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Dogma

(Spurious #2)

Lars Iyer

3.88 · Rating details · 272 ratings · 25 reviews

A plague of rats, the end of philosophy, the cosmic chicken, and bars that don’t serve Plymouth Gin—is this the Apocalypse or is it just America?

“The apocalypse is imminent,” thinks W. He has devoted his life to philosophy, but he is about to be cast out from his beloved university. His friend Lars is no help at all—he’s too busy fighting an infestation of rats in his ...more

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Feb 26, 2017 Paul Fulcher rated it liked it

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Dogma is the second volume of Lars Iyer’s trilogy of novels that started with Spurious.

It has all of the fun, foibles and failings of the previous book, and my review for that can largely suffice for this.

This book is a little more expansive and if Lars and W. reminded me of Beavis and Butthead in the previous book, this one resembled Rob Brydon and Steve Coogan in The Trip:

W. does impressions of me to cheer them up ... but our hosts are unmoved.

Our hosts don't understand our bickering W. says. ...more

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Aug 14, 2013 Anna rated it really liked it

Shelves: fiction, hilarious, academia

I found 'Dogma' funnier than Spurious, despite it being less concerned by Lars' mould-afflicted flat. I think the difference is that I have become far more bitter and cynical about academia, thus more receptive to the type of mockery advanced here. Once again, Lars and W. wander drunkenly about, fulminating on the precipitous downfall of academia, society, the world, and themselves. W. continually berates Lars and yet apparently sees within him some vain hope for the future. W.'s rants are very ...more

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Mar 11, 2012 Victoria added it

Is there thought outside the university philosophy department? the answer seems to be no, so the reduction and even elimination of liberal arts departments portends a new dark age -- it seems -- or at least, the end of philosophy is thus at hand -- it seems. Toward the end of Dogma, volume two of a trilogy that began with Spurious and will...end...with Exodus, it began to seem possible that that would be A Good Thing.

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Feb 13, 2012 Lakis Fourouklas rated it it was amazing

Dogma, unlike the author’s previous novel, Spurious, has received mixed reviews. The latter was welcomed as a masterpiece, but when it came to the former the critics were not that enthusiastic. Now that I have read the novel I can say that I really wonder why? Why did they not like it as much as Spurious? For me this a great novel, as it combines humor, irony, philosophical thought, amazing discussions-monologues and a peripatetic mood.
Even though Dogma is the second novel in a not so closely k Dogma, unlike the author’s previous novel, Spurious, has received mixed reviews. The latter was welcomed as a masterpiece, but when it came to the former the critics were not that enthusiastic. Now that I have read the novel I can say that I really wonder why? Why did they not like it as much as Spurious? For me this a great novel, as it combines humor, irony, philosophical thought, amazing discussions-monologues and a peripatetic mood.
Even though Dogma is the second novel in a not so closely knit trilogy, which will come to its end next year with the Exodus, one can easily read it as a standalone volume.
The main protagonists in this story are two friends: W, who’s a Catholic Jew atheist and Lars, who’s more or less, or rather less than more, Hindu. The first thinks too much and philosophizes a lot about the end of days, while at the same time he’s preparing two projects on capitalism and religion (“Capitalism is the evil twin of true religion,” he claims), while the second just lives, or maybe I should say survives, in the shadow of his friend. I think that this is one of the oddest couple of friends that I’ve ever encountered in world literature. They are so different from each other that the only thing that seems to keep them close together is the simple fact that no one else could ever put up with them. W on the one hand, never stops thinking and talking, every now and then he points his poisonous words towards his friend, who’s a non-thinker, he often enough throws one-liners in their conversations while trying to make a point, he gets angry and revolts constantly, at least in his head, and he makes new decisions all the time; decisions which sometimes he sticks to, but most times he doesn’t; to put it simply he’s not only a man of words, but also one of action. As for Lars, who’s the narrator, he simply seems to be nothing more than a receptacle. He just listens to his friend, he puts up with his whims, he follows him in his varied adventures, he learns from him, and every now and then, when he absolutely has to, he opens his mouth to say a few words to appease the spirits and bring serenity to W’s soul. Most of the times all he has to do to achieve that is quote the Vedas or tell him stories from the Hindu mythology.
Their dialogues, or rather W’s monologues, are simply a joy to behold. And, as one would expect, quotation time it is: “You should never learn from your mistakes”; “We must read if we want to live”; “We’re not capable of god”; “Philosophy’s like an unrequited love affair”; “Always claim the ideas of others as your own”; “The Dogma must always be drunk”; “Only the hopeless can truly understand the everyday.”
W looks and sounds like a prophet of the end. He expects catastrophe to hit the earth any time now; and he feels that more strongly than ever in America, where the ignorant natives apart from having no Plymouth Gin for sale, they have also “made a Disneyland of Armageddon.”
“It’s time to die,” he says at the end, “but death does not come.” Thankfully, I should add; because if it did then we’d miss the opportunity to enjoy the third part of his unique mental and physical escapades.
Highly recommended to everyone out there who loves good literary fiction.
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Jan 11, 2012 Jason Pettus rated it really liked it

