I am a novel-writing neophyte. Although, i have lost a non-novel writing contest before.
Well! i have a tentative course:
A boy reclines at the base of a tree, upon the high bank of a river, ruminating within a sunlit reverie, an idyll suggestive of Huck Finn’s liberty.
“That which cannot be spoken of must be passed over in silence.” The Boy, unaccompanied on the river-bank, finds—just as Wittgenstein—there is much which must be passed over in silence. (A mode of paresthesic dream-white translucency envisaged by a Boy prostrated in stupor.)
Uncertain how the idiom will be perceived I have decided to site some context which hopefully facilitates justification:
“Oriental means of expression, this objective and concrete language of the theatre can fascinate and ensnare the organs. It flows into the sensibility. Abandoning Occidental usages of speech, it turns words into incantations. It extends the voice. It utilizes the vibrations and qualities of the voice. It wildly tramples rhythms underfoot. It seeks to exalt, to benumb, to charm, to arrest the sensibility….by positive means, the sensitivity is put in a state of deepened and keener perception.” —Antonin Artaud
The character, Boy, is imbued with an absolute inability. An Inability which, in completeness, objects to being. While the vestigial themes of Spring riot in open air around him.
Wailing ceaselessly, he had no provisions for a right-way of thinking. In the transparent reverie there were garlands, and handsome young men fitted with crowns of entwined roses, while his eye was on the Dionysian apparatus he sought liberty.
So I hope to effectively ‘ensnare the organs’ with the words of incantation. Illuminating an extension beyond the sentence-narrative continuity. An encompassing venture to halt the passive sensibility and to precipitate the “sensitivity…of deepened and keener perception.”
Just as R W Emerson decreed: “The phrase will be…the unerring voice of the world” consisting of “words and images excluded from polite conversation.” So i will attempt to pluck my phrases from the world. Noting the poignancy beyond the scope of the author’s intent:
“Things more excellent than every image are expressed through images.” —Iamblichus
The perpetual revealing of truth yields comprehension beyond complexity.