Giftwrap

When I noticed the big gift-wrapped box under the tree I was so excited. I couldn’t really believe it when I saw it. I was perhaps nine years old and my passion was photography. I’d managed to acquire a little basic photography darkroom setup. I had a little Kodak Brownie camera that had film (think it was called Kodak 120) that took maybe a dozen black and white pictures per roll. For a film developer I had this little Bakelite container that had a screw tight lid and inside was a reel device somehow spring loaded that allowed the film to be wound around it in grooves so it wouldn’t touch itself. The top had some sort of cone shape that allowed liquids to enter and exit without light contamination inside. I’d go into some closet and sit underneath the coats and clothes with my back to the streak of light at the edge of the door and take the film from the camera. By touch I’d get it loaded into this reel device and placed inside the container and screw on the lid. Then I could take the container out into the light. I had little packets of chemicals that I’d mix up. The first to be poured in was surely a developer. Then carefully timing it I’d swirl the inside reel using a little knob that stuck out the lid. Dumping the developer out next came the “stopper” and “fixer” (these might have been the same chemical solution). Again the same process. Finally dumping that out, I could open the container take out the film and hang it over the bathtub to dry. Continue reading

A Horse is an Automobile without Wheels

September 8, 2012

In memory of Kenneth Morrison

Thirty years ago I published a book titled Beyond “the Primitive:” the Religions of Nonliterate Peoples (1982) that was intended to establish some less biased position or stance from which to appreciate and understand folks living in small-scale cultures, tribal or, what was for some time called “traditional,” peoples.  While studying at the University of Chicago, I found that much of the heritage of the academic study of religion was established in the study of what was called “primitive” people and in those days there was only a nascent awareness of the inappropriateness of this term.  It was the primitives that told us how religions got started in the process of human cultural development and the issue was variously framed in evolutionist terms (in which case magic preceded the rise of religion) or essentialist terms (in which religion, being essentially inseparable from divine creation, existed in the earliest of times found in “primitive” cultures evidenced by the presence of a “high god”).  In a fascinatingly illogical position contemporary people who live in small cultures were considered to represent these ancient people, the people “of the beginning.”  My teacher, Mircea Eliade, perhaps the most influential religion scholar of the twentieth century, was a major proponent of this approach, constructing his influential understanding of religion, one still present in popular understandings, by exemplary studies of “primitive people,” especially the aboriginal people of Australia.  Decades later my book Storytracking: Texts, Stories, and Histories in Central Australia (1998) attempted to place this approach in a constructive and comprehensible context (or history) if a critical one as well. Continue reading

“Remembering”

Memorial Day, 2011
for Corbin, Jenny, & Fatumata
Sam Gill

I awoke this morning with the sobering thought that, as important as we feel our own lives to be, the specificity of us, our personal identity, the “me” stuff, doesn’t survive us for very long.  I tried to remember the lives of my ancestors that I have known and realize that my memory peters out with my dad’s parents, my grandparents, and my mom’s aunts and uncles.  Even though I did some personal genealogy when I was in college, I can’t put any personal traits to any of the names I know.  Just checked the records and the earliest birth among all of them was in 1870 and most of them lived long lives.  I remember when I was a kid I’d stop to talk with an old man who sat on his porch down the street.  I have always remembered that he told me that he had fought in the Civil War, but I just did the math and that can’t be right.  Maybe I didn’t know the difference between WW I and the Civil War, or he didn’t remember, or I manufactured the whole thing.  That’s remembering for you.  It turns into fiction and I suppose it does so sooner than later.  That makes the presence of the remembered dead even more tenuous in one sense, yet as Scott Momaday told us to make something into a story is a way to endure it, but to also give it lasting meaning.  Suppose the best we can hope for is to become a story, one that entertains enough to be remembered.  Better yet to become a story turned into a song. Continue reading

