Remember that post I wrote when I was in a state of fever? I didn’t offer anything new but tried to confirm the murkiness of Code Geass. However, I did try reading about postcolonialism by essays of established critics (as to glean more information on the literary movement where Derek Walcott belongs). I’ve read those essays because I thought those were what was recommended by my professor. However, when I revealed the book to him and asked help from him, he was shocked at me. For one, he noted, even he as a graduate student had difficulty reading those critics; for another, those essays weren’t the ones he wanted me to read. He wanted me to read about the author, not about the theory, which was infinitely more complex. Read the rest of this entry »

I’m very sure that no one delights in disease or sickness unless one’s a crackpot, which I assume no one reading this blog is. (My mind’s stoned right now, I think. I feel very high.)

Having said this, I realized that it is a boon when your mind and body are in a pyrexic, intense, and excited state with regard to writing. Perhaps the heat allows the nerves to conduct faster, I don’t know. I totally understand why my professor said he loved Finnegans Wake back when he was sick with a high fever, though. As for me, I just notice that the words come out more freely. Like the madeleine found in Swann’s Way, a reminiscence triggers the remembrance of another memory, and in this case I thought about Seth’s post on You Have to Burn the Rope. Read the rest of this entry »