Mary Cappello

Lecture

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In twenty-first century America, there is so much that holds or demands our attention without requiring it. Imagine the lecture as a radical opening.Mary Cappello's Lecture is a song for the forgotten art of the lecture. Brimming with energy and erudition, it is an attempt to restore the lecture's capacity to wander, question, and excite. Cappello draws on examples from Virginia Woolf to Mary Ruefle, Ralph Waldo Emerson to James Baldwin, blending rigorous cultural criticism with personal history to explore the lecture in its many forms—from the aphorism to the note—and give new life to knowledge’s dramatic form.
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91 printed pages
Original publication
2020
Publication year
2020
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  • Ivana Melgozashared an impression3 years ago
    👍Worth reading
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    El capítulo en el que reivindica el quedarse dormida durante una lectura y cuando escribe sobre por qué y cómo es que escribimos notas en cuadernos y tenemos nuestros propios lenguajes íntimos para entender esas mismas notas me llenaron el corazón ❤

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  • Ivana Melgozahas quoted3 years ago
    What keeps us holding fast to forms we barely know the origin or import of? The assumptions that undergird them, the effects they serve, the modes of knowing and desiring that they keep in place?

    Now I want a meeting place fashioned of differently angled and differently scaled inclined planes. Instead of sitting at long tables, each person lies on her back looking up. Each speaks without facing the other as at a campsite at nightfall, our documents in common: one star-stud or a spiel of constellations. Some are silent, while others carouse and carry on. Everyone murmurs on the verge of sleep.
  • Ivana Melgozahas quoted3 years ago
    To re-determine how the lecture can meet us ear to ear, and eye to eye?
  • Ivana Melgozahas quoted3 years ago
    derives from a mostly invisible “uncommon archive”—my pet phrase—or what Barthes would call a plurality of desires and reservoir of perversions that lay at the heart of any creation and must be allowed free play. As textured as our notes and as untranslatable, they include, for me, my mother’s agoraphobia and the time bomb that was my father; the boom of my father’s voice that knocked out each rib that held a breath in place, and sometimes his hand; the scent of a gardener’s gardenias in my mother’s hair (the gardener was my father); the sound that broke the dinner plates in the same moment it killed the little girl next door when a bullet aimed at her father struck her down instead; the daily search for the antidote; my first encounter with the word “crepuscular,” my sense there was something to be learned of “crenellations”; getting lost in a department store when I was seven and in a snow bank when I was eight; the particular gracefulness of a flying squirrel who glided across branches in a future sleep; the tendency to curve, coil, spring and screw in spite of all the world’s attempts to straighten, stiffen and stuff.
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