“Serious Noticing”

Now my birds hang in the gallery, along with the other birds, some of which are big but none bad, and in this time without travel I’ve been casting around for what’s next.

I’m reading “The Nearest Thing to Life,” a book that collects a series of lectures by the literary critic James Wood, and in it he devotes an entire section to describing how writers go about “seriously noticing the world.”

A phrase in Wood’s piece concerns what he calls a kind of death that novelists save us from, ”…the slow death that we deal to the world by the sleep of our attention. By congested habit, or through laziness, lack of curiosity, thin haste, we stop looking at things.”

Being a fan, Wood describes Karl Ove Knausgaard’s world as, “one in which the adventure of the ordinary – the inexhaustibility of the ordinary as a child once experienced it (‘the taste of salt that could fill your summer days to saturation’) is steadily retreating, in which things and objects and sensations are pacing toward meaninglessness.” And Wood says: “In such a world, the writer’s task is to rescue the adventure from this slow retreat: to bring meaning, color, and life back to the most ordinary things – to soccer boots and grass, to cranes and trees and airports, and even to Gibson guitars and Roland amplifiers and Old Spice and Ajax.”

Reading this helped me identify what Knausgaard’s books do for me. He reminds us to look for the meaning in the everyday, as novels often do. But his, with their piling up of the detail of ordinary life, operate like some magic elixir delivering the engaged liveliness I want to feel.

The concept of some inevitable “pacing toward meaningless” horrifies me. I want to retain the excitement that comes from paying attention, from engagement – the way I used to always feel about observing flowers, trying to capture their variety, their shapes and colors, an adventure that seemed endless. And in the interstices without an object or a flower to attend to, I always knew the way back was to begin with drawing – or writing – to try and bring “meaning, color, and life back to the most ordinary things.”

Every once in a while I need serious reminding about serious noticing, a reminder that paying attention is the secret. I used to thank Virginia Woolf most of all for this thought. I still do. And I’m grateful to the bottom of my heart to a thinker like James Wood, to novelists like Knausgaard and Woolf, Austen and Ferrante – for the great writing that, as Wood says, not only asks us to look more closely, but “asks us to participate in the transformation of the subject through metaphor and imagery.”

As time goes on, and life is ever more cluttered with possible distractions, and the spectre rises of the “sleep of our attention,” I want to stay awake, engaged with the ordinary!

Sweater beginning

10 thoughts on ““Serious Noticing”

  1. Thank you so much for this post! It reminded me of why I started painting many years. After a recent move to a new home I have had trouble getting back to my art work. You have reminded me where to start!

      • Truly, Katie, this morning as I was doing some housework and thinking I was thinking about the loss of sensuality in our App dominated world. I heard several men talking about the wonders of mapping everything and being able to enter a store and “never talk to anyone” just bring up the App and find what you want on its map. Awful, yes??? And, as you write a challenge to us. It’s an aquarium world on the McKenzie River today. Heavy rain pushes branches and peonies to the ground and everywhere layers of green, rhododendron, ash, alder, cottonwood, willow, cedar, fir, hemlock and ferns wallpaper the grey mist.

      • Love this serious noticing Susan – so expressive of the day on your river. Thank you for reading and for commenting – and yes, awful! xo

  2. Thank you for “paying attention ” to and creating good writing. I’m convinced after reading this (and a NYT review last week) to pick up a Knausgaard title.

  3. Well, I love this little “started a painting,” and almost wish it would stay that way. Just a couple of days ago, to inspire myself, I got out my big Bonnard book. (His work always makes me want to paint.) He paid attention not only to what he was seeing but also in the way he passed on his vision. I think Knausgarrd does that too. There’s an important step after the paying attention to make the vision into art. I see that in this little painting of the sweater.

    • Thank you Carol, and you are absolutely right, of course, so much is in the way of passing on the vision. That is the fairy dust, the magic. I could leave the painting as a reminder – just having it started has been encouraging!

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