Cowrys on an African Bracelet

for Krista Keil

The surf was pounding.  It was difficult to make out the details of the lava rock formations ahead because of the wind-swirled sea spray.  Fishy wetness filled our nostrils and our lungs.  A beach near Busua, deserted now that Jenny and I had passed a group of squishy fat ruddy Australian miners with their gorgeous sexy Ghanaian mistresses.  Last night in Cape Coast we met a boy of perhaps 12 who told us of his busy day at school and his favorite American action and adventure movies, his favorite actor Arnold Schwarzenegger, and his interest in computers.  Busua was but 20 miles or so to the west and yet only the skinny wood poles lined the rutted road the wires carrying the world had not yet installed.  We were assisted in finding a place to stay by a 12-year old boy, dressed in a University of Colorado T-shirt, who sweetly asked us if small small boys like him got to drive cars in America.  He was endlessly fascinated to learn about telephones and computers and cars and anything American.  Only twenty miles, yet decades of distance.

Walking the beach I picked up a cowry shell.  I remember walking the shell-littered beach at Mission Beach Australia.  Emily and I spent many hours walking the beach.  At dusk the fruit bats flowed forth like a black river across the golden sky.  On that beach I took up, without resolution, the strange issue of what compels us to actually bend down and pick up a shell; one particular shell among thousands.  Finders keepers.  And then weeks later when we get home we have this little baggy filled with sticky sandy shells wondering what we are to do with them.  I’m not so sure I thought about that on the Busua beach, but I did think about the significance of the cowry shell.  Of course the cowry is available for free, for the taking, on the beaches of many tropical countries.  Yet, cowry shells have for millennia been used as money.  Something that in itself is free, worthless really, being used to represent wealth.  Guess we do the same thing with paper money.  It is, in itself, worthless or nearly so, yet we allow it to represent our wealth.  In God we trust.

Given the sameness, I think I prefer the cowry.  At least it is beautiful either on its own or as a decoration on an African bracelet.  It shines and it comes in different colors.  It was once the home of a creature.  On one side it appears as an eye looking at us, checking us out I suppose.  The other side is a dreamscape of imagery from teeth to vaginas to vagina dentate … now there’s a story for you.  The cowry: a thing of mystery, of creativity, of desire, of fear; … beach trash;  …  wealth.

12/12/2010

Michel Serres and Coenaesthesia

I know that I’m not an intellectual in the true sense of the word.  I like to dance way too much and I read way too slowly.  This means that more often than I’d like, but then this is a lie, I discover someone whose works/writings are amazing and I am ashamed that I was theretofore unaware of it.  Michel Serres is one of these writer/persons.  The lie I mentioned above is that I actually live (in an academic sense anyway) for such discoveries.  I remember not so many years ago having a similar experience related to Jean Baudrillard.  Why is it always French philosophers?  I don’t even read French, although I did finally achieve the high pass in French reading that was required for my PhD at Chicago.

Okay, more to the point here.  I recently discovered the existence of Michel Serres book “The Five Senses” (1985, 2009) with the amazing subtitle “a philosophy of mingled bodies.”  Clearly a must-read given my interest in the senses and my regular teaching of courses on the senses.   It arrived yesterday and today I simultaneously devoured the intro and saag chicken at Kathmandu Restaurant in Nederland (talk about a wonderful discovery of a strangely out of place place) and now I am enthralled with the opening pages of the book itself.  I had to stop however when I read the following paragraphs.

Who was this ‘I’?

It is something everyone knows, unemotionally and as a matter of fact.  You only have to pass through a small opening, a blocked corridor, to swing over a handrail or on a balcony high enough to provoke vertigo, for the body to become alert.  [Serres is referring to a personal anecdote of being trapped in a porthole of a burning ship.] The body knows by itself how to say I.  It knows what extent I am on this side of the bar, and when I am outside.  It judges deviations from normal balance, immediately regulates them and knows just how far to go, or not go. Cœnesthesia says I by itself.  It knows that I am inside, it knows when I am freeing myself.  This internal sense proclaims, calls, announces, sometimes howls that I like a wounded animal.  This common sense apportions the body better than anything else in the whole world. (p. 19)

Coenaesthesia … common sense … amazing.