Shelves: contemporary, weird, smart-nerdy, funny

(Reprinted from the Chicago Center for Literature and Photography [cclapcenter.com]. I am the original author of this essay, as well as the owner of CCLaP; it is not being reprinted illegally.)

By all laws of the current literary market, the comedic novels Spurious and Dogma by philosopher Lars Iyer (comprising two-thirds of an as-yet unfinished trilogy) shouldn't really exist at all, and it's a testament to the suddenly hot Melville House that they've not only published them, but have been promo (Reprinted from the Chicago Center for Literature and Photography [cclapcenter.com]. I am the original author of this essay, as well as the owner of CCLaP; it is not being reprinted illegally.)

By all laws of the current literary market, the comedic novels Spurious and Dogma by philosopher Lars Iyer (comprising two-thirds of an as-yet unfinished trilogy) shouldn't really exist at all, and it's a testament to the suddenly hot Melville House that they've not only published them, but have been promoting the newest with all the pomp and resources usually afforded only to Stephen King potboilers; for these are not traditional novels nearly as much as they are the spiritual grandchildren of Samuel Beckett, absurdist and cyclical tales where the point is not really to see "what happens" but rather to wallow in the abstract pleasures of language itself. Comprised as a series of conversations between a philosopher who just happens to be named Lars and his doppelganger and frenemy known only as W., and with the story details grounded in just exactly enough reality to seem plausible (they live on opposite sides of Britain; W. has recently become a Malcolm-Gladwell-type popular public prognosticator; Lars is experiencing a mysterious mold problem in his house that threatens to take over the entire building), readers will nonetheless get quickly frustrated if expecting such silly things from these books as a plot or character development; instead, this is more like getting a glimpse of what it must be like inside the head of a college professor while they're in the middle of having a nervous breakdown, a series of funny yet sometimes impossible-to-follow rants and arguments between the two that reference as many obscure thinkers and experimental artists as Family Guy does '80s television shows (and many times just as randomly). I agree with a lot of other critics I've come across, that I immensely enjoyed these silly yet high-falutin' comedies, but can't imagine another human being who will as well; and for that many unrelated strangers to say the same thing is a powerful statement indeed, and makes one understand why the publisher has put such a big promotional push behind what's essentially the very definition of idiosyncratic writing. As you can tell, it takes a special type of personality to enjoy these books; but if you're already a fan of such things as Waiting for Godot and A Confederacy of Dunces, you owe it to yourself to at least take a stab at these frustrating but ultimately satisfying head-scratchers.

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Dec 27, 2016 Neil rated it liked it

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Part two of the trilogy that started with Spurious. I think it's less of a trilogy and more of a single book published in three volumes: this one starts off as if it is simply the next page of the previous one and continues from there.

More of the same, really. There is more plot here than in Spurious. W. and Lars go on a disastrous lecture tour and set up their Dogma philosophy in response. The tenets of Dogma are a bit variable but seem to always require a lot of gin. The apocalypse is still ve ...more

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Feb 22, 2012 Caleb Wilson rated it it was amazing

Dark comedy of philosophy, pretension, insults, and frenimosity. Very little actually happens, but the droning, gleefully gloomy voice of the narrator, Lars, and the strident bile of his friend W. (whose most hurtful words are all carefully recorded here by Lars himself) are weirdly engrossing. Hilariously, one of the few actions these two failed philosophers take besides going for walks around Plymouth and drinking is a lecture tour to the American south, where they visit Nashville, Memphis, an ...more

