{"id":143414,"date":"2020-03-10T09:00:58","date_gmt":"2020-03-10T13:00:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=143414"},"modified":"2020-03-10T15:00:58","modified_gmt":"2020-03-10T19:00:58","slug":"one-word-bonkers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2020\/03\/10\/one-word-bonkers\/","title":{"rendered":"One Word: Bonkers"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_143439\" style=\"width: 1034px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/img_4735.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-143439\" class=\"wp-image-143439 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/img_4735-1024x495.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"495\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/img_4735-1024x495.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/img_4735-300x145.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/img_4735-768x371.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-143439\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">photo courtesy Harry Dodge<\/p><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>1. I want now to investigate <em>bonkers<\/em> (a word that strikes me as germane to our times), but the word <em>busted<\/em> (also a fine word) keeps popping into my head. Not at all interchangeable, <em>busted<\/em> suggests mechanicity and palpability while <em>bonkers<\/em> seems to indicate something mental and systemic. But they inhabit the same register; both words are punchy (is that a register or a tone?) and both words suggest mitigatability\u2014they\u2019re carrying little hope suitcases. Do you feel that? I wrote the word <em>busted<\/em> the other day to describe birds I saw in a book of photographs, impossibly bent-up birds captured during liftoff, during landing\u2014weird contorted flight surfaces, tangled wings like flat hands, ruddering volte-face, cartoony dustups apparently necessary to occasion real-life avian landings. I like the word <em>busted<\/em>\u2014not shattered, not completely demolished. BUSTED!, as in currently unusable: an ugly leg thrown out of the tub too wounded even to soak. But you know what? I\u2019m a repairman. I\u2019m a research assistant! Give me what is busted and I\u2019ll take a look. Here. See how in the break or the torn area, let\u2019s call it <em>the rupture<\/em>, something truly bent or baffling is sometimes lined with an undeniably fecund matrix, raw lamina where new stuff is now compelled to grow? <!--more--><\/p>\n<p>2. The word <em>bonkers<\/em> entered the dictionary in 1945, accompanied by other newly minted words, such as: <em>A-bomb<\/em>, <em>allomorph<\/em>, <em>antibias<\/em>, <em>blip<\/em>, <em>chugalug<\/em>, <em>extraliterary<\/em>, <em>fissionable<\/em>, <em>gadzookery<\/em>, <em>honcho<\/em>, <em>koan<\/em>, <em>Medal of Freedom<\/em>, <em>mom-and-pop<\/em>, <em>radiomimetic<\/em>, <em>squawk box<\/em>, <em>superorgasm<\/em>, <em>unfazed<\/em>, <em>up-front<\/em>, <em>whing-ding<\/em>, and <em>zingy<\/em>. I know, what a year, right? What a year for crazy words. (That last sentence is absolutely a viable segue to poetics.) <em>Poetics<\/em> is a word I tend to use as synonymous with anything unquantifiable: objects (things, ideas) that defy translation or any kind of re-rendering. Unquantifiable bosh=<em>poetics<\/em>: a license to glittering specificity, something uncategorizable that nonetheless exists. The poetics of bonkers is a tautology. Bonkers is berserk but in weirdly large hunks, big pixels. Bonkers is video noise like hail. Bonkers sounds British. Bonkers is a word used wholly positively only in the context of discussing art. Bonkers has amplitude, gleam\u2014it is not like a puddle, it is not evidentiary of despair, but its use rather indicates (bravado through grim humor?) a reserve of defiance (think: the mouse flipping off the swooping homicidal eagle in the seventies cartoon). As it turns out, bonkers is a refusal of despair! When something is \u201cbonkers\u201d it is <em>unacceptable<\/em> but somehow not lethal to <em>l\u2019esprit de corps<\/em> and thus connotes afterness: life on the other side. An online news-rag the other day published the headline, \u201cFive of the Most BONKERS Arguments from the White House.\u201d Or, maybe it was, \u201cBonkers White House Post-Impeachment Speech Explained.\u201d (I\u2019m doing this from memory, believe it or not.) These rotten logics distend our psyches with an unwelcome pandemonium and now our heads seem strained, about to pop! We\u2019re trying to track it all, we\u2019re making notes! (\u201cwe\u201d as in <em>hobbyist political scientists<\/em>), which distracts from the gathering and crashing wave of criminality and corruption. (Tyranny is built on a manipulation of the fear of uncertainty, aka fear of death.) Bonkers is <em>outside<\/em>, as a rule or at least frequently; which is to say that when the word <em>bonkers<\/em> shows up on the tip of your tongue, from the literary alluvium, chances are you\u2019re referring to the \u201cnot-me.