Sam Gill – August 27, 2010

Coenaesthesia

Coenaesthesia:

a project, a blog, and an e-mission

Summer 2010

On the project and the selection of “coenaesthesia” as its name

On Writing

“Writing” is a verb and a noun and I don’t want to lose the verb in the noun or vice versa.  Writing is the activity of creating written words and writing is the written material created.  The word refers to a creative process as well as the enduring results of that process.  The creative process itself is a marvel of physics (and neurobiology), being the process in which a swirl of vagueness that we traditionally locate spatially in our heads gets converted into a linear stream of conventional symbols clumped in little packages.  Forced to point to where the writing comes from we’d most commonly place index finger to the head, yet the feeling  of writing, the magical act, might shift our identifying finger more vaguely to the general area of our below-the-neck bodies; certainly our arms, hands, fingers are most commonly involved in the process.   And furthermore, the writing process that engages our bodies more generally often feels creative in a vague-ish way as we read, often with some surprise, with our eyes what comes out of our bodies.  “Where did that come from?”  “Hmmm, didn’t know I knew that.”   Once written, writing takes on some other qualities.  It stands.  It endures.  We learn this in grammar school the first time we get caught passing a note to a friend.  We are reminded of this as an adult when we push the “send” button on an e-mail before we check to be sure we are sending to the intended person.  Somehow, things written carry the connotation of “authenticity,” even “truth.”  Another word for writer is “author,” a terms that shares roots with “authenticity” and “authority.”  Writing in this sense accumulates for the writer, as when we indicate an author’s writing on a given topic.

There is presently an acceleration of the speed and ease with which anyone can produce writing and other forms of expression instantly accessible to the bulk of the rest of the folks on the planet.  The instant and remarkable popularity and ubiquity of Facebook and YouTube are evidence of this.  This summer is the fiftieth anniversary of my high school graduation and I have received numerous requests from Kansas farmers, once my classmates, to be their friend on Facebook.   This suggests to me new meaning to the phrase “see the writing on the wall.”  And while placing personal writing in the perspective of the past, my past, I have read letters of my grandparent’s generation written with a fine pen both horizontally and vertically on the same surface, overlapping, because of the relative high cost of paper.  Now, my seven year old granddaughter has had an email account for a couple years and writes long and interesting messages and she chides me when I don’t write to her often enough or in sufficient length.  I didn’t learn to type until I was in high school and that was a long laborious process on a heavy “office machine.”  Clearly, much of what is written today is daily chat which is irrelevant before it is electronic.   There is much about all this world of high tech writing that I like.  The energy of the output is shifting the emphasis of writing from the product, the writing, to the process, the writing.  Writing is a way of being in the world; it is a way in which we realize our identities (our faces, but also our bodies).  Writing is a creative enterprise in which we can explore identities through writing and written social intercourse.  It is processual and interactive; permanent, yet not.  E-media have democratized writing, giving voice to the many, even to the oppressed.

Language is often identified as the marker of being human.  We are the speaking animal.  Writing marks a remarkable advancement in human culture.  The printing press marks quantum advancement in democratizing writing and reading to the masses which transformed the world (Marshall McLuhan, The Guttenberg Galaxy (1962)), surpassed in impact certainly only by the recent e-media explosion.  I believe the future will identify the developments in the communications of the first decade of the twenty-first century as equivalent to Guttenberg.  There is much discussion today about whether or not books, meaning I take it as those bound paper things, will survive in the future.  This is not an issue for me.  Of course books as paper things will survive, just as handwritten documents have survived, just as speech has survived (and is thriving via the ubiquitous use of mobile phones).   Yet, will e-media transform the world as much as did the printing press?  Absolutely (it already has) and far more quickly and with results, even over the next decade, that I think today we cannot even imagine.  We may be frightened by this (an emotion that I think is acknowledged mostly by those over 25), but we must also be excited and creatively challenged.

