free of unpredictable change as they combine with a universe of circumstances.

Here is our habitation enforced, this places us in the oceanic midst of the shared individual condition. Form following function, but not as an end in itself, but as a tendency toward inter-related,ongoing temporal function.
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Under these circumstances, it's quite obvious Melville was in effect lying, or in a very subtle way urging the reader to look beyond outward apprehension, beyond both facts presented and implications of the creative distortions offered, in order to understand what he was communicating by doing so.

It can be inferred that he was willing to undertake this action regardless of the consequent risk he faced in our comprehension of the expressions intent.

This complexity is indicative of higher relations; advancing a case that the intent was to leave a general impression of mutual awareness, a developing sentience, a real quality of individuality shared within the whole of all awareness.

This is an Invocation of a Mystic Universal in terms which a thoughtful human being may appreciate.
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Yes, Moby Dick, the novel is foremost an objectified work of art, and is so in the same way that a painting is an object and also a work of art. In this sense Melville was a Muralist, the detail, perspective, its breadth of action and leading implications reach far-far beyond the subject being depicted. He did write a book with no beginning and no conclusive end except in its turning to involve us again in the continuous affair of the present. Inviting and welcoming us here as intimate acquaintances and equals. He opens to us a family we can join and promote or one we can divide and destroy, if through selfish obsessions we ignore and abuse the nature of our common universal relations and dependencies.

The book is a fable, simply not a monstrous one, and an allegory, but not hideous and intolerable. Thus in the end Melville wasn't lying; it was his adjectives which revealed, entertained and supported the deep mystical validity of his hidden creative gesture.

5 comments:

Jasph said...

Wow. I don't know where to begin with this, Scotland. It's almost as huge and dense and diaphanous and foggy and wet and rolling and mysterious as the work it's discussing.

I remember reading in college an old paper called (if I remember right) "The Seven Levels of Moby Dick," and I remember thinking, hey, this is big and deep and makes a lot of sense. Here, I'm thinking it's big and deep, all right, but the sense of it eludes me at nearly every turn.

I catch a little of it, here and there. But mostly it crashes over my head like breakers. I can't find anything to hang onto in most of these paragraphs.

I like the idea of your semantic progressions, for example, but don't see a parallel enough structure between them to guide me through the idea--so I'm not sure I actually get it.

Have you given me a clear definition of "Mystic Universal"? Early on you mention "a common, individual human position in the Universe," but that just poses more questions, and I don't find answers for them anywhere nearby.

For an example of my difficulty, here's an early paragraph:

"This is a mystery applying to any chronology,real or imagined. The mystique, of unknown and preconceived forces, engaged with a body of information in a process that is trans formative on a conceptual level."

You are (I think) talking about the book here, or perhaps any work of fiction. But from your first word, "This"--I'm lost. I don't know what the antecedent for "this" is, because it follows two paragraphs that are unattributed quotes about the nature of fiction. The paragraphs are introduced as "ideas" following a kind of metaphorical intro that begins promisingly, develops bafflingly, and ends with an "assertion" that seems to follow only tangentially. Returning to the quoted paragraph above, by the time I reach the end of the second sentence, I'm lost in a labyrinth of phrases with no apparent subject, except possibly "mystique," which I take in this instance to be a brother to "mystery" in the previous sentence, but which is then diffused through serial commas that divide one opaque phrase from the next: what "forces," and whose preconceptions? what "body of information," and what kind of engagement? what "process," and what transformation of which concepts? Do you see why I can't penetrate the prose here?

Here's the thing, brother. You are capable of vivid images, fascinating juxtapositions, metaphors and analogies that illuminate. But in this piece, you seem intent on keeping me in the dark. I have no idea where I am, vis-a-vis Melville, his greatest novel, or your mind.

It might be interesting to see if you could take a paragraph like the one I've quoted and translate it, say, three ways. One way might be like a haiku. One way might be like an instruction manual, with specific steps or descriptions. And one might expand every term so it has a clear, specific referent or definition, all concrete rather than abstract.

Just an idea...

scotland said...

Hey Bud, I agree the piece needs a good reworking. Assum[tions I force a reader to make do not come with directions.

Take the paragraph you mentioned:

This is a mystery applying to any chronology,real or imagined. The mystique, of unknown and preconceived forces, engaged with a body of information in a process that is trans formative on a conceptual level.

It follows the two remarks in quotation:

"The beginning of any fiction is a long extensive history;and the ends of history are impossible to reach for even nothingness is significant in this regard."

Is? it not a suggestion that all fiction (literary and personal) has a basis in actual fact, and yet will always remain the smaller portion in the nebula of complete history.

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"The notion that a book begins or ends with its first and last words is overturned when the inclination an individual brings to and takes away from the moment and place of this encounter is observed."

This describes the unique differential of terms under which all things are experienced,terms under which their significance is altered,expanded and brought into causal relation.

At this point is it unreasonable to accept the following comment, or to understand "This" in relation to the previous quotes.

"This is a mystery...

The reader is forced to make a connection just as you did. It's just the 'real deal' the hardcore rawness of the experiential common ground.

"This" as if a finger could point it out on the map, is the mystic universal. If the reader does not live there in the same moment when it is confronted metaphysically then where do they really live?

Sounds like a good beginning for discussion:

Abe and I are at this moment enroute to Sufi Camp. Be back next Wednesday, when I will continue.
Thanks for taking the time.

scotland said...

Dear JasP., Referring again to the title of this blog entry [Invoking the Mystic Universal]: It was my intention to have a catchy title suggesting the old critical premise of the human position in the universe. I'm not sure but you seem not to have made that connection;and instead of looking for a connective strategy showing one means of how Melville accomplished this, looked for a direct explanation of all that this condition (human position)entails and implies. Even so as your comment demonstrates "It's almost as huge and dense and diaphanous and foggy and wet and rolling and mysterious as the work it's discussing." the chosen format seems to have struck on something like the back of a whale, meaning that the syn-cronisity of logic and structure between the subject and commentary are relevant and intentional. You continue, "I have no idea where I am, vis-a-vis Melville, his greatest novel, or your mind.",here you show some attention having grasped the possibility that this piece is also as much about the Hyper-Intellect and said fascinations but can't accept it as being both. I'd hoped asserting such an initial position "the over-all form of MobyDick is the Beginning,the End and everything contained in between those points, which are the limits of human concept based fiction." and that the sheer audacity and otherness of logic in the condensed form of this passage would force a different psychological mode upon the reader.I hoped for signing them on to a different ship,out of a new port,on a journey to clear up a few minor issues about of Melville's book. A journey on an unknown passage,which arrives miraculously at a known destination, one quite familiar to any reader. A wide latitude to grant myself,yes but no more than an author can take in creating a work similar to the one being discussed. If I were to ask anything of you at this point, It would be to consider how near or far the handful of pearls fell from the intention of the basic position. It's likely you're the sole survivor and in this instance perhaps have a book to write.

Thanks and Love Scotland

Anonymous said...

damned, most subtly and most malignantly! damned~ in the midst of Paradise!

~ N. (...back in Tx)

scotland said...

Dear N. glad,happy,overjoyed at your dropping in here. Trying to put a context on your message, It almost sounds like the captain of the Pequod standing at the ships rail confoundedly musing before throwing his pipe,hissing as it lands,and sinks, given up to the deep. Let me know how close I came.
Love Scotland