Slipperiness of language

I’m going through my blog—I do get to this point with all my writing—I can’t go on until I have looked back and seen what I have there—I said early on—I haven’t got up to that yet in the updating—that I don’t edit—and then said, in the next post, I think—that of course I do edit—and explained (I think I did) that it was academic essays that I didn’t edit.

That is because what I produce—I write piecemeal—I’ll write something, see where I am—know, from there, where to go next—

And there would be nowhere else to go, see—

Unless you get into multiples and variables—which I have, I have—

But once it’s done, it’s done—done up as in stitchery—all attached, in fact—and no odd bits to fall out anywhere, you could say—

My cousin John gave me a tip to get myself organized, time-wise, when I was doing my degree (he was a year—or two—ahead of me)—that, from quite early on, each academic year, there was roughly two weeks to produce each essay—and to organize yourself around that.

He was right—that advice was invaluable—by the time you got to reading week (we had reading weeks then)—there were essays given out with due-dates that meant—yes—you had two weeks before each needed to be handed in.

You could have an extension if you needed it—but I worked out for myself that it wasn’t worth getting an extension—get an extension of, say, a week, for an essay—and, on this two-week thing (no one told us this—you worked out your own procedure, your own timetable—except that John did tell me this)—well, take the extension of an extra week—term finished at the same designated date—you therefore only had a week to do your next essay in—unless you were going to get extensions on them all and run out of time for your last one…

The course I did was heavily weighted towards essays and assignments—or, ‘how long is a piece of string?’ portfolios with no word-lengths attached to them at all—though there were exams at the end of it all.

Oh, I could go on and on—how we wrote our own essay-titles for one course—that astounded me, I must admit—but I did it.

Slipperiness of language—a term bandied about in seminars by tutors—you didn’t know what it was—you thought you should—you didn’t ask the tutor—but found out about it yourself—if you had time—or picked up what you thought it might be.

As far as I am concerned, it is basically Derrida.  I don’t know if he used the term—it’s a while since I read Derrida—ah, deconstruction—that was the thing…I tend to read Derrida from a consideration of Saussure—love Saussure, though he stopped at the structuralist position, they say…

And Saussure is known through his students—now there’s a turnaround—it is only through his students’ notes taken through lectures that we know what Saussure thought at all—

 

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