The qualities that characterize and distinguish e-media writing center, I think, on ease and speed of production and distribution (the verb part of writing) and on the plasticity of the product (the noun part of writing).  What I am writing at this moment, I could post to a blog (a web log) in about 30 seconds time, making it potentially instantly available to anyone anywhere who might not only read it, but each would have an opportunity to immediately comment on and interact with it.  There is potential for much silliness and uselessness (and there is nothing so bad about either), yet there are advantages as well.  I have published many books and articles in the paper media form.  This is a long and arduous process that often takes years to complete.  Some of the most “flat” experiences I have had have occurred on that day when a cardboard box arrives containing copies of a finally-published book I had written perhaps years before.  “What is this?” I ask.  Typically I then wait months, even years, for published reviews and responses.  Responses typically come at a time long after I have moved on to other projects and maybe don’t even still agree with myself as published.  Of course, this time-sequence can be much shorter for more popular types of publications, yet for the world of academic writing, little has changed.  It can well be argued that the process assures quality through peer-review and the measured process of careful publication, yet, I think this is a stretch.  Most academic publications are peer reviewed by a rather limited cadre of colleagues making the politics of the academy perhaps as fundamental, if not more so, than solid judgments of academic worthiness.  Better, I think, to make all these works available immediately, complemented by peer evaluations, and cheaply so that they may be ignored or upheld as quickly as possible.  Google teaches us that it is important to recognize failures as quickly as possible.  We have much to re-think in this area.  And then there are those works that the establishment would never allow to be published, that are suppressed for generations, that would be read and considered much more quickly.

The advantages of more broadly embracing e-media, even for academic writing, are many.  While I recently heard that more than half of those who “post” to some social media have experienced “poster’s regret,” these postings can be quickly pulled down or modified, not so easy with a printed book or article.  Many authors likely experience “publisher’s regret” in eventually recognizing that what they wrote and published is not something they actually want to live with or that they continue to agree with.  Should we not be encouraged to continue to develop our study of, research on, and writing about a topic of great interest to us?  Why not encourage authors to write periodic comments on their own work in light of further research.  This could easily be done in an e-media.  I have known plenty of scholars who actually fear to publish what they know because they cannot assure themselves that they won’t change their minds, or that they haven’t read every relevant source that they haven’t thought fully about the topic.

Our educational process is currently largely focused on the same values.  Students are required to write papers for academic courses.  A deadline forces them to print (“publish”) their papers.  I have yet to meet a student who didn’t think that this process leads to the equivalent of poster’s remorse.   I think that many forms of research/writing/reading/responding should be interactive and processual.  While I’d hope that we would avoid writing for immediate public consumption the trivial thoughtless half-baked uninformed reactionary stuff that characterizes the comment of many blogs and even public news commentary today, I believe that there is much to gain from reframing our serious work so we consider it as always, or fairly much indefinitely, in process.  A recent article “Inside Google: The Company’s Daring Plan to Save the News (and Itself)“ by James Fallows in The Atlantic (June 2010) analyzing the success of Google noted that Google’s presentation of their products and services for extended periods; what might be called the “permanent beta” culture of Google.  Google’s wisdom is to understand that the success (or failure which they want to know as quickly as possible) is something that occurs through use and interaction over time.  Gmail for example was in “beta” version for five years while serving tens of millions of users worldwide.   Had Google awaited the certainty that Gmail was completely done (can such a state even be imagined for much of anything?) Gmail simply wouldn’t exist.  I propose then that serious writers and thinkers and doers write seriously and thoughtfully for e-media or some media only imagined, yet with the clear sense that they are writing “beta” versions that are subject to revision, refinement, and development based on the responses that they receive and the continuing efforts they make.

Writing/reading. I teach an advanced writing course in my department at the University of Colorado.  There is no reading course, not even an elementary reading course.  Why not?  It is unfortunate, I think, that we conventionally characterize writing as active, productive, and authoritative and reading as passive, receptive, and increasingly optional.  These evaluations are captured in our common gestures and postures:  we sit up and lean over a keyboard or pad of paper to write; we lie or slouch back and put our feet up to read.  Critical theory has long noted that reading is as creative and active as is writing, yet, as obvious in so many senses as it is, we have yet to incorporate this evolution into our habutus, much less our understanding of writing.  If writing is meant to be read in the sense of actively created, interpreted, engaged, then it seems that writing should be directed towards this interactive process, providing readers with rich tapestries of possibilities and provocations; that is, writing should give readers something to engage their creativity, their resident knowledge, their interests, their values, their agency.  And should writing be understood as writing/reading, then the writing/reading ought to be understood as continuingly interactive, an ongoing “beta” experiment.

