An Ordinary Mind on an Ordinary Day | Lapham’s Quarterly
Michael Pollan:
[Kalina Christoff Hadjiilieva, a Bulgarian-born psychologist at the University of British Columbia] recently coedited The Oxford Handbook of Spontaneous Thought, an anthology that includes an illuminating essay on the history of spontaneous thought. It describes the routines of several highly accomplished historical figures—including Darwin, Beethoven, Dali, and Chandler—who achieved great success despite working a relatively short day (four to five hours) followed by lots of long walks, afternoon naps, loads of unstructured time, and long vacations. It is often not until we leave our desks to wander, whether in mind or body or both, that inspiration strikes…
Writers attempting to represent the stream of consciousness aim to catch thoughts on the fly, before they have coalesced into complete sentences that can be shared—sentences being how we dress our thoughts to take them out into the world… [Virginia Woolf] manages to evoke the free movement of her characters’ minds without sacrificing sentences and syntax…”*
The philosopher Henri Bergson, one of Marcel Proust’s major influences, believed in the existence of “pure” thought that precedes language, which was liable to distort it. (This was scarcely a new idea: Writing in the eighteenth century, poet and philosopher Friedrich Schiller said, “When the soul speaks, alas, it is no longer the soul that speaks.”) The twentieth-century French writer Nathalie Sarraute felt that more mental contents slipped through the net of interior monologue than were caught by it, including “an immense profusion of sensations, images, sentiments, memories, impulses, little larval actions that no inner language can convey, that jostle one another on the threshold of consciousness.” For those who, like Joyce, did believe that language constitutes our minds, the stream of consciousness represented a radical advance in literary realism.
Those who didn’t, like Proust, rejected the method for being too “oblique.” It drew our attention away from all the nonverbal “mind-stuff” that William James had identified in consciousness, and that Proust worked so hard to capture—albeit in words…
Adapted from A World Appears: A Journey into Consciousness by Michael Pollan
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*Or, as Woolf’s friend Vita Sackville-West put it:
“It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.”
Albeit in words.