{"id":24504,"date":"2021-05-07T07:43:43","date_gmt":"2021-05-07T11:43:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=24504"},"modified":"2021-05-07T07:45:22","modified_gmt":"2021-05-07T11:45:22","slug":"regarding-incongruity-baffled-maybe-but-with-eyes-wide-open","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2021\/05\/regarding-incongruity-baffled-maybe-but-with-eyes-wide-open\/","title":{"rendered":"Regarding Incongruity — Baffled, Maybe, But with Eyes Wide Open"},"content":{"rendered":"
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[Image: “Now Hiring Parts,” by John E. Simpson. (Shared here under a Creative Commons License; for more information, see this page<\/a> at <\/em>RAMH.) For some rumination about the photo, in the context of incongruities, see the note<\/a> at the foot of this post.]<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

From whiskey river<\/a><\/em>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dear Friend<\/strong>
(excerpt)<\/em><\/strong><\/p>

I become each day more reckless,
too impatient for summer, the unbearable heat,
the calm that comes with it. There are no hills here,
not one, and I’m bored with the stillness<\/p>

of the yellow field outside my window. And you,
who cannot keep still, who can never
look back, where will you go next?
How will I find you?<\/p>

Can you feel the world pull
apart, the seams loosen?
What, tell me, will keep it whole,<\/p>

if not you? if not me?
Send a postcard, picture, tell me
how you’ve been.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Blas Falconer [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n

…and<\/a>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now, as far as I was concerned, there are two ways of living, and because we’re on a ball in space these were more or less exactly poles apart. The first, accept the world as it is. The world is concrete and considerable, with beauties and flaws both, and both immense, profound and perplexing, and if you can take it as it is and for what it is you’ll all but guarantee an easier path, because it’s a given that acceptance is one of the keys to any kind of contentment. The second, that acceptance is surrender, that there’s a place for it, but that place is somewhere just before your last breath where you say All right then, I have tried<\/em> and accept that you have lived and loved as best you could, have pushed against every wall, stood up after every disappointment, and until that last moment, you shouldn’t accept anything, you should make things better.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Niall Williams [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n

—<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not from whiskey river<\/em>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Although nobody planned it that way, most of us wind up emerging from adolescence with a deeply nuanced sense of what is real, with shades of gray all over the place. (However, I have known, and probably you have too, reader, a few adults for whom every issue that strikes me as subtle seems to them to be totally black-and-white — no messy shades of gray at all to deal with. That must make life easy!) Actually, to suggest that for most of us life is filled with “shades of gray” is far too simple, because that phrase conjures up the image of a straightforward one-dimensional continuum with many degrees of grayness running between white and black, while in fact the story is much more multidimensional than that. <\/p>

All of this is disturbing, because the word “real”, like so many words, seems to imply a sharp, clear-cut dichotomy. Surely it ought to be the case that some things simply are<\/em> real while other things simply are not<\/em> real. Surely there should be nothing that is partly<\/em> real — that wouldn’t make sense! And yet, though we try very hard to force the world to match this ideal black-and-white dichotomy, things unfortunately get terribly blurry.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Douglas R. Hofstadter [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n

…and:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Festival of Almost Getting There<\/strong><\/p>

At the festival of almost getting there
Zeno pokes his head out halfway, asks<\/p>

directions, half-heartedly, to the train,
admits he\u2019s been riding on the tortoise,<\/p>

been running after arrows to watch them
stand still. He understands course, path,<\/p>

way, even relative position (dichotomize,
divide) but motion\u2019s still a figment:<\/p>

distance halved and halved (split infinity,
twin trajectory) the long, long way, and all<\/p>

that longing (two-fold, doubled) (moments,
instants, continuous or discrete) for some<\/p>

unfamiliar end\u2014such unforgiving progress,
portioned, yes, bisected. A half-assed effort?<\/p>

No, he\u2019s as good as got it. So much struggle
and amends. Sure, we\u2019re goddamned tired of<\/p>

this much waiting, but look! He\u2019s halfway there.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Ren\u00e9e Ashley [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n

__________________________<\/p>\n\n\n\n

About the photo:<\/em><\/strong> The caption to this entry in my #jesstorypix<\/strong> collection on Instagram<\/a>: “In retrospect, the HR manager at the heavy-equipment retailer decided, the Spring 2021 recruitment campaign had been quite misguided. If only he’d known the psychiatrist residing next door was THE ‘Hannibal Lecter’\u2026” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Most often, I think of puns as “verbal coincidences”: two meanings just happen to collide at an intersection shaped like a single unit of sound. But “getting” a pun also relies on choosing fun over common sense: not doing the possibly difficult work of choosing “rightly” or “wrongly,” but just lazily recognizing the existence of a choice at all: a choice between the superficial “meaning” of an arbitrary passage (word, phrase, sentence) and the, other, generally more interesting and, well, profound<\/em> and true<\/em> meaning. Asserting “I don’t get puns” means, in effect, “I recognize the alternatives, but why should I skip between them when I can simply walk?” But taking just such a sprightly and incongruous leap — from word to word, from concept to concept — is the whole point… not just of puns but of any<\/em> jokes. No?<\/p>\n\n\n\n[Aside: as clever visitors will have noticed, the very first word in this post’s title is a bit of a pun (albeit not an especially sprightly one): (a) “regarding,” in jargon-speak for “concerning the matter of…”? or (b) “regarding,” literally looking at and taking the measure of?]\n\n\n\n

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[Image: “Now Hiring Parts,” by John E. Simpson. (Shared here under a Creative Commons License; for more information, see this page at RAMH.) For some rumination about the photo, in the context of incongruities, see the note at the foot of this post.] From whiskey river: Dear Friend(excerpt) I become each day more reckless,too impatient […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","h5ap_radio_sources":[],"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"activitypub_content_warning":"","activitypub_content_visibility":"","activitypub_max_image_attachments":3,"activitypub_interaction_policy_quote":"anyone","activitypub_status":"","footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"Niall Williams, Ren\u00e9e Ashley, etc.: 'Regarding Incongruity -- Baffled, Maybe, But with Eyes Wide Open'","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[247,1393,4701,250,5,50,251,713,4159],"tags":[939,1729,1776,3256,4511,4576,5369,5370],"class_list":{"0":"post-24504","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-ruminations","7":"category-whiskey-river-runningaftermyhat","8":"category-my-photography","9":"category-art","10":"category-06_writing","11":"category-language-writing_cat","12":"category-poetry-writing_cat","13":"category-humor-writing_cat","14":"category-essays","15":"tag-decisions","16":"tag-puns","17":"tag-jokes","18":"tag-douglas-hofstadter","19":"tag-choices","20":"tag-blas-falconer","21":"tag-niall-williams","22":"tag-renee-ashley","23":"entry"},"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6kZSG-6ne","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24504","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=24504"}],"version-history":[{"count":29,"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24504\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24552,"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24504\/revisions\/24552"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24504"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24504"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24504"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}