And Gutenberg Lived Here: Reconstructing Deconstruction

Way back in the years I started studying literature,

everything was deconstructionism.

We even had one prof who made us a “tool box”

Only as a paper diagram, of course.

With bolt cutters, you cut the title off the article

to see what it is worth on its own.

And what the article is worth without it.

With a set of tin snips,

you take off everything that is purely ornamental.

So you can look at the article in its underdrawers.

Then you start taking x-rays.

Of its steel girders.

And at about this point,

most people,

lit students or not,

are either saying

this surely must be a very odd simplification

of what must surely have started out as a very serious subject.

Yup

Or you are saying

So what does this have to do with the modern world?

At which point I have to say….

Maybe a whole lot more than you think.

I hope so,

since I am writing an article on this.

As in,

Ever since the forties and fifties

we have been confronted with a continuously  wider use of psychoanalysis

in the written and cinematic word-

remember Captain Newman MD,

and all those great scary Hitchcock films,

the day of the Gorgon,

with Richard Burton as a psychiatrist

trying to stop an evil-mind from wandering,

bodyless,

the Seven Percent Solution,

the meaning of Rosebud,

or even Fraser’s girlfriend Lilith-

Yup, more or less popular psych in popular lit.

But, unfortunately, it doesn’t stop in literature.

(Which, in my opinion,

should be at least moderately brushing the edges of some recognizable form of reality.)

Unfortunately,

in this age in which,

due to the sudden popular access to simplified versions of fields

experts take years and years to study,

and practice in correctly,

(a doctor friend once told me the worst enemy to recovery for a patient is the internet)

everyone suddenly is an expert in everything.

With the result that everyone,

make that “Anyone”

anonymous, of course,

is suddenly trying to get into the act.

Sorry, guys, but no one can really tell anything about a person

by insisting they strum a ukulele

or chant oms with you,

(as preparation for “bringing light to others”)

in the woods,

at night,

as part of an esoteric circle

often of other-interest-less bored housemen and housewives,

(how about Volleyball for the world?-

Or Wiffleball?)

who think that you should all sit around all night and discuss someone

(anyone who doesn’t take part in this seven year old “she said he said”  level-

adult version-

gossip

is fair game-

see the fantastic film “the Circle”)

And most especially, of course,

those where the only information available

is stolen from a computer,

or medical records,

or financial records,

or a hate wall,

put up to see what other fantasizing wackos will write.

Or even based on how a person reacts

to pictures.

Or suggestions you poke them with.

Or cat pictures.

Which are then used fill public pages with this “analysis.”

Faked up amateur analysis.

Like the ever popular NLP

a valuable tool in hands of experts,

in the hands of idiots, you get

“if you look to the left, you are lying. ”

Or the much beloved amateur numerology, astrology, and,

my real favorite,

the absolute number one among amateurs,

especially those amateurs

who spend their time marking the insult filled “analysis”  with

“see. I’m not as dumb as you think,”-

the enneagram.

People,

there simply are no schemes about what things stand for.

A psychologist or psychiatrist

knows

that the only reason to assess anything,

is to learn what it means to the other person.

They listen.

They don’t insult.

And the patient has to give that information freely.

And to a trustworthy professional.

Who doesn’t gab outside of hours.

Studying a person’s writing,

stealing their letters,

or noting their reactions to your pokes,

will give you nothing but fake means to prove what you want to see in that person.

(reputable lit people, for example, analyze by means of facts:

historical facts, signed letters, diaries, diaries of others from the time,

sociological elements,

cultural anthropology,

even mathematical

and linguistic,

structures in the written work.

In other words,

if you are doing this,

the stalking, I mean,

you are weak

And insecure

And feel helpless

and trying to control your world.

Since you are empty where it really counts-

faith.

In God and yourself.

So you want a strong person on your side.

Who,

(there ain’t no such animal, in my opinion)

drinks  latte with no fat and two shots of caramel with you,

(yech)

and tells you you are right to be a “bitch.”

(Sorry, double yech.)

But first you have to make that person notice you.

By pulling them apart.

With a pair of bolt cutters

Or tin snips.

Unfortunately,

that isn’t what the world is about.

And psychology, for that matter.

has to be practiced by a professional.

Not a circle of stalkers.

Which brings us back to literature.

To which, I say ditto.

We used to have competent literature editors

who controlled the quality of the work.

Actually , we still do.

But, unfortunately, they are being swamped

by the editors of literature

for special interest groups.

Whose only job it is

to make the literature by a particular category of writer,

like recovering alcoholics

and drug users-

usually thinly overlaid hate expulsion therapy,

acceptable enough

to be mass marketed

to other recovering

alcoholics

and drug users.

Who, the recovering writer promises,

with the help of his outreach program,

will guarantee to take a large number of “books”

often just over a hundred pages,

off the hands of the publishing company.

Even though these books contain passage after passage

about tasering males

and male- bashing,

and girly unimportant nonsense,

like hair, nails, sticky-sweet latte,

or, even worse,

nearly illiterate females,

to judge from the writing,

who spend their time working undercover,

in strip bars,

having body part sex with no single reasonable thought or emotion,

or  stabbing someone with a kitchen roasting fork.

(Is someone stuck in the early years of their teeny fantasies?)

Way back,

like about four to five years ago,

in the normal days,

where we weren’t linked in to constant exposure to such worthless garbage,

the intelligent members of society,

in all different kinds of jobs,

of all different thoughts and beliefs,

but tolerant,

would simply have avoided such worthless garbage,

or left it, wordlessly,

to those who wish to read it.

But today, we are supposed to be molded into mindless nonsensical borgs,

who are not to simply think that it is ok for others to live like this if they will,

but are expected to read  this garbage,

and take part in esoteric gong-klanging

since it makes us part of one.

Sorry guys.

I am already part of ONE.

The only ONE, who comes just before my husband, family, and friends,

in the list of those who I listen to because I care about what they say.

Which definitely isn’t hairspray, and tasering people.

And if all the great people following my blog so far-

bless you,

and thanks for following,

would hang on to that thought,

which I often see expressed in YOUR blogs,

and find others in the world,

the real world,

who believe like you do,

maybe we all can finally get down to business,

and get some reconstruction going.

copyright Dunnasead.co  2017

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