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Jan 15, 2012 Melanie Wilson rated it it was amazing

This book is absolutely ridiculous. I didn't want it to end. Can't wait for the third volume in the trilogy. I want to hang out with these characters. They make me feel better about myself and the state of the world. ...more

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Jun 08, 2012 Heather rated it liked it

Shelves: fiction, library-books

Like Spurious, Dogma follows the meanderings of Lars and W., two English academics who share a tendency toward the apocalyptic and a fondness for gin. As in the last book, there is a lot of angst: about horrors both big (the end-times) and personal (the failure to read and write and work). And as in the last book, W. spends a whole lot of time disparaging Lars, whose stupidity, according to W., is endless. In this book, W. worries about losing his job—there are rumors that his university is rest Like Spurious, Dogma follows the meanderings of Lars and W., two English academics who share a tendency toward the apocalyptic and a fondness for gin. As in the last book, there is a lot of angst: about horrors both big (the end-times) and personal (the failure to read and write and work). And as in the last book, W. spends a whole lot of time disparaging Lars, whose stupidity, according to W., is endless. In this book, W. worries about losing his job—there are rumors that his university is restructuring, doing away with whole departments—and W. and Lars go on a lecture tour to America, but only make it to Tennessee. After that failed tour, W. and Lars decide to make their own intellectual movement, which they call Dogma: it will be "spartan" yet "full of pathos," and driven by sincerity and collaboration (86). They start giving Dogma presentations, which start out sounding legitimately scholarly (the first one is on Kafka) but quickly deteriorate into the ridiculous—by the end of the third presentation, W. has decided that a new rule will be to "always speak of nuns, and dogs" (102). And things get better/worse from there: "For the seventh, but a single word was necessary, projected onto the wall behind us: DERELICTION" (105).

Lars and W. talk about religion, messianism, and thought vs. feeling, and namedrop various philosophers whose work they're reading, or have read, or are trying to read, but really their main concern is their own stuckness, Lars's stupidity and W.'s, too, and the decline of modern society/civilization as a whole. This is often quite funny: here's W. on Lars's stupidity:

The roaring of the sea is like the roaring of my stupidity, W. says. It's a terrible sound, but a magnificent one, too. It's the sound of unlearning, he says. It's the sound of Lars, of the chaos that undoes every idea. (7)

And here's how W. reacts when Lars loses the address of their hosts in Nashville, leaving them stranded overnight in the airport:

W. takes his copy of Spinoza's Ethics from his man bag, the only thing you can do at times like this. —'Spinoza teaches you to affirm everything', W. says. 'Affirm, affirm, affirm, that's what Spinoza says'. But W. can't affirm the copy of National Enquirer I buy at the kiosk, nor the Twinkies I stuff into my mouth. Somehow I always stand in the way of his beatitude. (18)

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Feb 28, 2013 Lee Razer rated it it was ok

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Further adventures of Lars and W., Britain's most misanthropic and despairing professors of philosophy. Perhaps it was a mistake on my part to read this right after reading Spurious, the first novel in this trilogy of eruditely absurdist slagging off. About halfway through I started to find this getting tiresome, and not at all as amusing as I found Spurious. Perhaps my general attitude shifted. Or perhaps the book really did tail off. At any rate, all my notes came from the first half of the no ...more

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Feb 07, 2013 Will rated it really liked it

LOVE IT! Lars and W. back together, this time in America, drinking their way into deeper depression even than in Spurious. Love the flow of these books, now that I'm two-thirds of the way through this Spurious Trilogy, or whatever it's called. But the books are filled with philosophy, misanthropy, a deep hope in the endtimes, and a lot of goodtimes in between. The rhythm of the each little paragraph is hypnotic, tons of reported speech by W. (to Lars, the narrator), like this one from their Amer ...more

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Mar 13, 2012 Ian rated it it was amazing

Finally, a book about a character who hates Jandek as much as I do.

