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Err.. My last fictive self seems to have taken out the previous thread and destroyed itself in the process. So lets shed a self and start again.
quote:Originally posted by [YNH]:
Actually, yah. Despite the obvious bits like 'cleverly disguised' implying a very active role on the part of the fictor, such a statement denatures all communication as endless repetition; thereby making the creative act no act at all and thus hardly worth discussing or attempting. But I digress.
All communication is repetition to some degree (language, alphabet). But no repetition is exact. Thus the birth of difference comes from within the same. Or of course vice versa.
What I was trying to get at with my flippant comment was the way we absorb material from the external sources and re-interpret them and then spit it out again. Characters in stories could be reinterpretations of ourselves, people we know or a character from elsewhere. I would suggest that we do not just 'invent' from the ether, but rather sculpt from the clay of perception. Thus these fictive bodies we can inhabit all have stolen origins.
With one exception. Though I'd say even the fictive 'you' has stolen origins. Otherwise it would be biography.
Our fictive constructs are built from the dismembered remains of things we love. Like some metafrankenstien. So these appendages, while they appear to be part of you, are also part of someone else as well. Even if they look like something new when its all sown together and given the jolt of life. |
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