Casual Sundays
What a lengthy post for a casual friday evening! Who knew a friday evening could contain such density.
Today, I am not connecting so much to my craft, I am thinking of taking a walk to a spot where I usually feel the most inspired in the hope that it may inspire me to write something today.
In the meantime, I have been reading Roland Barthes extracts for class next week, and despite feeling like I am beginning my Undergrad degree again, it has given me much to think about surrounding the notion of the 'author.'
I mentioned in my first post that I didn't consider myself 'a writer,' does that also mean I don't feel that I am an author? According to Barthes this may not necessarily be a bad thing, because the author is, effectively, killed by the reader.
During our early lectures we were asked, as writers, what we wrote. This question perhaps works against Barthes notion that the writer and the work should be separated, that work should be considered without the encroaching of the writer on the piece. I agree with Barthes to a certain extent. A writers history and previous work can impeach on a new piece of work, particularly if this is something different to what they have previously done. I also agree that
'the explanation of a work is always sought in the man or woman who produced it, as if it were always in the end, through the more or less transparent allegory of the fiction, the voice of a single person, the author 'confiding' in us.' Barthes, The Death of the Author, p. 143.
Why do we need to seek a meaning hidden behind the words, or, for me in the case of poetry, a code to try to seek reason behind writing it?
Surely writing should be entertainment and considered as such and enjoyed for what it is?
That's enough philosophizing for a Sunday. I need a cup of tea now. Happy Sunday :)
Today's soundtrack: Hozier
Works Cited:
Barthes, Roland, 'The Death of the Author', from Image-Music-Text, translated by Stephen Heath, (Glasgow: Fontana, 1982), pp.142-149.
Today, I am not connecting so much to my craft, I am thinking of taking a walk to a spot where I usually feel the most inspired in the hope that it may inspire me to write something today.
In the meantime, I have been reading Roland Barthes extracts for class next week, and despite feeling like I am beginning my Undergrad degree again, it has given me much to think about surrounding the notion of the 'author.'
I mentioned in my first post that I didn't consider myself 'a writer,' does that also mean I don't feel that I am an author? According to Barthes this may not necessarily be a bad thing, because the author is, effectively, killed by the reader.
During our early lectures we were asked, as writers, what we wrote. This question perhaps works against Barthes notion that the writer and the work should be separated, that work should be considered without the encroaching of the writer on the piece. I agree with Barthes to a certain extent. A writers history and previous work can impeach on a new piece of work, particularly if this is something different to what they have previously done. I also agree that
'the explanation of a work is always sought in the man or woman who produced it, as if it were always in the end, through the more or less transparent allegory of the fiction, the voice of a single person, the author 'confiding' in us.' Barthes, The Death of the Author, p. 143.
Why do we need to seek a meaning hidden behind the words, or, for me in the case of poetry, a code to try to seek reason behind writing it?
Surely writing should be entertainment and considered as such and enjoyed for what it is?
That's enough philosophizing for a Sunday. I need a cup of tea now. Happy Sunday :)
Today's soundtrack: Hozier
Works Cited:
Barthes, Roland, 'The Death of the Author', from Image-Music-Text, translated by Stephen Heath, (Glasgow: Fontana, 1982), pp.142-149.
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