The Way into the Flowering Heart
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ATTIC OR BASEMENT
Path to the Pond
Say that folk art farmers are minnows in pools of market lakes and ponds, a minnow genera leading the soul that lacks the hubris gene, unknown because it wants to be, that hides in a fellow's home. There we seek the bigger thing, the unconscious brought to light, truest beauty of love, and follow this path to the pond. Among remnants is a voice.
They hide their riches in plain sight. Not everybody calls them riches. Not everybody calls them plain, black suits and dresses, black and white caps. The image is prim if the dresses are not, stored in attics, basements, heads. Late in life old men queue to spend time in attic or basement, but who can decide? The wood stove with the old claw foot table was down with Harvey Mack's white cabinet, a banker who drove an ambulance and worked in reconstruction France, remained a carpenter the rest of his life. Jake's rough brown finished cabinet was down with the wood handled tools. The wood stove’s cookware was in the attic though, along with a childhood rocker in perfect condition, trunks on metal rollers, wardrobes and pottery that wouldn’t fit the above. They weren’t to be handled or named, the doll ensembles, patchwork quilts or the Mennonite dress of a slender girl, even you were an antiquarian. These artifacts collected themselves. One didn’t want to be worldly. Back up the truck with inscribed German books, linens of Pennsylvania folk aesthetic and a way of life.
The Pond
Ancestry in the present looks back and down and squints at facts, motivations, half lights and grays But the elder looks forward and up, is nearly blind, wonders why they just don’t shut up. Looking down is one thing, but from below, reversed, looking up, brightness, clarity, color hurt the folk eye against the blue. It really only matters to the present, the one alive to plumb. That said, from sky down, folk appear reluctant to admit delight, couch desire for beauty and art almost contraire affirming a love they shun. The iron coat removed at night is decorated beneath. Apologies to the free artist pursuing it, doubt is no defense.
Crabs scuttle sideways, fish dart from rocks, loud noises, assumptions, keep the body under, but come up in habits of dress, submission to rigor in the sun. Can deep contain sky? Couldn't they have patched it up / Made compromises like we all must do? It's an old story. Provoked by audacity to doubt the light, from above they hide their glory. A seabed skilled at redirecting light hides in hand painted china, clothes in handmade dressers, canning jars, as though resigned, but these were their struggles to come ashore. This quietude of sea, its undertow, hid the intensity of a child. Wait a half century, you will understand.
Reserve overlays a spontaneity of heart, seeing and not saying, “here’s the tale, you won’t remember it,” survival technique for people who lived in the community of centuries. Mortality was quick, lives sudden. Families lost children, skin cracked and body became a dowage. Beauty walked this way and hid as best she could, but with no aids to forget.
The Pond Is the Sea
Reversal of viewpoints repeats in every genome. Soul comes up from sea to live on land, recedes to origins.
We look at the lives that preceded ours but they are not our own. We too rise from the sea, and sink back down, view ourselves ascend but go into life submerged.
Coming out, hyperbole develops. Lines increase with contexts, then reverse, converge to a focus that generations had a purpose to reveal, which could be named and attitudes repeated, but best not tell. Let details, artifacts, contexts speak. Let each generation name its history. The name is the same.
Each one views the positive, but present and past are opposed. The modern predicated on the past takes freedom and rights for granted, knows nothing else, but forebears struggled, sacrificed to produce this grant.
The debt of gratitude with the present tempts to fault fathers and mothers for not being like themselves.
They are not like us. We would not be us without them.
Saturday, August 4, 2018
10. Mystical Heart Diagrams of Paul Kaym

The mystical heart diagrams of Paul Kaym
http://www.jacobboehmeonline.com/paul_kaym
@ Levity
The Helleleuchtender Hertzens-Spiegel, (A Bright, Shining Heart-Mirror), Amsterdam and Gdansk,
Heinrich Betkius,1680, a visual interpretation of John Tauler, in the form of sixteen copper-plate engravings. is thought have been been compiled and edited by
Paul Kaym from writings of Abraham von Franckenberg . The title page
indicates that it written on the doctrine of Johannes Tauler (an "illuminated" 14th century
German mystic), but it takes much from the mystical Jakob Boehme. Kaym had written to Boehme in 1620 asking him about
the 'end of time', and was answered in letters 8 and 11 of Boehme's,
later published, Epistles. (numbers 4 and 5 in
Collection 1 of THE EPISTLES OF JACOB BOEHME) which Kaym published as OF THE END TIMES.
