"In the Composition the Father had the same Way as in his Writings, viz : he suspended his considering Faculty, and putting his Spirit on the Pen, followed its Dictates strictly, also were all the Melodies flown from the Mystery of Singing, that was opened within him, therefore have they that Simplicity, which was required, to raise Edification." Peter Miller, Intro to Conrad Beissel's Ninety Nine Mystical Sentences.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Leaf Meditation Good Friday Rising Early Traveling the Inself Border

The Speech of Corn

Twine a poem about a branch, it will not leaf. Tendrils do not speak. The Inself  gives speech to 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 spoke 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.

 These matter when the content is greater than itself, the words' show something more than mundane. Why else make the effort?  Charles Williams designs the figure of a woman and stretches it over the kingdom of Logres, over all of Europe (see the endpapers of Taliessin Through Logres, Oxford, 1938), like the Cave at Altamira and its bison, except Williams' Europe is Logres, Arthur's kingdom, and did not exist as the bison in the real, or it did and now only remains expressed on the cave wall, as the bison, Williams' Taliesin.

Inself sounds much 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. 

Take the border between image and word.
The verbal is the interior leaf,  
images the internal sense,
the leaf inself of the seen,
the leaf inseen of the self.
We must know the leaf inself  alive. The botanist who presses a leaf  must know the leaf alive, but image and word are incompatible.We cannot deny the inself image in three dimensions even if it lives in four. The truest representation is sculpted. A scientist claims to the artist, "you made the leaf, but I discovered it," but the sculptor replies, "you made it too, described it, plucked it, preserved it in glue. It is a construct of your mind and mine." Of course neither one them did, so neither travel to that country.

Can  word be both text and the image,  graffiti over-top? The image cries out to the Branch to be spoken. Word longs to be seen. Fraktur text and image twine. Concrete poems, vispo pretend  paper and type. Blake illustrates. 

 The Cover

So the Inself concedes the out as leaf, or in human terms, a mask, a covering for what exists but cannot be seen. It can't be seen because it is, thought which does not exist in language, but in image. QED? 
Walking one side of this border, up against it, cross immediately the other side. 

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