Fiction or Non-fiction? Or something else…

A question to you..

  • What do you find yourself reading most, fiction or non-fiction? Poetry? Or may be something else, anything else..? Blogs? Or maybe you don’t like reading?
  • I then want to know, what effect does your chosen medium have on you? In other words, what do you perhaps gain (or not gain)?

Do comment! I would really enjoy hearing from you, and if a few people comment we can bounce off each other.

I’ll go first.. The reason I’m asking this question is that when I find myself reading fiction, I have an automatic response (an almost weird unconscious habit) of finding something non-fiction (usually essays) by the same author. More often than not I’m more engaged by the non-fiction. Though best of all I feel getting into the authors non-fiction writing, the novel somehow become more alive to me.

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The symptoms of powerful writing

I hope to answer this from the perspective of the reader, as this is where almost 100% of my experience of writing has come from.

For me the truest form of literature or writing (or any form of communication for that matter, whether verbal, musical, or whatever – even touch) can be described in analogy to the game of tetris. Confused..? Bear with me.

I begin with the disclaimer that I don’t think all forms of writing, do or should even aim to do, that which I describe below. Though writing which has the greatest impact, on me at least, does do the following. Also I do not claim that writing which doesn’t do the following is unimportant or rubbish, but that it has less impact, and is perhaps less useful to the reader psychically. At least in my opinion.

Sorry reader for such a boring, yet necessary, preamble. Imagine starting a game of Tetris half way through, its all a mess. Blocks everywhere, gaps everywhere, everything is a complete and utter mess. This is the default position a reader finds themselves in when beginning to read. The reader is a bag full of mental knowledge, absolutely bloated with stupid, and useless ideals and philosophies. Systems of thought that are so detrimental to his or her being, a state of utter confusion arises. Maybe this may seem a little exaggerated to you (though it doesn’t to me), and if so, lets at least agree that we arrive with a bag full of preconceptions and usually harmless prejudices.

What any medium that transmits knowledge (T.V., newspapers, fiction and so on) does to an individual is add more knowledge, synonymous to more blocks in a game of Tetris. Even when you completely disagree or can’t relate to what is being communicated, at the bare minimum you have gained the knowledge it was complete garbage. “I won’t ever read that rubbish again”. When you digest information, never make the mistake to think that nothing was gained, no effect has been made. There is always an effect, in some way or another.

What I deem great literature, does essentially the same, but has a slight difference. Naturally, and unavoidably, more blocks of knowledge are added, but this time the person playing the game of Tetris (the author), knows how to play. More blocks of knowledge are added, but tactfully added, in such a way, that in a moment or two, complete lines of previous blocks of knowledge will be completely erased. I know as a matter of fact everyone has read something, watched a film, happened upon a scenic view, had some sort of experience, and come away feeling lighter, less heavy with knowledge, and more rich in real experience. In the moment of knowledge being deleted, a space was created, you were exposed in such a way, that you could be touched by the world around you. In my opinion that kind of knowledge is so so rare, especially in the form of words.

Sometimes, you may even happen upon a writer, who doesn’t just delete a few lines of previous knowledge and experience, but tears right through it all. Their attitude something like,  ‘I’m not going to play according to the rules of Tetris, and delete a line at a time. But if you stay with me, really engage with what I’m saying, I’m going to bulldoze through all your ideals, and show you your unadulterated self.’

I felt like this recently, completely uprooted and struggling to find a centre to cling onto. I also felt momentarily alive.

The spark is from dead wisdom, but the fire is life.

D.H. Lawrence reminds me that even the ‘highest’ form of knowledge, is still only knowledge.

Aldous Huxley on Yoga..

A passage from Aldous Huxley’s novel Island. This novel really resonated with me, packed full of useful ideas and thoughts.

Aldous Huxley

The protagonist reads this passage in a handbook given to him, a handbook outlining the key principles of an incredible island whose inhabitants have taken care to understand the individual/self.

“The Yogin and the Stoic – two righteous egos who achieve their very considerable results by pretending, systematically, to be somebody else. But it is not by pretending to be somebody else, even somebody supremely good and wise, that we can pass from insulated Manicheehood to Good Being.

Good Being is knowing who in fact we are; and in order to know who in fact we are, we must first know, moment by moment, who we think we are and what this bad habit of thought compels us to feel and do. A moment of clear and complete knowledge of what we think we are, but in fact are not, puts a stop, for the moment, to the Manichean charade. If we renew, until they become a continuity, these moments of the knowledge of what we are not, we may find ourselves all of a sudden, knowing who in fact we are.

Concentration, abstract thinking, spiritual exercises – systematic exclusions in the realm of thought. Asceticism and hedonism – systematic exclusions in the realms of sensation, feeling, and action. But Good Being is in the knowledge of who in fact one is in relation to all experiences; so be aware – aware in every context at all times and whatever, creditable or discreditable, pleasing or unpleasant, you may be doing or suffering. This is the only genuine yoga, the only spiritual exercise worth practising. “

The power lies neither in speaking, nor in silence. The power lies in neither asking, nor in giving. The power lies in neither living, nor in dying. The power lies neither in kingdoms, nor in the realms of the mind. The power lies in neither remembrance, or spiritual knowledge. The power lies neither within the world, or methods to escape the world. The power lies in the hands of those who watch. Nanak, no one is high or low. 33.

 

33rd stanza from Guru Nanak’s masterpiece – Jap Ji. Translated into English. More on this coming soon..

Green…

Hi.

Why is this blog called Huri?

Huri (or more commonly spelt Hari) is a Sanskrit word, best known for being amongst the most popular names of Vishnu, a Hindu deity. I suppose the word Huri is meant to evoke the feeling, or understanding, that the environment we are part of sustains us. Despite the fact we often find ourselves in conflict with it.

Huri also means green, which happens to be my favourite colour. I still discuss favourite colours – sad I know!

Anyway, I’ll blog about anything that comes to mind. This tends to vary greatly, so hopefully there is something for everybody.