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Social and Emotional Literacy. Peter Stockwell University of Nottingham.
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Social and Emotional Literacy Peter Stockwell University of Nottingham
[W]e should not expect literary theory to yield anything fundamentally new in its own field: we will continue paraphrasing Aristotle’s basic insights. I can see only one possibility for moving beyond what has long since been known: interdisciplinary engagement with the advancement of knowledge in other disciplines, at present above all a new field that has emerged only recently and consists of the philosophy of mind, psychological cognitivism, the affective sciences, cognitive linguistics, and neurological brain research – a cognitive turn to follow the linguistic one. If I were a young scholar starting my career now, I would probably embrace this transdisciplinary field and set myself the aim of developing literary theory into a cognitive poetics. (Harald Fricke 2007: 193)
Cognitive Poetics • informativity: comprehension meaning • aesthetics: reception and texture feeling • ethics: schemas and worlds value ~ The application of cognitive science to understanding literary reading ~ Key concepts include prototypicality, embodiment, metaphorical projection ~ Treats reading as natural and within an ecology of language ~ Part of a literary-linguistic ( = stylistics) tradition > part of applied linguistics ~ Allows both social and individual dimensions to be theorised ~ Argues for renewed paradigms in literary scholarship ~ Accommodates artistic sensibility and scientific rationalism ~ Offers discipline, system and currency ~ Reasserts a humanistic perspective on the communicative arts
Psychology Cognitive Poetics Stability of personality: OpenConscientiousExtrovertedAgreeableNeurotic The power of creative imagination: projectionadaptabilityplasticity - of personality - of fictional minds ~ The application of cognitive science to understanding literary reading ~ Key concepts include prototypicality, embodiment, metaphorical projection ~ Treats reading as natural and within an ecology of language ~ Part of a literary-linguistic ( = stylistics) tradition > part of applied linguistics ~ Allows both social and individual dimensions to be theorised ~ Argues for renewed paradigms in literary scholarship ~ Accommodates artistic sensibility and scientific rationalism ~ Offers discipline, system and currency ~ Reasserts a humanistic perspective on the communicative arts Inflexibility of personality: curiosityethical sensecommunicativenessempathyself-confidence
Emotional recognition resonance atmosphere tone forcefulness intensity richness feelings towards characters - amusement - dislike - affection - arousal - sympathy - empathy …
– Reading as control (‘The weave of the daughter’s life in modern San Francisco and her mother’s life in China holds you right to the end’, ‘It’s gripping stuff’, ‘I couldn’t put it down’) – Reading as transportation / journey (‘We follow the boy on his journey round the world’, ‘... quite a few battle scenes which I found slightly heavy going’) – Reading as investment (‘By the end I was emotionally drained but rewarded by it’, ‘It rewards your effort with a great payoff at the end’, ‘Well worth the investment – emotional and financial!’, ‘You get more out of it on each reading’, ‘If you can take a chance by putting a lot of energy into the first half, then the rest of the book is a real page-turner’, ‘Worth the effort’)
A conceptual net for INVESTMENT Individual investment Social investment (literary stance) (sympathy) ownership of resources transfer resources at work initial loss effort return risk faith flow trust anticipation improvement
Discourse world NEG MET Text world FBK HYP MOD World-switches shift of deictic projection Participant-accessibility emotional involvement and distance Cognitive repair sense of richness and intensity
Hanc tibi, Fronto pater, genetrix Flaccilla, puellam oscula commendo deliciasque meas,paruola ne nigras horrescat Erotion umbras oraque Tartarei prodigiosa canis.Impletura fuit sextae modo frigora brumae, uixisset totidem ni minus illa dies.Inter tam ueteres ludat lasciua patronos et nomen blaeso garriat ore meum.Mollia non rigidus caespes tegat ossa nec illi, terra, grauis fueris: non fuit illa tibi. Epigrams, Book V, No.34 Martial (Marcus Valerius Martialis) (AD 40 – c.100?) Henry George Bohn (1796-1884) – British editor and publisher Peter Whigham (1925-1987) – British author and translator Rose Williams – American writer and teacher Peter Porter (b.1929) – Australian poet Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)
Mother and sire, to you do I commend Tiny Erotion, who must now descend, A child, among the shadows, and appear Before Hell’s bandog and hell’s gondolier. Of six hoar winters she had felt the cold, But lacked six days of being six years old. Now she must come, all playful, to that place Where the great ancients sit with reverend face; Now lisping, as she used, of whence she came, Perchance she names and stumbles at my name. O’er these so fragile bones, let there be laid A plaything for a turf; and for that maid That swam light-footed as the thistle-burr On thee, O Mother earth, be light on her. Robert Louis Stevenson
