I changed the title, YET AGAIN. Although I do love alliteration, I felt like the last one was a little too self-deprecating.
This one captures the essence of what I love about writing. In the words of Michael Foucault, a French philosopher:
“What we see never resides in what we say.”
Writers strive to poignantly portray images, objects, feelings, actions, etc; even if words can never be equivalent to whatever they describe. Reading about a long walk on the beach at sunset is not going to feel the same as actually walking on a beach at sunset. And yet, many of us love reading, because it’s the closest we could ever get to the reality that the words describe.
In case the reference was missed, the title of this scrapbook is a parody of the infamous text under René Magritte’s painting: “Ceci n’est pas une pipe” (This is not a pipe). In much the same way, if we are to believe that a scrapbook is a book of blank pages for sticking in memorabilia, then this thread is merely a representation of a scrapbook.
There will be those who will say that such a philosophical musing is pointless---but to me, it’s just… intriguing, I guess.
Meh. It’s just fun to think about.
This one captures the essence of what I love about writing. In the words of Michael Foucault, a French philosopher:
“What we see never resides in what we say.”
Writers strive to poignantly portray images, objects, feelings, actions, etc; even if words can never be equivalent to whatever they describe. Reading about a long walk on the beach at sunset is not going to feel the same as actually walking on a beach at sunset. And yet, many of us love reading, because it’s the closest we could ever get to the reality that the words describe.
In case the reference was missed, the title of this scrapbook is a parody of the infamous text under René Magritte’s painting: “Ceci n’est pas une pipe” (This is not a pipe). In much the same way, if we are to believe that a scrapbook is a book of blank pages for sticking in memorabilia, then this thread is merely a representation of a scrapbook.
There will be those who will say that such a philosophical musing is pointless---but to me, it’s just… intriguing, I guess.
Meh. It’s just fun to think about.