He would have turned 83 today. I miss him.
Attention
In his book 'The interior of reality'
Marc Schabracq says something about attention that struck me. Namely
that he doesn't connect it to the pricking up of the ears, like we
see in dogs, but to the aiming of the eye to a certain point; and he
thinks this is a purposeful process. At the base of this there
appears to be a goal-oriented selection from the multitude of things
that are detectable to our eyes and ears within the bandwidth to
which our perceptions are limited. For we can't see everything that
in principle is visible nor prick our ears up to what we can't hear.
I quote a short extract: “In everyday life attention is a
purposeful process. (...) We don't just take notice of something and
we don't just divide the world into separate events and objects. The
object of our attention represents for us a meaning that can have
consequences in the light of our own goals and actions.” What is
important in this description seems to me the presumption that the
initiative for attention comes from the observer himself and not from
eye-catching affairs that unconsciously draw our attention by
alarming or fascinating us.
It seems unmistakable to me that
attention always has this ordering function or serves it, but i doubt
whether it's always so purposefully and actively chosen and used as a
means. Within the wait or watchfulness that is attention, there is
also always room for the unexpected that as object of attention
remains undetermined. And the way we usually use the word doesn't
exclude, but more so seems to imply, that attention isn't our own
product or an act of our will, but that it is being caught from
outside and forced by something that strikes us because of its own
importance, without any special effort on our part. Attention can
also ambush us and be forced upon us. The object of our chosen
attention can be shoved aside by something else that distracts us
from the first attention. The effect of that is that our own image of
the whole doesn't become more clear, but is instead disturbed. We can
no longer make heads or tails of it and the necessity of a completely
different and no less temporary order of the whole can suddenly
present itself. In attention as a form of wonder things loose their
obviousness and ask for a new appraisal.
Attention is, i think, not an
instrument we can wield at will. For practical life, in which we with
a certain stubbornness -also a form of attention- strive for our own
goals, this can have some drawbacks. It seems more like
absent-mindedness than like concentration. But for a contemplative
frame of mind or a way of thinking that isn't directly geared towards
a product, this change of perspective can be very fascinating and
given some time even very fertile. It is that mostly because pretty
much every different perspective leads to new insights. Or, to put it
in less relative terms, attention, produced from within or dictated
from outside, is always rewarding. Reality owes a lot of its meaning
to being the object of concentrated and dedicated attention. Things
apparently thrive with a form of attention in which they are allowed
to be present and not be neglected.
~ Cornelis Verhoeven
1 comment:
Zolang we hem herinneren, wordt hij niet vergeten.
Mooie tekst.
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