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Apr 01, 2014 Kobe Bryant rated it really liked it

This is just like the last book only this time Lars has rats in his house instead of fungus

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Jan 08, 2014 Jim rated it really liked it

It’s not necessary to have read Spurious beforehand but it will help a little (if only to explain a bit about Lars’ living conditions). Really, though, you can just jump into this rollercoaster of a novel and enjoy the ride. Don’t worry that you don’t understand most of it and don’t feel you have to look up every archaic philosophical work or strange expression (I wasted ages trying to understand the concept of eternullity and was none the wiser). Most of what they say doesn’t make much sense an It’s not necessary to have read Spurious beforehand but it will help a little (if only to explain a bit about Lars’ living conditions). Really, though, you can just jump into this rollercoaster of a novel and enjoy the ride. Don’t worry that you don’t understand most of it and don’t feel you have to look up every archaic philosophical work or strange expression (I wasted ages trying to understand the concept of eternullity and was none the wiser). Most of what they say doesn’t make much sense anyway. They ramble, they jabber, they whinge, they debate and opine (W. especially has an opinion of everything) and rant and orate and fret about mostly inconsequential things. I say ‘mostly’ because W. does have something to worry about: his potential redundancy.

The rumour is they’re going to close down all the humanities, every course. The college is going to specialise in sport instead. They’ve brought in a team of consultants to manage the redundancies, W. says.

Oh, some staff will be kept on, they’ve said that. The college needs some academic respectability. They’ll probably make him a professor of badminton ethics, W. says. He’ll probably be teaching shot put metaphysics …

When not worrying about his future the two of them do what they do to fill their days. They go on a predictably unsuccessful lecture tour of America, decide on a new intellectual movement along the lines of Dogma95 and drink far too much.

When it comes to Dogma they begin, as they often do, on solid ground but as time goes on their concept falls to pieces before our eyes. I’ve extrapolated the following list:

First rule: Dogma is spartan.
Second rule: Dogma is full of pathos.
Third rule: Dogma is sincere.
Fourth rule? Dogma is collaborative.
Fifth rule: Always write as though your ideas were world-historical.
Sixth rule: Always claim the ideas of others as your own.
Seventh rule: Dogma is personal. Always give examples from your own experience.
Eighth rule: Always speak of nuns, and dogs.
Ninth rule: Always use Greek terms that you barely understand.
Tenth rule: The Dogmatist must always be drunk.
Eleventh rule (a very short-lived rule): Dogma is sober. Especially sober!
Twelfth rule: Dogma is clear.
Thirteenth rule: Dogma is fundamentally democratic.
Fourteenth rule: Dogma is reticent.
Fifteenth rule: Dogma is studious.
Sixteenth rule: Dogma is apocalyptic.
Seventeenth rule: Dogma is advocative!
Eighteenth rule: Dogma is peripheral.
Nineteenth rule: Dogma is affirmative.
Twentieth rule: Dogma is experimental. More rules can be added, but only through the experience of Dogma.

Apart from the first few the rules are added following (as if always the case with them) increasingly farcical presentations. The short-lived eleventh rule, for example, is proposed following this passage:

Our eighth Dogma presentation, our first overseas, we gave drunk, hopelessly drunk, and were almost completely incoherent. Only one person attended our ninth, so we went to the pub instead. For our tenth, we drank steadily through our presentation, cracking open can after can.

The Dogmatist must always be drunk, that’s the next rule, W. says. Drunk: yes, of course. We used to think drunkenness might come after thought, might follow a successful presentation, a fruitful discussion. But now we understand that drunkenness belongs to thought. In the current madness, close to the end, who can bear the thoughts that must be thought? Who can bear it—the coming end?

You have to drink, we agree. Drink to think; drink to present the results of thought. It’s a discipline, we decide. You have to start early and continue, steadily. We owe it to ourselves. No: we owe it to thought!

But for our eleventh presentation, we drank too much. W. was sick in the toilets before we started. I was green faced. Green lipped! Never again, he says.

Finally they end up presenting things to each other. If it all feels a bit like a philosophical Withnail and I then you’re on the right track. Comparisons to Beckett (particularly the abusive relationship of Hamm and Clov) are inevitable too; W. says the nastiest thing to Lars who never seems to bat and eye not that he ever gets a word in. But really they mirror so many double acts. Jay and Silent Bob are another pair that jumps to mind. Alfred Hickling in The Guardian called them “the Abbott and Costello of arcane thought” and that works too.