On Writing and Movement

In Parables for the Virtual (2002), Brian Massumi outlines and explores the implications of a position, or “revolution” to use his term, he attributes to early twentieth century French philosopher Henri Bergson, seeing the primacy of movement rather than position, process rather than product.  While I’ll certainly want to engage Massumi’s ideas in much fuller detail later, it is here important to think about the implications of this position on writing.  Passage is primary in relation to position; processual indeterminacy is primary in relation to social determinism.  Passage precedes construction.  Writing as a verb, a process, is commonly understood as directed to producing writing as a noun.  It is the thing, writing, that endures; while the process the movement of writing is often ignored and hidden from the resulting thing, the written.  It is clear that writing as action is ontogenetic, producing the thing writing, and the movement is necessarily prior to static product.  While understandings of reading as a parallel ontogenetic process, that is, that in reading a writing one creates its meaning, relevance, value, message, it is broadly held that the writing is a static, immobile, fixed, reliable thing, a text.  Perhaps not all things written are quite so limited.  Surely poetry as thing written is often understood as holding a high potential for engendering the movement of interpretation through its potential to be endlessly variously read.  Still, writing is strongly identified by positionality.  It is in reading what someone has written that we understand their position, their point of view, their take on the subject presented.  The subject becomes object in writing, captured for examination.

Still, I see no real reason why we might not shift both our writing conventions as well as our expectations of writing the thing in the attempt that they retain the primacy of movement.  This may be done through careful use of “active voice,” through more fully “bodied” writing, through adoption of and experimentation with “mixed reality” writing (print, media, interactive media, real time interaction, etc.).  It is noteworthy in this respect that we identify writings that we find particularly engaging and meaningful by the term “moving.”

Brian Massumi has some challenging and provocative things to say about academic writing (which is, perhaps unfortunately, the strongest influence on my own writing).  He is reflecting on what he is attempting in the writing of Parables for the Virtual. And he extends this to others in a bit of a manifesto on academic writing.  His understanding of his writing is essential not simply to communicate what he is writing about, but to exemplify it.  His comments capture something of the flavor I am exploring.

The writing tries not only to accept the risk of sprouting deviant, but also to invite it. Take joy in your digressions.  Because it is where the unexpected arises.  That is the experimental aspect.  If you know where you will end up when you begin, nothing has happened in the meantime.  You have to be willing to surprise yourself writing things you didn’t think you thought.  Letting examples burgeon requires using inattention as a writing tool.  You have to let yourself get so caught up in the flow of your writing that it ceases at moments to be recognizable to you as your own.  This means you have to be prepared for failure.  For with inattention comes risk, of silliness or even outbreaks of stupidity.  But perhaps in order to write experimentally, you have to be willing to “affirm” even your own stupidity.  Embracing one’s own stupidity is not the prevailing academic posture (at least not in the way I mean it here).

The result is not so much the negation of system as a setting of systems into motion.  The desired result is a systematic openness, an open system. … The activity of the example will transmit to the concept, more or less violently.  The concept will start to deviate under the force.  Let it.  Then reconnect it to other concepts, drawn from other systems, until a whole new system of connection starts to form.  Then take another example.  See what happens.  Follow the new growth.  You end up with many buds.  Incipient systems.  Leave them that way.  You have made a systemlike composition prolonging the active power of the example.  You have left your readers with a very special gift: a headache.  By which I mean a problem: what in the world to do with it all.  That’s their problem.  That’s where their experimentation begins.  Then the openness of the system will spread.  If they have found what they have read compelling.  Creative contagion.  (Massumi, pp. 18-19)

Yet, Massumi’s writing is somewhat truncated and limited simply by being a published text rather than an incipient system. The incipience must come from the readings and responses, such as mine.  Marshall McLuhan style, my experiment is to select a medium, rather a collection of interconnecting and interactive dynamic media that exemplifies the message while continually presenting and refining it.  The body of writing must be as moving, as progenitive, as is the human body.

