The Scribble Book | The Journal as Magic Markings
I have some books, journals that I’ve made, that only contain scribbles.
Scratching. Scarring. Scripting.
What I think is:
that the scratching and scribble of antiquity, the ancient sound of drawing, the scripting of alphabets and words, phasing and sentences, clauses and — drafting and rendering are just right to the speed of fast thinking — spilled out to the page, wet and lightning, lightening, ideas.
Scribble is from scribillare — “quick writing,” even so, the slosh, splash and slash of writing could be that: quick and careless, fast and inspired, right to the core of a personal truth, cracked with color and energy, writ large and small.
What it means —
the quest for “what you mean” —
is what makes it matter.
The drawing out
They are drawn in scripts that only I know.
They are circle books — collections of circular strokes.
Or books that are writing, symbols, gestures and markings.
They are flow books — letting it go, letting it get out of one system, on to another — of mind, to arm, to wrist, to finger tips — thought, to paper.
But, my take, to magic. The idea of a collective, a collage, of mind expressions — just go, flow, draw, and create the alphabet and code of your being.
But what if that story, that drawing, might have deeper dimensions — mysteries that might be unknown, undeciphered, untranslated — ever. There are, for reference, ancient scripts that have no alignment to others written — there are no crossing translation references, so they cannot be interpreted. A reference can be found here, to the ancient scripts:
Just recently, one emerged (passed along by friend Stuart Balcomb) — a mystery:
The Voynich Manuscript
The Voynich Manuscript, after the discoverer — Wilfrid M. Voynich, an antiquarian book dealer who acquired it in 1912. It is lavishly illustrated manuscript codex of 234 pages, written in an unknown script. A postulated theory is that is was written sometime during the 13th century by a Franciscan friar, Roger Bacon (1214-1294). Many attempts have been made to decipher the text but none have succeeded. There has been the supposition that it was a joke. The careful detailing and structure of the document suggests something deeper, to an exploration of mystery, symmetry, and symbolic patterning. (Wiki:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Voynich_manuscript)
That book perhaps gestures, to the higher degree, of that notion of the journal as being a place of personal exploratory — either superficial doodling and abstracted notations, or something bigger, deeper, long running, voyaging farther into the mind and the unconscious. Being in NYC, a chance to see Carl Gustav Jung’s Red Book at the Rubin revealed a lifetime of examination and meditation. (http://www.rmanyc.org/pages/load/156) I ponder too the work of Abbess, Hildegard Von Bingen, a medieval writer, theorist, contemplative and spiritual leader — her writings, manuscripts, visually are arrayed here: http://bit.ly/fShv0V.
My sense of the scribbling extends from the idea of reaching into the psyche, letting the lines unfurl in the manner of elastic gestures of opening — to the more long term and meditative examination. That might be in the personal script of your making — the secret code of you.
The journal — that is the journey, that is the hour, that is the life — to be made in
you might make it.
Write, the code, your secret code — now.
Code is shown in many ways.
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