On My First Daughter Here lies to each her parents’ ruth, Mary, the daughter of their youth: Yet, all heaven’s gifts, being heaven’s due, It makes the father, less to rue. At six months’ end, she parted hence With safety of her innocence; Whose soul heaven’s queen, (whose name she bears) In comfort of her mother’s tears, Hath placed amongst her virgin-train: Where, while that sever’d doth remain, This grave partakes the fleshly birth. Which cover lightly, gentle earth. Ben Jonson (1572-1637)
On My First Son Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sin was too much hope of thee, lov’d boy, Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate, on the just day. O, could I lose all father, now. For why Will man lament the state he should envy? To have so soon ’scaped world’s and flesh’s rage, And if no other misery, yet age? Rest in soft peace, and, ask’d, say here doth lie Ben. Jonson his best piece of poetry. For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much. Ben Jonson
Constance: Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then I have reason to be fond of grief. Fare you well. Had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do. [She unbinds her hair] I will not keep this form upon my head When there is such disorder in my wit. O Lord, my boy, my Arthur, my fair son, My life, my joy, my food, my all the world, My widow-comfort, and my sorrow’s cure! [Exit] William Shakespeare (1596), King John (III. iv. 93-105)
Discourse world Shakespeare via actor playing Constance World switch Grief as Arthur ‘Arthur’ lies in… walks… with me puts on… repeats… remembers me… stuffs out… Text world Constance Constance grieving Theatre audience
Though my mother as though his still raw love though sure that very soon just the same T1: Father/mother/son, going shopping, popping out to get the tea T2: Mother dies T3: 2 years later, son regards father: re-iterated events (with micro-shift of ‘one hour’) T4: Father dies T5: son writes poem. Poem sequence: T3 tw - (T2 ws) - T3 tw (T1 ws) – T5 tw - (T4 ws) Long Distance Though my mother was already two years dead Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas, put hot water bottles her side of the bed and still went to renew her transport pass. You couldn’t just drop in. You had to phone. He’d put you off an hour to give him time to clear away her things and look alone as though his still raw love were such a crime. He couldn’t risk my blight of disbelief though sure that very soon he’d hear her key scrape in the rusted lock and end his grief. He knew she’d just popped out to get the tea. I believe life ends with death, and that is all. You haven’t both gone shopping; just the same, in my new black leather phone book there’s your name and the disconnected number I still call. Tony Harrison (1978)
Death of a Son (who died in a mental hospital aged one) Something has ceased to come along with me. Something like a person: something very like one. And there was no nobility in it Or anything like that. Something was there like a one year Old house, dumb as stone. While the near buildings Sang like birds and laughed Understanding the pact They were to have with silence. But he Neither sang nor laughed. He did not bless silence Like bread, with words. He did not forsake silence. But rather, like a house in mourning Kept the eye turned in to watch the silence while The other houses like birds Sang around him. And the breathing silence neither Moved nor was still. I have seen stones: I have seen brick But this house was made up of neither bricks nor stone But a house of flesh and blood With flesh of stone And bricks for blood. A house Of stones and blood in breathing silence with the other Birds singing crazy on its chimneys. But this was silence, This was something else, this was Hearing and speaking though he was a house drawn Into silence, this was Something religious in his silence, Something shining in his quiet, This was different this was altogether something else: Though he never spoke, this Was something to do with death. And then slowly the eye stopped looking Inward. The silence rose and became still. The look turned to the outer place and stopped, With the birds still shrilling around him. And as if he could speak He turned over on his side with his one year Red as a wound He turned over as if he could be sorry for this And out of his eyes two great tears rolled, like stones, and he died. Jon Silkin (1954)
Simulation = the principle of cognitive projection ~ attenuation from life to literary worlds ~ Personality is ‘soft assembled’~ Imagination gives us a projective capacity~ Empathy (etc.) can be understood practised taught degree of attenuation minimal maximal LIFE LITERATURE