Posts Tagged 'Dissertation'

Ugly Business

[Mercifully not what it may sound like, though the temptation is there].

There’s a real internal challenge in play. Over the years, I’ve come to appreciate the art of quality writing. Some lucky souls can churn out thousands of quality words every day, but most of us mere mortals will always struggle with that.

I want my own page to represent a benchmark for thoughtful writing. If it takes a week or a month to make the right statement, then so be it. After all, if you’re hoping to make £150+ per day as a copywriter, the very least you can aim for is to showcase ‘quality’.

In 2011, I’ve finally embraced the rule that less is more. As a doctoral student, it’s natural for verbosity to take over while the 80,000 word target still seems distant. Pages – thousands of words – achieve nothing. Now that this pressure has relaxed, I’ve realised the pleasure in shedding words.

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Marvell, Glass, and ‘Upon Appleton House’

It is difficult to escape reflection. Mirrors are common enough (and, one might argue, hurtful enough), but windows are often reflectors as well as transparent portals. Personal experience also determines that reflection is there to antagonise the mind as well as to merely display the body. That is the paradigm of glass, a most ambivalent servant.

Ekphrasis becomes a common feature of Marvell’s Interregnum writing, but before it served his Cromwellian verse, these perspective features – of viewing and reflection, of the viewer and beyond – combine in a remarkable way in Marvell’s Upon Appleton House. Marvell’s portrayal of the private Lord Fairfax relies heavily on the construction and reflection of the self through private property and its (often vitrified) representations. Continue reading ‘Marvell, Glass, and ‘Upon Appleton House’’

Measuring Privacy: An Ode

New Horizons (Alphaville)

Winter's enigmatic whiteness (Alphaville: New Horizons)

The weather gripping Britain this weekend is perfectly representative of how the PhD has gone since an Apprentice-style interview in the summer: too much white, and nothing moving very far very fast. Leicester-based Joanna Riley described the process in Wednesday’s penultimate pain-fest as ‘mental torture’. Ironic, then, that December has proved a strangely productive month.

A paper was presented at the Leicester Postgraduate Forum earlier in the month. I returned last week for a bibliographical assessment, and met my supervisor in the British Library on Friday to submit 6,250 words. That’s 8% of the thesis this term, and over 30% in this calendar year.

An iron grip has come from nowhere, thanks to a self-imposed deadline which should have been imposed much earlier. The right ‘formula’ continues to elude, but the weeks of slow reading and constant editing do appear to make something click eventually.

I have looked forward to, and feared, this section the most. Continue reading ‘Measuring Privacy: An Ode’

Private Pursuits: The Difficulty of Writing

Autograph from Dr. Adam Fox

Writing is hard. It is harder still when fighting battles with yourself.

Yet this is trampled on completely when November’s fad of eleven years, NaNoWriMo: National Novel Writing Month, comes around. The idea is to write a 50,000 word novel by November 30th.

Like many other things around me at the moment, it is an alien existence. It has taken me three years to come close to 50,000 words for my thesis. Writers will be soon be surpassing that toil in less than 3% of the time.

NaNoWriMo has received a lot of strong opinion, largely because it encourages quantity over quality. The official page freely concedes, ‘Make no mistake: you will be writing a lot of crap’.

Sometimes I have sympathy for the freedom, precisely because adding 500 words of quality to my doctoral thesis seems like a colossal achievement. It is also something that, for better or worse, the world of academia has contemplated itself. But I also loathe it for the way it can disregard the graft that goes into a small amount.

Writing often delves into dark, private pursuits. Continue reading ‘Private Pursuits: The Difficulty of Writing’

Exposure and Control

Misheye Photography and Art (Commercial Gallery)

As the Wheel of Fortune spins again, I am attempting to shake off private blues to regain control. Privacy proves baffling in that respect: control. Privacy appears to offer control, but in today’s climate it takes plenty away too. After a grilling yesterday in the use of ‘motive’ and ‘intention’, here lies a drop in the ocean on ‘exposure’ and ‘control’.

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The Stigma of Print

Illuminations. How far do they attract?

Illuminations. How far do they attract?

J. W. Saunders’ study ‘The Stigma of Print’ (1951) touched an important nerve on the subject of publication. The premise is that with the advent of print in the Tudor period, the commercialisation of writing was regarded by many as a vulgar and defamatory practice. Literature was imbued with a mode of exclusivity. Whilst the circulation of manuscripts around small coterie circles was a cultured activity, choosing to disseminate to a wider audience for fame and prestige devalued the whole basis of writing. Despite claims that it became ‘unfashionable’ by the mid-seventeenth century, few demonstrate this ‘stigma’  more than Andrew Marvell in the early-modern period. In this digital age, it continues to live on.
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Knightmare

Knightmare, Titles, Firestone

Those who know me well enough will know that Knightmare is never far from my thoughts. It is a permanent feature, for better or worse, of my being. Knightmare elegantly punctuated my primary years. It introduced me to fantasy, encouraged me towards intellectual pursuit, and proved to be a strong enough source of a fair majority of my strongest friends. I appreciate criticism against this kind of thing, but I am neither a fanatic gamer, a regular role-player, nor a writer of ‘fan-fiction’. First and foremost, I just engage in nostalgic appreciation of revolutionary television. This show has transcended its particular era, demonstrated the exponential nature of technological change, and has provided millions with entertainment, discussion, and memorabilia.