\u201d Something quixotic and vertiginous\u2014and also vaguely humorous\u2014taking place outside your skin. When you say bonkers you\u2019re pointing your finger.<\/p>\n<p>3. In conceiving his philosophically minded taxonomy of games <em>Man, Play and Games<\/em>, Roger Caillois coined several terms, including <em>alea<\/em>, which appertains to games of chance; <em>agon<\/em>, relevant to games of skill; and <em>ilinx<\/em>, which, in Caillois\u2019s cosmology of play, refers to a state of transport: pure vertigo and its related ecstasies. Caillois does not define <em>ilinx<\/em> as an apex state of disarray but\u2014rather simply\u2014<em>happening lostness<\/em>, a temporary disintegration of perception. He writes that games based on the pursuit of vertigo, such as roller coasters, whirling and spinning games, inebriation, et cetera, generate from a common human urge to seek disorientation for its own sake. Players (and who\u2019s not?) attempt to \u201cmomentarily destroy the stability of perception\u201d in order to \u201cinflict a kind of voluptuous panic upon an otherwise lucid mind.\u201d As I see it, and building off Caillois, the pleasure here lies not only in the fleeting (but thorough) deliverance from a perhaps lusterless chronicity but also in the erotics of \u201cwow-this-is-totally-crazy-but-I-got-this\u201d\u2014which is to say: challenge followed by triumph. (Here, stolidly, I\u2019ll interrupt myself in order to point out that I\u2019ve had three people read this brief discursion and exactly none of them agreed that the pleasure of self-induced vertigo is always and necessarily wrapped in the pleasure of finally righting the ship. This series of responses taken en bloc suggests that the strong correlation is peculiar to me alone.) Caillois\u2019s term <em>ludus <\/em>denotes the primitive desire to gather one\u2019s organismic resources in order to settle problems sought for just such a purpose: the joy of solving them. (Though this relationship, <em>ilinx<\/em> to <em>ludus<\/em>, seems at first glance to be inversely proportionate, it is infinitely, open-endedly lush.) By setting obstacles into motion, we (gentle bedlamites) create opportunities to deploy the full or partial set of (too often occulted) skills we already possess (or immediately develop or suddenly expose). The practice of wrestling chaos into order is a kind of amusement: the pleasure of the <em>gusty puzzle <\/em>(my term)\u2014because according to Caillois, not just any puzzle qualifies as <em>ilinx<\/em> (though this seems to me debatable), just the most conceptually or physically turbulent of them. (Video game developers have, by virtue of a surge in resolution, recently developed better ways of producing an experience of vertigo by generating the sensation of high-speed movement\u2014often enhanced by creative effects that are called, um, <em>speed haze<\/em>. The Millennium Falcon\u2019s <em>hyperspace<\/em> is an old version of this.) <em>Ilinx<\/em> is <em>bonkers<\/em> come indoors: inoculation, familiarization, a way to safely entertain chaos.<\/p>\n<p>4. Bonkers is a mad answer, too\u2014<em>obliquus interruptus<\/em>: a clown honking a horn riding a unicycle that caroms through a standoff between protesters and cops (makes laughter happen), or you abruptly put on a wig while hotly debating curfew with your adolescent son. As action or objection, bonkers (different again and suggested here suffused with a mote of gravitas) might be deployed oppositionally\u2014shock and awe response to madness all around. (Or emotional pain.) A battering ram of surreality hauled out for a critical self-defense; you\u2019re busted, say: <em>Crazy? Meet crazy<\/em>. Bonkers is meritorious every now and then, when it answers obliquely those questions asked with hammers, with nails.<\/p>\n<p>5. I appreciated today that I thrill to a challenge (shocker); if I stay in the ring I get to flex (my son says, Weird flex, bro). <em>Thrill<\/em> is the wrong word. I thought just now, \u201c<em>Bonkers Life<\/em>.\u201d And for a split second, I was [sad-face emoji] that I have FORM and FLOW tattooed on my fingers instead of BONKERS LIFE tattooed over my knuckles, thumb, palm, and fingernails.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Harry Dodge is the author, most recently, of<\/em> My Meteorite: Or, Without the Random There Can Be No New Thing<em>.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Something quixotic and vertiginous\u2014and also vaguely humorous\u2014taking place outside your skin. 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