Essentially the book consists of W.’s monologues, sometimes presented as dialogue but most as reported speech; Lars is the actual narrator but although he comments in the text often enough he rarely seems to talk much when around W.:

W. takes me aside before we get back in the car. I should talk more, W. says. I should try and engage with our hosts!

Ah, why have I never learnt to talk?, he wonders. Why has it always been left to him, when we’re in company, to speak for both of us? For long periods, I’m mute, thinking of God knows what, W. says. I’m like some great block of stupidity. Like some great stupid Easter Island statue …

This book won’t be for everyone—nor is their taste in music (I’d never heard of the outsider musician Jandek before reading thing and he’s definitely an acquired taste)—but I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed it and there were several passages I wished I’d written. (Mostly I just wished I created these two.) I do expect I’ll read the final book in the trilogy some time but I think this is a guy you need to take a break from between books.

p.s. I’ve just read over my review of Spurious (which I also gave four stars to and which I hadn’t read prior to writing the above) and I do make a lot of the same points.
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Dec 19, 2016 Joe rated it really liked it

Two warnings; two ameliorations. Warnings: the following reading is iconoclastic, and I have yet to read either the precursor (Spurious) or the sequel (Exodus). Ameliorations: even should the author publicly decry this review as blasphemous, the reading still works effectively, and as with the trilogies of Davies and Nichols, this middle novel stands alone quite well.
Dogma opens with a lecture tour from Britain to southern United States. Iyer seems to take the South as emblematic of the schlock
Two warnings; two ameliorations. Warnings: the following reading is iconoclastic, and I have yet to read either the precursor (Spurious) or the sequel (Exodus). Ameliorations: even should the author publicly decry this review as blasphemous, the reading still works effectively, and as with the trilogies of Davies and Nichols, this middle novel stands alone quite well.
Dogma opens with a lecture tour from Britain to southern United States. Iyer seems to take the South as emblematic of the schlock and decay of our present day, just as he seems to take the character Lars as emblematic of today’s lazy hedonism. W, the alter ego (in my reading) of Lars, is a hard-nosed Jewish academic forever berating Lars for his laziness, his hedonism: “In the end I excel at only three things, W says: smut, chimp noises, and made-up German.” The “I” in the former quotes is Lars. Or is it? Is not rather W berating himself in fine Puritanical fashion for not working hard enough, for being distracted by the material matters of life? After all, who ever heard of a duo of lecturers traveling together? Academics could never get their act, much less acts, so organized beyond petty backbiting. And this curious manner of narration begs for misinterpretation.
The American lecture tour ends quickly enough at Pigeon Forge, Dolly Parton’s hometown amusement park. The remainder of the novel occurs in Great Britain and Europe. A pre-apocalyptic Europe, I should note, for that historical conjecture of civilization’s imminent demise sets the dark—though comic—tone for the entire novel. When Lars tries to book a trip to St. John’s Patmos, he winds up instead at Piraeus and then Paros, evidently a Greek resort island. No revelations, only decadence are forthcoming. “Our eternal puppet show, says W.”
This novel’s tenor is intense, compelling. Don’t look for plot, but do look for a quest—perhaps unfulfilled for sure, but human all the same, a “mayfly of thought.” And thus, my reading of this supposed dialogue as an interior struggle, W on one side, Lars on the other, listening for “Pythagorean spheres,” hearing only “the amazing force of idiocy, a solar wind sweeping through empty space.”
And what of Sal? Ah Sal, with her impeccable musical taste. Well, why not go further, since I’ve trod out on a limb: Sal is the eternal feminine, Lady Sophia, Wisdom—exactly what W and Lars will never attain.

Bonus addendum: If you bought into the above interpretation, you can also expand it to read the entire novel as symbolic of what W refers to as the conflict between capitalism (materialism) and religion (spirituality). That is, what is evidently seen as the main conflict of modernity and perhaps the source of its malaise.
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May 10, 2012 James rated it really liked it

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The sequel to Spurious: A Novel. The continuation of the pretentious, philosophical, drunken ramblings of Lars and W. I think I enjoyed this one more as the two characters do a bit more (e.g., visit America, face unemployment) that forces them to think more about their situation in a more controlled way. Not for everyone, but very amusing. ...more

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Mar 27, 2013 Vincent rated it it was amazing

Continuing very much along the path forged by Spurious, Dogma is not a surprise but somehow feels more complete, packed with insults, anxieties, and, of course, gin. On to Exodus!

