I couldn't find my copy of Jacques Ellul's Humiliation of the Word, so Lu
ordered got me one on e-bay and I started reading it again, in the light of
recent dialogues on this forum.

I'm finding gold.

For Matt:

"The important thing is that the unique value of language lies in truth.
 Language is not bound to reality, but to its capacity to create this
different universe, which you can call surreal, meta-real or metaphysical.
 For the sake of convenience we will call it the order of truth.  The word
is the creator, founder and producer of truth.

Note carefully that I am not establishing any hierarchy in this connection,
from a mediocre reality with no value, ascending toward a transcendent
truth. I merely establish two different orders.  Rather than speaking of
Truth, at this point I am still dealing just with the order of truth (which
is also, to be sure, the order of untruth, error and falsehood!).  Nor am I
saying that language has nothing to do with reality.  We will examine this
relationship later.  I am, instead, looking for specificity, and in this
case it resides in the fact that nothing  besides language can reach or
establish the order of truth."

Isn't that similar to Rorty's "conversation"?


For Marsha, a passage in praise of ambiguity and poetry and spiders:

"Language deals with connotations and overtones.  It takes it place in the
center of an infinitely delicate spider's web, whose central structure is
fine, rigorous, and dense.  As you move away from the center, the web
becomes larger and distended, until it reaches incoherence, at its edge,
where it sends off threads in every directions.  Some of these threads go a
great distance, until they arrive at invisible spots where the web is
anchored.  This complex web is a marvel which is never the same, not for me
at different points in time, nor for another person.

The spoken Word puts the web in motion so that waves sweep through it and
cause lights to flicker.  The waves induce vibrations that are different for
the other person and for me.  The word is uncertain.  Discourse is ambiguous
and often ambivalent.  Some foolishly try to reduce language to something
like algebra, in which each world would have a mathematically precise
meaning, and only one meaning.  Each would would be put in a straitjacket,
having only meaning so that we would know with scientific precision what we
were saying.

But the blessed uncertainty of language is the source of all its richness.
 I do not know exactly how much of my message the other person hears, how
they interpret it, or what they will retain of it.  I know that a kind of
electric current is established between us; words penetrate the other, and I
have the feeling that they either reacts positively or else reject what I
have said.  I can interpret their reaction, and then the relationship will
rebound, accompanied by a rich halo of overtones.  They do no understand,
and I see that.  So I speak again, weaving another piece of cloth, but this
time with a different design. I come up with what I think will reach them
and be perceived by them.  The uncertainty of meaning and the ambiguity of
language inspire creativity.  It is a matter of poetics, but not just the
esthetics of poetry.  There is a poetics of language and of relationships
also.  We must not limit this poetics to language, which must be constantly
rewoven, but remember that the relationship is *also* involved.

Language requires that we recommence this relationship, which is always
uncertain.  I must disavow it over and over again, through sharp
questioning, explanation, and verbal interchange."


There.  According to Ellul anyway, she's been doing it right all along.


JC
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