The Mystical Heart Diagrams of Paul Kaym @ Jacob boehme online
Brightly illuminating Hertzens mirror: by means of a threefold presentation ..., I. The Erknnnis, II. The exercise, and then III. The secret of true godliness, that is, the whole act, Krafft and Hertzens theologia ... with highly valuable Kupffer figures ..., including a short-fisted yet complete prayer booklet, or devotional spear
by Wehrd, N. of ; Tauler, Johannes, ca. 1300-1361Reference:
Divine Diagrams: The Manuscripts and Drawings of Paul Lautensack (1477/78-1558). Berthold Kress


Monday, March 19, 2012
Norwegian Dower Chest, 1889
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| A hand made painted and rosemaled decorated Norwegian immigrant dower chest inscribed with the name Magdeli Jahns dr [dotter] Laupsa 1889. |

To Display this chest the last day of the old year ending, the new year beginning, both chest and year represent a way of life that you may think no longer exists, but it does, and is chronicled here, close on the heels of present virtuality. An app where speech itself is superseded and thought is made into text. However, since you don't know what you think until you speak, the mind is essentially inchoate in communicating with its physical vessel without the medium of speech, and must make simple its multifarious instructions to communicate with the physical--that is the purpose to illustrate how this happens in the speech and writing and writing of this chest. Some pains are taken to explain this in Language In Voices Out and The Alien Voice.
It seems this chest was made for the young woman Magdeli to come to America, if only because that is where it ended up, in Prescott, Arizona, at an auction with the effects of an old family. It had another box on top as it rested on the auction floor. We removed this and stood guard to prevent any further scratches. It is painted a blue swirl
on the inside top and till, and down two thirds toward the bottom. Two folio sized pages of writing were folded up inside the till. The writing was in ink, in a flowing assured hand on a sturdy ruled tablet paper. I scanned it at the time and it seemed a meditation upon a wedding, hence, a dower chest, but it celebrates a dower for the Wedding of Christ and the church. The writing references King Solomon, but with such poetic speaking as if it were written by Donne with the assurance of Blake. The writing of the decorated outside is Norwegian, but this written proclamation is in British, as is clear from its spellings. No results yet for the author, but a number of efforts were tried.
For anybody who loves Pennsylvania chests, this chest and its decoration offer contrasts and similarities of several kinds. It feels as if it was hand made by her father from thick barn wood. The bottoms boards have shrunk. It is held by irregularly spaced dovetails and black iron hasps, hinges and lock. The front is rosemaled, the background and the whole painted brown, and looks as if the front were varnished. It is painted black below and above the center hasp in front and up the sides to mimic the ironwork.Eph 5- 15-21 Matt 22. 1-14 “Come behold King Solomon, with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, in the day of the rejoicing of his heart.”
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After bidding for the chest we found the marriage troth handwritten in the till:
“Come
behold King Solomon, with the crown wherewith his mother crowned
him in the day of his espousals, in the day of the rejoicing of his heart.” Chests of old wood, fraktur, rosemaling, folk arts are as extinct to us as electricity soon enough. The new chair of the Joint Chiefs, Martin Dempsey, worries that the lack of redundancy in the internet puts all our social-technical systems at risk. Redundancy means here also that books, chests, linens, crafts, even writing itself, all things done by hand, set aside by the virtual machine invention will incapacitate society in their loss, for there is an app where typing is superseded and speech is automatically translated to text. This results in much loss of mental clarity and depth, for syntactic relations make new pathways in the brain that establish cognitive grasp.
Comparisons to follow in the manufacture of brain pathways Faulkner's sentences produce great mental strength in those who read them.
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Tuesday, August 23, 2011
2. Way Into The Flowering Heart
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| This is the same double day lily that grew in Anna's garden in Media but which Elizabeth revealed came originally from Uncle George's farm in Worcester, home of the Schwenkfelder emphasis on inner spirituality over outward form. They brought saffron to America and declined amalgamation with the United Church that swallowed most of the other pietistic groups. Their pastors were chosen by lot from the congregation like Mennonites. Several of Uncle George Reiff's daughters, Katie, Lena and Susie, were members. |
A lily is the centerpiece of this imagination that transfers Christ and His redemption to nature. Perhaps the likeness is more than symbolic. Among architectures of furnished rooms and philosophies of hymns, gardens and kitchens, this sacrament is the inner garment of earth.