The project

I have engaged in this discussion “on writing” while exploring the process I am interested in engaging.  Rather than focusing my attention on writing complete works, the very idea a lie to be sure (and this is what I did in spades not only last year, but throughout most of my 35 year academic life) because nothing is ever finished or complete, what I want to embark upon is writing as a perpetually “beta” project, a writing/reading that presents itself to be read and responded to and recreated and added to and revised and expanded and hacked apart from time to time.  I want to set forth a rather largish theme and topic area and do writings/readings that present pieces, patches, modules, nodes that stand alone in some sense, yet will each contribute a bit of color to an emerging pattern.  I see this process as expanding and contracting over time, yet with no intent of an end, especially in any sense of it being complete or done.  I want to direct this to a relatively regular succession of bits and pieces (a sort of blog, yet the term seems to be garnering increased scorn and suspicion), a combination of these pieces into an emerging, yet transforming, piece (a sort of shifting and mobile tapestry), and to comment on the process (reporting the evolution and energies the project engenders) regularly. This last bit used to be referred to by the term “newsletter,” yet I can’t think of it as accurately presented as “news” and we all know that “letters” seem to have pretty much disappeared altogether.  I’m thinking of this now as an e-mission using the several synonymous suggestions of “release,” “discharge,” “secretion,” “giving out or off,” as well as the obvious fun of pointing by inclusion of the hyphen “e-“ to the electronic medium I am using.  To embed or otherwise attach materials of other realities, such as images, video, sound, etc., will further retain the movement and process into the area of the emergent materials.

How do I hope that this mixed reality approach will work?  Since blogs simply stack one on top of another over time, blogging or creating entries for a blog carries with it an active temporal dimension, present to past.  Blog entries can also be categorized in various ways allowing the blog entries to be accessed in strings based on relevant topics and categories.  Secondly I will be integrating the materials from blogs into an open, yet planned, organization based largely on my own interests and understandings of what is emerging and moving to back-fill the potential of the project.  This too will be intertwined and incomplete in the effort to retain the qualities of movement and process.  The periodic e-mission will, like secretions and releases, engage and represent the energies and shifting movements of the project as it emerges.  It is the combination and interaction of all of these moving forms that is the experiment, hopefully a perpetually beta project.

The name

I am interested in the human body (including the brain), the senses (especially touch and proprioception), gesture (techniques of the body) and agency, dancing (I teach salsa dancing and have taught dance theory and history for many years at the university), and movement (especially its primacy and its constituativeness of our distinctiveness) as fundamental to our existence.  I’m thrilled by all the scientific and philosophical sources and am constantly excited about every aspect of these intertwined and interrelated topics.  In other words, I am an academic and love the world of thought and ideas and writing in the traditional and conventional sense (even while I want to modify or reject many of its assumptions, conventions, and practices).  Yet, I am also charged up by how all these ideas and all this information might be shaped to contribute to very practical aspects of how all people might live richer, fuller, more creative and vital lives.  I can’t specialize and limit my interests, never have been able to do this, and it is the intertwining of all these topics that interests me most, the cross-fertilization.  And, while it has long existed as a hunch, a feeling, I believe that it is in the common fabric, the interweave of these topics, that we might find the greatest insight to those elusive notions/feelings on which human life depends; we have groped our way along focusing on such terms as self and sentience, even consciousness.