To several of those ends, it shares a place with Andrew Marvell, which inspired this piece. What could a 1980s gameshow and a seventeenth-century poet possibly have in common? Hopefully this will become clear (and it would be a real achievement).

A few months ago, I alluded to my state of mind as the character of a grasshopper from a poem by Richard Lovelace [Farewell Frost]. I have often, in similar vein, sought inner counsel to Sir Thomas Wyatt’s antithetical sonnet.

I find no peace, and all my war is done;
I fear, and hope. I burn, and freeze like ice.
I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise.
And naught I have, and all the World I seize on…

When I tried to refresh the thought, what came to mind was an image that encapsulates one of Knightmare’s most enigmatic in-game mysteries: a firestone cased in ice. Continue reading ‘Knightmare’

Time Out

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There is finally some space to breathe this week. After several weeks of lengthy texts in The Grand Remonstrance, Areopagitica, The Kings Cabinet Opened, we move to two weeks’ respite with poetry. This may prove rather a false dawn. The tasks and reading for the Early Modern Material Text MA Seminar I am shadowing are quite demanding. Prof. Anthony Mortimer will be speaking at our fortnightly Doctoral Workshop next week, with heavy preparatory reading. Earlier this year, Prof. Mortimer asked me about the paper I gave at the Origins Conference in April. Marvell’s elegy was placed within a collection of three (with Sprat and Dryden), and then replaced at a late stage by Edmund Waller’s before publication. The title of my paper, ‘One of the Three’, had been grossly misleading for that reason. As the workshop applies most directly to me, it is important that I make the most of it.

It is always fascinating to see the rise and fall of different components of this kind of occupation. Continue reading ‘Time Out’

Diurnal

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The thought of embarking on a project where, in an academic capacity, I become a kind of professional writer, gives me a new confidence in writing.

Hope appears in remembrance of starting a journal in 2003. During A-Levels, English had became my weakest subject. Add to that a gap-year away from education, and I felt vulnerable approaching life in Bristol. Looking back, the respect for a rare place at such a prestigious institution and a genuine fear of failure helped me towards such a strong start. I never underestimate the influence of Dr. Stephen Cheeke as my first (and last) tutor at Bristol. His words in my first year and third year brought much better performance. The year he disappears on study-leave, I struggle. However, I also owe plenty to journalling for a positive academic start to university life.

The purpose of my journalling has changed considerably. Often, aspects of my chosen period of study – Literature of the 17th Century and English Revolution – overlap with this ‘purpose’ . Every individual feels their own consciousness, their own audience and comfort barrier, their own notions of censorship, and particularly the politics of language. I develop ideas about early-modern traditions of writing and print culture through my own practice of writing – this mere cyber-spacial meiosis. How does one determine between circulating thoughts privately and publicly? Which occasions prompt a particular emphasis to write, not to write, or to write and then conceal? Modern writing culture is one which makes or breaks: ‘Majoritarian’, as Mark Kishlansky would put it.

Now I’m a Scottish student. Memories draw back to a grand room far too small for all new postgraduate school students and staff. It took the head of graduate school’s assistance to find new supervisor James Loxley. The contact that had inspired the application was very welcoming, and I was in little doubt that the right choice had been made. There was something inherently special in identifying this opportunity with a scholar I had come to appreciate so much. Dr. Loxley’s reputation for amiability precedes him; he attracted quite a crowd. Amusingly, one of his previous students shared an anecdote about dressing up in period costume at a museum; there was the chance to spill a relatively rare story. The humour was shared by mentioning the whole Knightmare interest. Another tutee alongside me was familiar, and enthusiastic about being reminded of the greatness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I left excited, inspired and fixed up for the following week, four 270 mile trips in consecutive days. The hours of travelling did become the marauder of memory for the week. Ironically, the majority of the Research Methods course I was there for that week was already familiar.

The first meeting with Dr. Loxley and a first assessment, an annotated bibliography to be done over a 24 hr period, both took place on a very long Thursday, when I learnt much about the year to come, and how little I know. The constraints of a Masters require something more specific than I anticipated. The most groundbreaking studies are those considering relatively uncovered writers or works. Understanding this meant that plans made over the summer were shadowed. Yet, going through the existing dissertation upon which ideas were based, an achievable project emerged early on: Royalist poet Thomas Jordan.

This started to become an attractive idea. It covers new ground, involves some travel, has some particular points of interest, and there should still be considerable flexibility. Royalist writing culture could feature, as expertly preceded by my supervisor. There is potential for mentioning the causes of the Civil War, Jordan’s links with Shakespeare and Ben Jonson, Ovid and the Classical Tradition, the emergence of women and drama.

How I will find this, knocked out of my comfort zone from the confines of Andrew Marvell and survey writing? It’s daunting that only one study on Thomas Jordan exists (1950s). Most of what I write becomes authentic, authoritative criticism. Am I really good enough for that at this stage? Doubts are coming and going in this early stage, and hopefully with some progression life will fight some stability and security back. I think I would like to use this space as an academic diary, encouraging me to work out ideas and thoughts in the environment where they uncover themselves best, and establishing a regularity to documenting notes. Writing one long dissertation over twelve months just requires steady progress, and I’m sure white space will draw it from within.


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