• Currently I’m listening to Haunted Heart by the Bill Evans Trio.

  • I think we often take it for granted that what we haven’t learned consciously is lost—that if a bit of gnosis can’t be recalled by memory, we’re no longer informed by it—but our bodies retain the traces, sense the liminal world/other—worldly.

  • Now I’m listening to Spiegel im Spiegel by Arvo Pärt.

  • I looked up corporeal epistemology because it sounded like what I was thinking about, and there’s some bit in a journal out of Johns Hopkins University about Edmund Burke “positioning the source of a person’s knowledge of beauty and sublimity in the body either primarily or at minimum as a phenomenological colleague of the intellect,” which sounds like something my old American Philosophy prof. Bruce Wilshire would emphatically endorse.

  • which reminds me that I recorded what I now realize was an awful and embarrassing song (on cassette no less)—with guitar and harmonica and everything—as part of our final project and that is possibly now part of the professor’s archives. ugh.

  • Now that I’m reading up on him, I hadn’t realized he’d passed away in 2013 on New Year’s Day after the death of his wife. His teaching at the time had really struck a nerve because that was just-post-cigarette-addiction/post-mindfucked-from-too-many-substances-because-I-thought-they-would-make-me-creative and his work touched a good deal on addiction and the body and phenomenology with a heavy suspicion of the analytic strain that was in vogue and the meat of most of his colleagues.

  • I’m freakin stoked as hell that he left behind a posthumous book called The Much-at-Once: Music, Science, Ecstasy, the Body which I will need to acquire forthwith.