"Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood"
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Miller turns “confusion” from a diagnosis into an accusation. The line has the clean bite of a reframe: what we call chaos may be structure, just not structure that flatters our current categories. By labeling confusion “a word we have invented,” he yanks the feeling out of the world and pins it to language - to the mind’s need to domesticate experience. It’s a small act of demystification with a big implication: the problem isn’t reality’s messiness, it’s our impatience with realities that refuse our preferred maps.
The subtext is pure Miller: modern life isn’t simply disorienting; it’s disorienting to people trained to expect legibility, productivity, and moral accounting. “Order which is not understood” suggests there is always an underlying pattern, even if it’s crude, irrational, bodily, erotic, or contradictory - all the stuff Miller refused to tidy up. He’s also taking a swing at respectability’s fetish for clarity. If you can declare something “confusing,” you get to dismiss it, postpone it, or pathologize it. Calling it “order” forces you to stay in the room.
Context matters: Miller wrote from the churn of early-20th-century upheaval and his own deliberate break with conventional narrative and conventional living. The sentence doubles as an aesthetic defense of his work. If his books feel “confusing,” maybe that’s because they’re organized around a different center: sensation, drift, obsession, the private logic of a mind refusing to behave. In that sense, it’s not an excuse; it’s a dare to widen the reader’s tolerance for unfamiliar systems.
The subtext is pure Miller: modern life isn’t simply disorienting; it’s disorienting to people trained to expect legibility, productivity, and moral accounting. “Order which is not understood” suggests there is always an underlying pattern, even if it’s crude, irrational, bodily, erotic, or contradictory - all the stuff Miller refused to tidy up. He’s also taking a swing at respectability’s fetish for clarity. If you can declare something “confusing,” you get to dismiss it, postpone it, or pathologize it. Calling it “order” forces you to stay in the room.
Context matters: Miller wrote from the churn of early-20th-century upheaval and his own deliberate break with conventional narrative and conventional living. The sentence doubles as an aesthetic defense of his work. If his books feel “confusing,” maybe that’s because they’re organized around a different center: sensation, drift, obsession, the private logic of a mind refusing to behave. In that sense, it’s not an excuse; it’s a dare to widen the reader’s tolerance for unfamiliar systems.
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