I love this. (In general I like how reading and writing in the negative works my brain.) I like the imagery here, and how writing in the negative softens in certain places what otherwise may feel biting.
I think you mean negative in the sense of Keats's Negative Capability, "when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason—Coleridge, for instance, would let go by a fine isolated verisimilitude caught from the Penetralium of mystery, from being incapable of remaining content with half-knowledge. This pursued through volumes would perhaps take us no further than this, that with a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration."[
I love this. (In general I like how reading and writing in the negative works my brain.) I like the imagery here, and how writing in the negative softens in certain places what otherwise may feel biting.
I think you mean negative in the sense of Keats's Negative Capability, "when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason—Coleridge, for instance, would let go by a fine isolated verisimilitude caught from the Penetralium of mystery, from being incapable of remaining content with half-knowledge. This pursued through volumes would perhaps take us no further than this, that with a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration."[