On Being Blue: A Philosophical Inquiry by William H. Gass Read Free Book Online Page A

between them, as loving looks extend their objects into the surrounding space; it is the contrapuntal form, the reduced means, the simple clear directness of his obscurities, and the depth inside of every sentence, the graceful hurdle of every chosen obstacle, everywhere the lack of waste.
    Compare the masturbation scene in Ulysses with any one of those in Portnoy, then tell me where their authors are: in the scene as any dreamer, night or day, might be, or in the language where the artist always is and ought to be.
    If any of us were as well taken care of as the sentences of Henry James, we'd never long for another, never wander away: where else would we receive such constant attention, our thoughts anticipated, our feelings understood? Who else would robe us so richly, take us to the best places, or guard our virtue as his own and defend our character in every situation? If we were his sentences, we'd sing ourselves though we were dying and about to be extinguished, since the silence which would follow our passing would not be like the pause left behind by a noisy train. It would be a memorial, well-remarked, grave, just as the Master has assured us death itself is: the distinguished thing.

    III
    WHEN, with an expression so ill-bred as to be fatherless, I enjoin a small offensive fellow to 'fuck a duck,' I don't mean he should. Nothing of the sort is in my mind. In a way I've used the words, yet I've quite ignored their content, and in that sense I've not employed them at all, they've only appeared. I haven't even exercised the form. The command was not a command. 'Go fly a kite' only looks like 'shut the door.' At first glance it seems enough that the words themselves be shocking or offensive—that they dent the fender of convention at least a little
    —but there is always more to anything than that.
    For example, when rice is thrown at a newly wedded pair, we understand the gesture to have a meaning and an object. Sand thrown at the best man misses its mark. Yet the rice, too, is being misused—neither milled, planted, nor boiled. Of course, rice signifies fertility for us. It resembles (indeed is) a seed. It is small and easily handled. It is light and lands lightly on its targets. It is plentiful and easily come by. And it is cheap. In short, rice is like three cheers, good luck, and God speed. Rice is like language. Similarly, when we swear we say we let off steam by throwing our words at someone or at something. 'Fuck you,' I mutter to the backside of the traffic cop, though I am innocent of any such intention.
    Crude as it is, the case allows us to separate what is meant from what is said, and what is said from what is implied, and what is implied from what is revealed. Cursing dares convention and defies the gods, yet, as conventional itself as the forms it flouts, cursing does not dare defy the conditions of wholesome clarity, and 'fuck a duck' is admirable in that regard. Nor did I labor to invent the phrase. No one invents them. 'Jesus Christ on a raft,' an expostulation of my youth, did not catch on. I may choose to throw rice at newlyweds, but I do not—cannot—
    create the gesture. 'May shit fall upon you from a biplane' will hardly earn a medal for the imagination; nevertheless it is clearly something someone composed, and therefore not a curse at all, but a joke (as 'fuck a duck' is). At great cost, comedians have such curses composed for them. They often concern camels.
    Although the expression says 'hunt up a duck and fuck it,' the command quite routinely means 'go away; pursue some activity suitable to your talents, something disgusting and ineffectual like fucking a duck.' Nonetheless, of all the fish and fowl, all the plants, animals, images, and other elements of the earth which provide some sort of aperture, it was the nek in 'fuck' that select-ed 'duck.' I might have said 'fuck a fox'; however, the modula-tion of uck into ox is too sophisticated for swearing, and a fox has, in every way, the