๐น๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’น ุฑุณุงู„ุฉ ู…ู† ุฅุณู„ุงู… ุญู†ูŠุด

ู…ุฑ ุนุงู…ูŒ ูˆู†ูŠู ู…ู†ุฐ ูƒุชุงุจูŠ ุงู„ุฃุฎูŠุฑ. ูˆู‡ุฐุง ุฎุทุฃ. ุงู„ุฃู…ูˆุฑ ุนู„ู‰ ู…ุง ูŠุฑุงู… ู†ุณุจูŠู‹ุง. ู†ุธุงุฑุฉ ุงู„ุซู„ุงุซูŠู†ุงุช ุชุฎุชู„ู ุชู…ุงู…ู‹ุง ุนู…ุง ู‚ุจู„ู‡ุง. ุงู„ุญูŠุงุฉ ู…ู† ู‡ู†ุง ู„ูŠุณุช ุจุงู„ุจุณุงุทุฉ ุงู„ุชูŠ ูƒู†ุง ู†ุชุฎูŠู„ู‡ุง ู…ู† ู‚ุจู„ุŒ ุงู„ุฒูˆุฌูŠุฉ ุจุงู„ุฃุฎุต. ุฃุตุจุญุช ุจุนุฏ ุงู„ุซู„ุงุซูŠู† ุฃุญู„ู… ุฃุญู„ุงู…ู‹ุง ุบุฑูŠุจุฉุŒ ูˆุญูŠุฉ ุจุดูƒู„ ุนุฌูŠุจ. ุฃูˆุณุฎ ุชู„ูƒ ุงู„ุฃุญู„ุงู… ุนู„ู‰ ุณุจูŠู„ ุงู„ู…ุซุงู„ – ูˆุฃูƒุซุฑู‡ุง ุชูƒุฑุงุฑู‹ุง – ุฃู† ุฃุญู„ู… ุจุงู†ุญุจุงุณ ุตูˆุชูŠ. ุฃู†ุงุฏูŠ ู…ุณุชู†ุฌุฏู‹ุงุŒ ูุฃุดุนุฑ ุจุตูˆุชูŠ ูƒุนุฌูŠู†ุฉ ู…ุฑุฎูŠุฉุŒ ุชุชู…ุฏุฏ ููŠ ูƒุณู„ุŒ ูู„ุง ูŠุตู„. ุซู… ุฃุณุชูŠู‚ุธ ูุฒูุนู‹ุงุŒ ูˆุฃุชุดุจุซ ุจุฃู‚ุฑุจ ู‚ุทุนุฉ ุฃุซุงุซ ุชู‚ุงุจู„ู†ูŠ. ุฃุชุนู„ู… ุฃู†ูŠ ุจู„ุช ููŠ ูุฑุงุดูŠ ู…ุซู„ ุงู„ุฃุทูุงู„ ู…ู†ุฐ ูŠูˆู…ูŠู†ุŸ ุงุนุชู‚ุฏุช ููŠ ุจุฏุงูŠุฉ ุงู„ุฃู…ุฑ ุฃู†ู†ูŠ ุงุญุชู„ู…ุช ู…ุซู„ู‹ุง. ูˆู„ูƒู† ุณุฑุนุงู† ู…ุง ุชุจูŠู†ุช ุฃู†ู‡ ุจูˆู„. ุจูˆู„ ูŠุง ูŠูˆุณู! ูƒู†ุช ุฃุญู„ู… ุฃู†ูŠ ุฃูุฑุบ ุถุบุทู‹ุง ุดุฏูŠุฏู‹ุง ุนู„ู‰ ุงู„ู…ุซุงู†ุฉุŒ ูˆุงุณุชูŠู‚ุธุช ุดุงุฎุฎ ุนู„ู‰ ุฑูˆุญูŠโ€ฆ ุฃูŠ ูˆุงู„ู„ู‡! ุทูŠุจ. ู†ู‡ุงูŠุชู‡. ุฃุฎุจุฑูƒ ุฃู†ูŠ ู„ู… ุฃู„ุญู‚ ู…ูˆุนุฏ ุงู„ุชู‚ุฏูŠู… ููŠ ู…ู†ุญุฉ ุงู„ู†ุดุฑ. ูˆู„ูƒู†ูŠ ู‚ุฏู…ุช ู‚ุจู„ู‡ุง ุจุดู‡ุฑ ุฃูˆ ุงุซู†ูŠู† ููŠ ู…ู†ุญุฉ ู„ุฅู†ุชุงุฌ ุงู„ุจูˆุฏูƒุงุณุชุŒ ู…ู† ู‚ุจู„ ุงู„ู…ูˆุฑุฏ ุงู„ุซู‚ุงููŠ ุจุงู„ุชุนุงูˆู† ู…ุน ุจูŠ.ุจูŠ.ุณูŠ. ูˆู„ู… ูŠุฎุชุงุฑูˆู†ูŠ ุจุงู„ุทุจุน. ุฃููƒุฑ ุญุงู„ูŠู‹ุง ููŠ ู†ุดุฑ ุงู„ุฏูŠูˆุงู† ุฌุฏูŠู‹ุงุŒ ูˆู„ูƒู† ุงู„ุนู„ูˆู‚ูŠุฉุŒ ูƒู…ุง ุชุนู„ู…ุŒ ุฃุนูŠุช ู…ู† ูŠุฏุงูˆูŠู‡ุงุŒ ูˆุชู…ู†ุนู†ูŠ ู…ู† ุงู„ุนู…ู„ ุฌุฏูŠู‹ุง ูƒู…ุง ุฃููƒุฑ. ู…ุฑูู‚ ุทูŠู‡ ุตูˆุฑุฉ ู„ุฃูˆู„ ุฃุญุฌูŠุฉ (ุจุงุฒู„) ุฑูƒุจู†ุงู‡ุง ุณูˆูŠู‹ุง ุฃู†ุง ูˆุฐูˆ ุงู„ู†ูˆู†. ู„ู‚ุฏ ูˆุถุน ููŠู‡ุง ุงู„ูƒุซูŠุฑ ู…ู† ุงู„ุฌู‡ุฏ (ุฑุบู… ุญุฑูƒุชู‡ ุงู„ู…ูุฑุทุฉ)ุŒ ู„ูŠุญุงูˆู„ ุงุชุจุงุน ุชุนู„ูŠู…ุงุชูŠุŒ ูˆุงู„ุชุฑูƒูŠุฒ ููŠ ูƒู„ ู‚ุทุนุฉ. ู„ุนู†ุฉ ุงู„ู„ู‡ ุนู„ู‰ ุงู„ุฌูŠู†ุงุช. ูˆุงู„ุณู„ุงู… ุฎุชุงู….