Another insight into the long and rather continuous inquiry into this system (or sense of whatever one might call it) behind all the other systems has come to me via Daniel Heller-Roazen’s book The Inner Touch: Archaeology of a Sensation (2009).  Aristotle, Heller-Roazen shows, posited that we have a sense that we are sensual beings and that our sense of sensing is not simply accomplished by one of our quotidian five senses; that is, that we sense that we see (even when we are unable to see) and so on.  In his De anima, Aristotle considered the “common sensible qualities” (koina aisthēta): motion, rest, figure, magnitude, number and unity.  Through his analysis he concluded that there is a sense of sensing, a common or total sense, the mere feeling that something at all is felt.  He did not mean what is the common understanding of this term today, that is, having practical and uncomplicated reasoning.  Rather, he sought what it is that makes us human, have a feeling of self, an awareness of our sentience.  Through amazing erudition and marvelously clear writing, Heller-Roazen, digs through the history of western philosophy and medicine to show a persistent engagement with Aristotle’s concern with understanding this “common sense.”

In honor of this still unfolding long history, I toyed with the idea of naming my project “common sense.”  I was aware of Thomas Paine’s pamphlet by this name and considered the cleverness of the interplay of Paine’s view of the term which informs its contemporary common use, and Aristotle’s much more complicated and profound meaning of a term which must be seen as a foundational concern of philosophy.  This idea, as promising as it at first seemed to me, stayed in the beta stage only a few minutes (quick failure is a great thing).  A cursory view of even those who make reference to Aristotle’s use of the term “common sense,” seem to mistake its complexity and richness, some blatantly confusing it with the current common understanding of common sense.  And then I recalled that a recent book by Glenn Beck has the title Common Sense.

Heller-Roazen introduced me to another term, “coenaesthesis.”  He traces this term to a 1794 publication by the title that was the Latin language doctoral dissertation of Christian Friedrich Hübner.   It was soon translated to German and published.  The term “coenaesthesis” is the combination of two Latinized Greek terms, the prefix coen, meaning “shared,” and aesthesis, meaning “common perception,” designated the shared faculty of sensation, indicating an investigation of the classical concern with “the common sense.”  Hübner complemented the “external sensations” and “internal sensations” with a third power of perception, a third faculty, a “feeling” that he identified as an inner touch.   Coenaesthesis gained considerable and regular attention from the middle of the eighteenth century throughout the nineteenth century into the early twentieth century.  It was clearly distinguished from synaesthesis, the psychological designation of sensory associations such as the perception of sounds or smells as colors.   Under the coenaesthesis rubric were various studies that focused on the sense that is common, by which we sense, as an inner feeling or touch, that we are an integrated organism.  A variety of renderings of coenaesthesis provide some sense of this:  “organic awareness,” “general sensibility,” “fundamental feelings,” “feelings of sensitive existence,” “muscular sense” (proprioception). “internal sensibility,” “general perception,” “permanent sensation,” and “inner touch.”  Coenaesthesis aligns closely with concerns with “self” and “consciousness” yet it is thoroughly grounded in the body and known as an “inner feeling.”

So the question I need to deal with here is why I was abducted by this term “coenaesthesis,” which was apparently a rather technical consideration from the mid eighteenth century up through the early twentieth century by medical philosophers adding to the long tradition dating from Aristotle that concerned itself with a “common sense.”  I need also comment on why I have elected to use “-ia” rather than “-is” as the ending of the term.

The best reason is that in reading Heller-Roazen on coenaesthesis I experienced a powerful “inner feeling” that this term, and the various valences it seemed to evoke over the history of its consideration, labeled something about which I have long been concerned, the subject of frequent rumination, and an elusive quality of many things about which I am interested.  First, I am excited that this term is grounded in the senses or as a kind of sense, thus is thoroughly bodied.  Second, it seems to address that issue of how so many complex bodied human systems, each with infinite variables and combinations, nonetheless is felt to be and operates as an organism, that is, as an integrated whole with unity and singular identity.  Beyond the human being, the world (ecologically, socially, politically, economically, all separately and together) has the same characteristic, that is, infinitely complex and fully beyond comprehension, while at the same time, functioning as an entity.  We sense that the world is coherent, has identity, is an organism and we know this as a feeling, a feeling kind of knowing, rather than as information or deducible knowledge based purely on observation and description.