The inward care of earth, the great poem of earth that remains to be written, Wallace Stevens says in The Necessary Angel), finds its unspoken search of the devotional attitude flowering in Johann Arndt's Paradies Gartlein, the book that would not burn (Sachse, German Sectarians, I, 245, and in Gerhard Tersteegen's Spiritual Flower Garden of the Inner Soul (Geistliches Blumen-Gärtlein inniger Seelen, 1729, Germantown 1747), which was also sung. So if it is said that “Pennsylvania German folk art is basically spiritual in concept and its motifs and designs are non-representational expressions of traditional Christian imagery” (Stoudt, vii), there is some likeness here with theologian Cornelius van Til calling it a Christian earth along with a Christian moon and sun. Citing Stoudt in defense of the lily is a little like taking Wallace Stevens as he is, a Pennsylvania Dutchman, for we delight to equivocate Dutch men. Stoudt says that when the underlying faith of this people was lost, so was its art. Wallace Stevens also changed from a Berks County farmer to a poetry sophisticate.
If you're of this folk you will be feeling better when you understand that before its elaboration in the writing of Boehme and in Pennsylvania's Ephrata Cloister the lily in the hymns and gardens is an image from the Song of Songs . This inner garden of the larger medieval setting of the terrestrial paradise, of the German Minnesong and baroque German religious poets (Stoudt, 56), Bernard of Clairvaux and even more obscure Dionysian Neoplatonists, contemplated the lily much as did the English metaphysical poets. Hymnists and poets “escaped to illuminated writings, to the decorated chest, and to pottery” (Stoudt, 92). So a four fold progression accounts the Bible, Boehme, hymns and folk art.
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This flower was to the soil what the human was to the animal, except that man was also a plant. For Boehme the image of God in man in the earth emerged as if from a plant: "For those who are a growth of such a kind, and are shooting forth into the fair lily in the kingdom of God and are in process of birth, have we written this book” (Jacob Boehme, Six Theosophic Points, 4). So "he will blossom like a lily" (Hosea 14.5) making a paradise where none was before. This imaging of the man as a plant overcame the notion that nature was tainted with the human. As all creation groans and travails for its redemption, the man is both its fall and its rise.
A flowering heart would connote a flowering mind much as the mystical heart diagrams of Paul Kaym, Helleleuchtender Hertzens-Spiegel (1680) give as a series of heart-head images engraved by Nicolaus Häublin, who illustrated the works of Boehme. Many works of alchemy find comfort in Boehme, who exchanged letters with Kaym whose16 engravings showing how the heart is attacked, receiving light waves from the sun and moon, as in letters 8 and 11 of Boehme's, later published,
Epistles. Paul Kaym had written to Boehme in 1620 asking him about the
'end of time', and was so answered. Kaym also wrote commentaries on the Song of Songs
and the Book of Revelation. That these are
concomitant awith alchemical texts or other mystical Boehme letters is irrelevant to the fact an air clogged with unseen spiritual beings. The study of alchemical texts cannot produce such
life altering effects, it rather defeats them, since the person is bogged in rituals and sacrifices that only embroiled them further in darkness, as witnessed by the brows of patrons at S. Weiser books. Why do the rich and the
royal families seek alchemy then, if it’s only for profit? Because they have no
other means of life.
The lily as an image of nature's redemption, is not however drawn strictly as a botanical lily. This Lily is unknown, a stylized “use of natural events and objects to describe spiritual conditions." Stoudt said that such collective images underlay the life of the Pennsylvania Dutch in hymns, flowers, pottery and linens and “produced an American decorative art which, with few minor exceptions, is the only indigenous art of its kind in our land” (3).
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| Detail, silver napkin ring Berks County c. 1880 |
Friday, April 22, 2011
6. The Inself Border. Good Friday Riding Westward. Leaf Meditation.
The Branch cries out to the image seen and the word spoken and the word longs to be seen. Fraktur text and image twine these together, Concrete poems, vispo pretend to do it on paper and type. Blake illustrates. We must know the leaf inself alive. The botanist who presses a leaf must know the leaf alive, but image and word are incompatible.Twine a poem about a branch,
it will not leaf.
Tendrils do not speak.
The Inself speaks the plant.
What is the speech of corn?
What says aloe? Every thing has breath. Plants breathe light. THOSE WHO LOOK TO HIM ARE RADIANT. I will consider in my dwelling place like a clear heat upon herbs, a cloud of dew in the midst of harvest.
At Altamira many millennia of horses and bulls had no words, but rhythm and color. They had no language, nothing written the stones cry. Breuil says art was an extension of hunt, the worship of life, a celebration.
Inself sounds like Inscape. A true statement about Hopkins is that "seen from one point of view Hopkins' work is some dozen nearly perfect lyrics. Seen from another perspective it is a heterogeneous collection of documents...but within this seemingly chaotic mass we can detect a certain persistent structure." J. Hillis Miller. This describes life on the borders.
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