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Dec 27, 2012 Tom Buchanan rated it did not like it

If you wrote a grad thesis on Franz Rosenzweig and think everyone should me more excited about it, you may like this book.

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May 30, 2013 Christy rated it liked it

Shelves: read-2013

Suffers a little from middle child syndrome.

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My review may be found here. ...more

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Sep 02, 2012 Michael Hedrick rated it it was amazing

More Brit humour from Lars and W. Insults and laughs on every page!

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Shelves: contemporary, philosophy, satire

Did have Josh T Person in it.

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Lars Iyer is the author of the novel Wittgenstein Jr (2014). He has also written a trilogy of novels – Spurious, Dogma and Exodus. Iyer has also written two scholarly books on the work of Maurice Blanchot. He teaches philosophy at Newcastle University in the UK.

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“You have to be gentle with the young, W. says. They're a gentle generation, like fauns, he says, and require a special tenderness. Their lives are going to be bad--very bad--and, at the very least, we should be tender with them, and not remind them of what is to come.” — 1 likes

“Akademisyenliğin ritmini hiç anlamıyorsun," diyor W. İlmin mevsimlerini, ekim mevsimini, filize bakıp onunla ilgilenmeyi, hasadı, düşüncenin mahsulünü toplama dönemini hiç bilmiyormuşum.

Her yaz başı W.'nin düşlediği buymuş: Yaklaşan son bahar, düşünce mahsullerinin olgunlaşıp toplanmaya hazır hale geldiği, rüzgarla eğildiği sonbahar. Güneş yanığı kollarıyla suladığı, bin bir özenle bakıp büyüttüğü fikirlerin hasadını toplamayı düşlemiş hep.

Düşünceyi eleme süreci varmış bir de. Düşüncenin harmanını savurmak. Sapı samandan ayırmak. "Ama saman hep karışacak," diyor W. En büyük düşünürler bile samandan kurtulamaz. Yine de buğday vardır. Yıl boyu verilen emeğin kanıtı ortadadır.
Ama ne anlarmış W. bunlardan? Mahsulü bereketsiz olmuş. Her zamanki gibi. Boş tarlada yalnız başına ağlıyormuş şimdi.

"Ah, ne zaman keşfedeceğiz çalışmamızı, gerçekten çalışmamızı mümkün kılacak ritmi? Ne zaman o sabit basınç her günü bir iş gününe çevirecek, her gün önceki günden aldığı güçle bir adım daha ileri gidecek?"
Momentum: düşünce tarafından fırlatılmak, serbest bırakılmak, düşüncenin sapanından çıkan bir taş gibi. İşte o zaman iş dünyevi değil, semavi olacak. Yıldızlar gibi, yörüngesinde dönen gezegenler gibi çalışacağız o zaman. Yaptığımız işler galaksilerin aheste dönüşleriyle, evrenin sabit bir şekilde sonsuza genişlemesiyle bir olacak. Eylemsizlikten, bir tanrının dinlenmesinden farkı kalmayacak.

"Belki de aradığımız şey bir tür Şabat'tır," diyor W. Gözlerimizi kapayacağımız bir zaman; ama sadece dinlenmek için değil, toparlanmak, iyileşmek için. Emeğimize sadece içeriden değil, dışarıdan da bakabilmeliyiz. Kim demişti bunu? Daha büyük eserlerin, ilahi bir emeğin bize dokunmasına izin vermeliyiz. Ancak o zaman gerçekten çalışmaya başlayabiliriz, kendi kanalımızın merkezine gizli bir akımla taşınmış gibi.

Kendimizi kanatıncaya kadar çalışmamız gerektiğini söylüyor W. Gözlerimiz kan çanağına dönene, burnumuzdan kan fışkırana dek. Çünkü kendimize ait bir fikir bulunca olacağı bu: Burun deliklerimizden kan fışkıracak. Kan damlaları, fikirlerimizi yazdığımız sayfalara boşalacak.
Bütün yazılar içinde, kanla yazılanı seviyorum bir tek. Nietzsche demiş bunu. Kanla yazmak, ama bizim kanımızla değil. "Tanrı'nın kanıyla yazacağız," diyor W. gizemli bir sesle. Burun deliklerimizden fışkıran Tanrı'nın kanı olacak..” — 0 likes

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