{"id":1080,"date":"2011-07-16T15:28:26","date_gmt":"2011-07-16T19:28:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/?p=1080"},"modified":"2011-07-17T14:24:16","modified_gmt":"2011-07-17T18:24:16","slug":"no-typing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/?p=1080","title":{"rendered":"No typing."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have eleven typewriters. &nbsp;<br \/>\n<span class=\"tglsz\"><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n  imgRsz(1840,3264,25,\"http:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/img\/IMAG0077.jpg\",\"imgright\",\"onclick='tglsz(this.name);'\"); dw(\"  \" + this.name + \"  \");\n<\/script><br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s not a brag; that fact is not in the least bit significant compared to some of the champions of typing-machine collectors. &nbsp; And the eleven are not a particularly impressive selection of machines. &nbsp; They are unremarkable for the most part, and are a representative slice of those machines which are currently most plentiful and reasonably available. &nbsp; No achievement there. &nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>Having eleven machines scattered around my tiny apartment, several with neglected typing stopped in progress, does make me seem\u00e2\u20ac\u201dat least to me\u00e2\u20ac\u201dcrazy. &nbsp; I am not a writer (even though they are sometimes also crazy). &nbsp; Despite my fond hopes that I am an undiscovered author, all evidence indicates a fanciful fiction of myself as a writer. &nbsp; Commonly called a delusion. &nbsp; Delusions are clinically pathological, but this is not a clinical delusion. &nbsp; This delusion is benign, which may be its worst feature. &nbsp; Its lack of any damaging effect enables me to perpetuate it, forever. &nbsp; A never-ending diversion. &nbsp; Perfect when you have forgotten long ago what you are avoiding.<\/p>\n<p>This fiction of being a writer is supported in many ways: <\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>This haltingly updated blog, and its many incarnations since the 90&#8217;s; <\/li>\n<li>two periodical articles I wrote and published, also in the 90&#8217;s; <\/li>\n<li>lots of struggling, imprecise prose hewn out of raw ego by wickedly imposed suffering in front of a typewriter and mercilessly whacked onto paper; <\/li>\n<li>and of course my mind, racing about desperately trying to escape something, like a tiny mouse trapped, together with a Maine Coon cat, in a cage.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>But mine is a particularly incompetent Maine Coon cat. &nbsp; She never seems able to catch the mouse, and never puts this shrieking, panicky mind out of its misery. &nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>So instead, I am touching my computer&#8217;s feint and inarticulate keys and not pounding the vigorous and decisive keys on any of the writing machines gathered &#8217;round me. &nbsp; And much to the same effect\u00e2\u20ac\u201ddiversion from the mortal fear trapped within me. &nbsp; Only, at the computer keyboard, there is no satisfying &#8216;thwack&#8217; with each character. &nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>I ask myself, isn&#8217;t this merely a petulant external display of some perceived suffering within? &nbsp; And, if that is so, what distinguishes it from authentic art? &nbsp; What is the difference between my masterfully executed delusion of writing, and any other more laudable creativity? &nbsp; Has not the smelly, homeless person, begging on the street, achieved a virtuosity in the expression of suffering (or even just in the expression of self-pity, depending on your interpretation)? &nbsp; Has he not conjured from the very substance of his life an expression of the same mortal terror held within?<\/p>\n<p>That sort of failure to obtain some external media\u00e2\u20ac\u201dlike clay, or marble, or oil on canvas\u00e2\u20ac\u201dand transform it in the act of expression is, I guess, just laziness in art. &nbsp; But then I would never disagree that I am just a lazy would-be writer, content to let some innate flair for writing languish unattenuated and undeveloped, that lack of artistic achievement an artistic expression in itself. &nbsp; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have eleven typewriters. &nbsp; That&#8217;s not a brag; that fact is not in the least bit significant compared to some of the champions of typing-machine collectors. &nbsp; And the eleven are not a particularly impressive selection of machines. &nbsp; &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/?p=1080\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1080","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1080","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1080"}],"version-history":[{"count":15,"href":"https:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1080\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1097,"href":"https:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1080\/revisions\/1097"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1080"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1080"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/burgwinkel.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1080"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}