photo by: Ali Edwards
Wouldn't it be satisfying* to confuse a thesis examiner with the words of Frank O'Hara (a NY poet who features in my new book)?
I have a feeling that the philosophical reduction of reality to a dealable-with system so distorts life that one's "reward" (a minor one at that) is illness both from inside and from outside.
I should make it clear: I don't have to formally defend my thesis for a fair while (I haven't even submitted) and, truth be told, this week has been particularly positive and productive for me so I am all about picking up that dealable-with system and rubbing it all over my face and gleefully licking my fingers.
But I guess what this is all about is that I have some unhelpful uncertainty and defensiveness about the connection between your research, the research community, and potential audiences. I am certainly well past phase one (in which you attack the pre-existing scholarship as misguided and invalid as a defensive strategy), but I would like to have some healthier ways of thinking about "the others", other scholars, examiners and audiences (real or imagined), as I write. Please share.
*at least momentarily