In terms of my present concerns with writing, I acknowledge that the act of writing, writing as a verb, energizes a large number of interacting and infinitely complex systems all at once.  To write is to be guided by an “inner feeling” that the direction we are heading is somehow towards coherence, resolution, conclusion even when it often doesn’t amount to that.  Even speaking is like this.  Should we even momentarily doubt the “inner feeling” that directs speech, we would be afflicted by a breakdown, a stutter that wouldn’t allow us the advancement to the next word because we rarely know why we select that particular word, only that it is in service to some fictive sense, inner feeling, of coherence.  In writing, such occasions of hesitation or doubt are referred to as “writer’s block.”  Coenaesthesis seems to me to indicate that interplay between the many and the one that is viscerally grounded.  Much more to follow.

Now why “-ia” rather than “-is”?  This isn’t that complex. I simply want to keep the verbal qualities of “coenaesthesis” to the fore.  Thus, by “coenaesthesia” I intend to refer to that processual aspect of the “common sense,” the ongoing “inner feeling” that both reflects and constructs the organismic character of human beings, or, extending the idea, any other complex interactive system about which we have a sense that it has identity and agency.  By coenaesthesia, I direct attention to the ongoing negotiation of complexity and organic coherence as well as this interdependence.  I want to avoid any sense of simplifying anything into a “totalizing” sense.  Coenaesthesia, in this verb form, also seems to demand that movement is fundamental. I need to explore this idea much more fully as it is at this time more a hunch (a feeling) than anything very articulatable, yet no sense can function without movement and it seems to me that we’ll find coenaesthesia to be virtually identical with movement, movement as such.

Coenaesthesia, as it might inspire thinking about writing, demands the interplay of many extraordinarily complex systems of meaning and creativity and sensibility and emotion as well as the sense, more associated with writing considered as noun or object, that writing is an entity with an identity with a subject, that promises coherence and completeness or accomplishment or something.  Coenaesthesia is the process in which the noun and verb of writing operate together organically.

Bias as Interest

In writing, the word bias invariably denotes prejudice, unfairness, partiality and carries a negative connotation. Bias, when associated with fabric refers to a diagonal, usually a 45⁰ angle. The two meanings are related in that they both refer to the slant or direction. Etymologically bias comes from early sixteenth century French and meant oblique. So bias refers to one’s leaning. I think that in academic writing “one’s leanings” are usually associated with the negative valuation of “bias” and become the subject of what must be eliminated from writing. Of course, it is inappropriate to academic writing to prejudge the outcome, to place one’s own views as a determinant of the outcome, to grind one’s ax, so to speak. But wait … isn’t the statement of a theory a prejudgment of the examination of the subject, that is, to look at that subject in terms of its applicability of the stated thesis? Don’t all academic writings have to have some author who has an interest that precedes the study of the subject and drives the continuing interest throughout the investigation of the subject? Do not all academics have perspectives, beliefs, disciplines, trainings that are presented as of major, if not definitive, value to the consideration of a subject?
There is then something altogether crazy about the precept of eliminating all bias, for it is the elimination of the incentive, motivation, and energy to do the study and the writing as well as the elimination of anything that might be understood as value in the results.
Perhaps we would be far better off simply recognizing that bias is interest since we have less bias toward this term. Who would suggest that one should eliminate all “interest” that informs a study or a writing. To find a study or a writing interesting is a compliment if not an absolute glory.
I submit that the issue we have identified by the word bias is not actually the issue. The issue is responsibility and method in scholarship and writing, not the presence of the interests of the author. And it seems to me that the less present the author is to the research and writing the easier it is to simply ignore responsibility, since there is the illusion of objectivity and truth. Furthermore, the only way to eliminate the leanings of the author/researcher is to carefully disguise or hide them and this is a deceptive act in itself. The other issue is that academic disciplines should have a clear understanding of accepted methods by which to interconnect scholarly interests with scholarly results. Most of these are actually pretty common sense like don’t make up stuff, don’t take things out of context, don’t ignore contradictory evidence … simple things like this.