Shades of Cogs - an essay at a hyperessay

Ecstasies of Murnane

In Gerald Murnane’s Inland, there is a ‘stony’ quality about the language that echoes the writer’s native “sounds of heavy-hearted Magyar”(5). The signs the writer puts on paper seem to have been chiselled out with the simplicity of primitive and aboriginal rock carvings, or with the gravity of the epitaphs engraved on the stones of the graveyard he likes to visit. Grave, yet simple, such are the signs of Inland, written on the stones of the dead. Naked.

Written in a graveyard, in a graveyard of signs that is his library, the gravitational pull of language gravitates, it would seem, towards the enclosure of language within its own tomb. Silence. Death. But in front of death we, as readers, are simply stripped of our sociality. Naked. The graveyard, for us, is a land made out of the bare bones of language. It is the language of the dead.

Yet, the writer tells us to “recite” the sounds of the flowers of the wasteland that is the graveyard, so that we can hear “the nodding of tiny blue and scarlet flowers” (5). The space of Inland is, in other words, a double space. On the one hand, a space of signs engraved on stones and, on the other, a space of sounds. Recite, the writer says, and the stones start singing. Give the stones a rub, let the signs double themselves through the frictions of stones rubbed. The naked turns erotic, vibrating with the inland of our imagination.

How does this recitation work? By means of the most archaic of devices, that is, through incantation, conjuring the invisible land of Inland. Chanting and repeating, adding, shifting, doubling, and rubbing the stones of the graveyard is the writer’s handicraft that will set our imagination vibrating, in ecstasy, in the ex-stasis of the signs chiselled out in the graveyard. For instance, the writer tells us successively that Anne Kristaly Gunnarsen tells the writer that she wants to give his texts to the men and women who cannot see the Great Alfold,

but who want to breathe with ecstasy, through the curtain of the falling rain, the scent of invisible yet enduring flowers with mournful-sounding Magyar names (16).

And the writer says that he himself never saw America nor ever will see,

but I wanted to breathe with ecstasy, through the curtain of falling rain, the scent of invisible yet enduring dream-prairies (27).

And the writer of books pretending to be a man from Szolnok County who has never seen Tolna County, Melbourne etc.,

yet he wanted to breathe with ecstasy, through the curtain of the falling rain, the scent of invisible yet enduring ghosts of places(28).

Chanting brings ecstasy.The ex-stasis of the sign. The ecstasy of our invisible inlands (imagination, psychic recesses, death, sexuality, and other possible inlands). Fireworks.

Shades of Cogs shows an array a mapping a new media reading of texts published in the 'old' media print. The readings speaks about the indeterminacy and ex-stasis of signs, of mappings and structural frameworks. And music. {pv_video_youtube}

By happy coincidence, and despite his ambivalent relation to music, the string instrument kora resounds in Plato’s concept the chora, which he sees as a receptacle for the soul.

By happy coincidence, the string instrument kora resounds in Julia Kristeva’s rereading of the chora as the semiotic chora, a receptacle for the unconscious that embodies our being in the world. And this chora, this otherness, can be heard in the rhythms of our language, in the body’s movement…, and in the compositions we create.