Shoulders Down, Shoulders Back

Here I am again, late in the evening. And now you’ll have that Paul Simon song stuck in your head, too. I’ve been tense, my shoulders up by my ears. I keep having to tell myself, “shoulders down, shoulders back.” My mom gave me one of those microwaveable heating pads that rest on your neck and shoulders–heavenly. If you don’t have one, you can fill a sock with rice and microwave it.

Maybe you’ll like this post about Russian Formalism and Defamiliarization as much as I did.

“Habitualization devours works, clothes, furniture, one’s wife, and the fear of war … Art exists that one may recover the sensation of life; it exists to make one feel things, to make the stone stony.” -Viktor Shklyovsky, “Art as Technique”

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1 thought on “Shoulders Down, Shoulders Back”

  1. I go back and forth on my agreement with defamiliarization–I love that idea of continuous dis-continuity, enlivening, (re)-activating our awareness and “making strange.” Joyce and especially Faulkner’s recalcitrant texts fill me up endlessly, but usually that sensation runs counter for me to the desire to be immersed in story. Yes, the books deemed “literary” today might force new encounters with language, but there are those few perfect gems, which deserve literary canonization through utterly perfect and lyrical storytelling. (I think.)

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