Since journalism is writing, and writing is about words, and words are nodal points of numerous ideas, predestined to ambiguity, and people make ambiguities into truths, and truths become ideologies, and ideologies become . . . well, we know what they become . . . Here is the real thing . . . .
Since journalism is writing, and writing is about words, and words are nodal points of numerous ideas, predestined to ambiguity, and people make ambiguities into truths, and truths become ideologies, and ideologies become . . . well, we know what they become . . . Here is the real thing . . . .
from The Book of Grotesque from "Winesburg, Ohio" by Sherwood Anderson
" That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as a truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts.. . . . In the bed the writer had a dream that was not a dream. As he grew somewhat sleepy but was still conscious, figures began to appear before his eyes. Each as he appeared snatched up one of the truths and some who were quite strong snatched up a dozen of them. . . . . It was the truths that made the people grotesques. The old man had quite an elaborate theory concerning the matter. It was his notion that the moment one of the people took one of the truths to himself, called it his truth, and tried to live his life by it, he became a grotesque and the truth he embraced became a falsehood."
I hope all this was reasonably on topic and contextually apropos of the piece Matt posted. My sincere apologies if not -- I don't want to analytically polemicize or too colorfully breach a tolerable poetic license when conveying my perceptions in comments. I appreciate the comfort-range of that license may be subjective from person to person and perhaps it's best to be less imagetic and more matter of fact. Sometimes less really is more! I appreciate all who post their thoughts here and Matt's great work that brings it all together for discussion and analysis.
Since journalism is writing, and writing is about words, and words are nodal points of numerous ideas, predestined to ambiguity, and people make ambiguities into truths, and truths become ideologies, and ideologies become . . . well, we know what they become . . . Here is the real thing . . . .
from The Book of Grotesque from "Winesburg, Ohio" by Sherwood Anderson
https://www.bartleby.com/156/1.html
" That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as a truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts.. . . . In the bed the writer had a dream that was not a dream. As he grew somewhat sleepy but was still conscious, figures began to appear before his eyes. Each as he appeared snatched up one of the truths and some who were quite strong snatched up a dozen of them. . . . . It was the truths that made the people grotesques. The old man had quite an elaborate theory concerning the matter. It was his notion that the moment one of the people took one of the truths to himself, called it his truth, and tried to live his life by it, he became a grotesque and the truth he embraced became a falsehood."
I hope all this was reasonably on topic and contextually apropos of the piece Matt posted. My sincere apologies if not -- I don't want to analytically polemicize or too colorfully breach a tolerable poetic license when conveying my perceptions in comments. I appreciate the comfort-range of that license may be subjective from person to person and perhaps it's best to be less imagetic and more matter of fact. Sometimes less really is more! I appreciate all who post their thoughts here and Matt's great work that brings it all together for discussion and analysis.