๐น๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’น of course the thing you mustnโ€™t say is

O pray for me St Sasha

in fluent ั€ัƒััะบะธะน or via

yr unusually expressive eyebrows

when you remove the bone as one might draw

a hairpin, smear the rollmop on black bread

and indulge my little

pretence that the Russian deli at Elephant & Castle is

St Petersburg.

 

O pray for me St Edwin

with all the fervency the envious angels will allow

when, picked out on the dripping verges,

I feel against my cheek

the blowsy petals of the rhododendron.

 

O pray for me St Effy:

walk with me under the viaduct to Flass Vale

where goldfinches chivvy up &

off across the way;

teach me to live the hours not the years

and do, please, to my dizzy, boring, Venlafaxin thinking what

Ozโ€™s whistling once did to Sunday afternoons.

 

โ€” from Paul Batchelor’s “A Form of Words”, in the London Review of Books

๐น๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’น Blissfully Metricized

Academia is not alone in dealing with the pernicious effects of this new system. With Facebook now one of the worldโ€™s largest corporations, it is not a loose analogy to say that clicks, likes, follows, page views, and so on are at the foundation of a new global economy. Clicks have radically transformed journalism, for instance, which explains in part why so many New York Times opinion pieces now have all the tone and nuance of a tweet. Increasingly, it is as tweets that they are conceived.

The same click-swipe-and-rate economy has left everyone involved in cultural production dazed and stumbling. Journalism, art, literature, and entertainment have been engulfed by a tsunami of metrics. And dare we mention love, friendship, and political community? These, too, have been absorbed by the mania of metrics coupled with so-called gamification โ€” a treacherous imitation of play. A flood of neurochemicals saturates our dried-out brains when a heart or a thumbs-up pops up in response to a text, or when our dating profiles get a match, or when our hasty yet emphatic political opinions or our pseudo-humble tales of small daily failures are praised and echoed back to us. The more we swipe in the right direction, or achieve whatever minor virality we can get, the more we are rewarded, and the more we hone our future swipes and tweets and posts. The first flood triggers another, and we float along blissfully metricized, trading our subjectivity for an algorithm.

โ€” from “How Social Media Imperils Scholarship” by Justin E. H. Smith

2019

๐น๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’น And All This Comes to an End

And you would walk out with me to the western corner of the

castle,

To the dynastic temple, with water about it clear as blue jade,

With boats floating, and the sound of mouth-organs and drums,

With ripples like dragon-scales, going grass green on the water,

Pleasure lasting, with courtezans, going and coming without

hindrance,

With the willow flakes falling like snow,

And the vermilioned girls getting drunk about sunset,

And the water a hundred feet deep reflecting green eyebrows

โ€”Eyebrows painted green are a fine sight in young moonlight,

Gracefully paintedโ€”

And the girls singing back at each other,

Dancing in transparent brocade,

And the wind lifting the song, and interrupting it,

Tossing it up under the clouds.

And all this comes to an end.

And is not again to be met with.

โ€” from “Exiles Letter” in Ezra Pound’s Cathay

1915

๐น๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’น On Plagiarism

The kernel, the soul โ€” let us go further and say the substance, the bulk, the actual and valuable material of all human utterances โ€” is plagiarism. For substantially all ideas are secondhand, consciously and unconsciously drawn from a million outside sources, and daily used by the garnerer with a pride and satisfaction born of the superstition that he originated them; whereas there is not a rag of originality about them anywhere except the little discoloration they get from his mental and moral caliber and his temperament, and which is revealed in characteristics of phrasing.

โ€” from “The Ecstasy of Influence” by Jonathan Lethem

2007

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