Dreadful Joy:
memoranda for the yinsane
#2
Creative Writing Is a Yinsane Asylum
Poetry provides a minimum security work camp, where the yinsane
come and go as they please. But fiction is less kind to the
yinsane. Fiction is a maximum security lockdown.
By
fiction I don’t mean experimental fiction, such as the
logolepsy of James Joyce. Mainstream fiction, including science
fiction and fantasy, is a facility for maximal restraint of
the irrational. No matter how colossal the lobster-man that
comes through the wormhole, it is sentenced to the sentence,
and it walks that line sober as a judge. Fiction writers are
mental bondage freaks.
Like
an obsessive-compulsive counting steps with a rational, arithmetic
strength that accrues, step-by-step, into the irrational,
fiction writers bind their craziness in the straitjacket of
linear thinking. What would possess a mind to contort itself
into the subject-verb-object subjugation of the written line?
Prior
to 5,000 years ago, there was no writing. Humans lived for
over 150,000 years without writing anything. Is it a coincidence
that the mental constraint of writing appears simultaneously
with the origin of cities? Dr. Piotr Michalowski, professor
of Near East civilizations at the University of Michigan,
says, “coercion and control were early writing's first
important purpose, a new way to control how people live."
Sumerian
proto-cuneiform, the earliest writing, doesn’t conform
to the syntax of language, of narratives, but rather serves
to generate lists and inventories of properties and taxes.
“Lists are a form of cultural hysteria,” the fiction
writer Don DeLillo comments. The same dominating elite who
corralled people into the maze of streets and walls in Uruk,
the same sorcerer-priests of the Tigris-Euphrates river valley
who transfixed time with their sexagesimal (base-60) system
of magic, the same grain-keepers of ancient Mesopotamia who
invented banking, receipts and taxes, originated the delirium
of getting-and-spending that has swept the world - and that
sweeps our entire species toward oblivion.
People
are dying for this delirium in the very land that originated
the madness 5,000 years ago. The river valley of the first
cities, where time became money, today is a war zone, and
people are killing each other there in a contest for coercion
and control that began with civilization. This is factual
proof that writing - all writing: lists, catalogues, nonfiction,
poetry and fiction - all writing accomplishes itself not with
ink but with human blood.
Who
am I to write this?
Who
are you to read it?
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