IN RE: THE INTRODUCTION TO JULIA WERTZ’S NEW EDITION OF DRINKING AT THE MOVIES
Turns out, Janeane Garofalo doesn’t know how to type. Hence, the handwritten introduction (which, Ms. Wertz’s words, is “bonkers,” Julia-speak for “inspired” and “oft-taking flight”), which is irreproduceable any other way.
Thing is, she’s on her feet — comedienne, radio show, sketch comedy, etc. — so the way she accesses language isn’t impeded by this approach, and not being able to type.
Methinks, however, this is not so optional for the general public, or everybody everyday everywhere . . . necessarily.
IT’S IN BOTH THE GURDJIEFF TEACHINGS AND THE CHELSEA QUINN YARBRO-TRANSCRIBED MESSAGES FROM MICHAEL TEACHINGS:
The “INTELLIGENCE” center is where you process language — not necessarily what it may sound like, or at least, not only, or not just that. The “EMOTIONAL” and “MOVING” centers are the other two of three operative centers in humans — hence the G.I. Gurdjieff lovable wisecrack, “Yogis who work on one center while neglecting the other two are like bodybuilders who only work on one set of muscles.”[*]
Yuk-yuk, right, but you can see this in people all around town: it’s like they find one way of getting by, and cling to it hammer-and-tongs, like it’s all they know. (Think of the professor with tweed who smokes and never leaves his fireplace-with-bookcase world, or the jock who won’t pick up a book, unless it’s Sports Illustrated or a memoir of some superstar — which, still, is a book at all, so it goes to show, maybe he would, right?)
Hence the Gurdjieff teachings having the title “The Fourth Way,” outright: not just one, but all three, making the fourth way the integration of them all so they support each other, and provide balance. (See Bill Murray and John Shirley, cyberpunk godfather, for more on how to apply these teachings in the everyday world.)
Being not primarily or secondarily centered in the “INTELLIGENCE” center does not mean a person’d be stupid, or unwise, or even less than ingenious: think of a visionary sculptor, for example, or a choreographer, or someone who does ballet. These people could evidence, experience, and pass along real wisdom, but they might have problems fumbling with language, and for people less-than-fully-realized (children in hostile environments, adults in hostile environments, indifference and impatience ruling these people’s lives via their instructors) they could have significant problems … if this is what’s going on.
Then there’s people who they have a capacity for language, but it’s secondary and more about being dramatic or functional, as opposed to your Stephen Merritt, your Robert Pollard, your Stephen Malkmus (you say “Ice baby … ” and keep going) where it’s precisely the point.
What about the members of the band Tortoise? Considering what mind-shapers they are — if thinking means generated thought, this song would qualify — to listen to a song like this (featured, as I was surprised to find out, in the Guy Pearce-starring Aussie apocalyptic movie The Rover):
[*] At least I thought he did. I’ve been looking, and I can’t find the fucking thing. I could have sworn … memory contingent! Mea culpa. — ed.