Monday, February 23, 2009
Broke and Baroque
For years he had navigated the mazes of Borges' labyrinthine stories, looking for the meaning of the dream state.
In the dream, he had closed his eyes to imagine a white screen on what appeared to be proto-writing--as you might find in a scattering of old twigs upon the ground, or chicken tracks in an old yard. There would be Y's and A's and even X's. Is this how writing came about? Is this how his consciousness came about? First in the back of your brain, then objectified in natural detrius, and rendered, organized eventually onto stone wall, tile, paper.
Edgar Allan Poe, happy to accommodate any reader as to how he composed The Raven, goes into this process at great length and startling lucidity, Thought- to -object, object to thought. Symbol.
I contain within me the auras of at least nine lovers.
An aura came to me just last night, the first of a series of prototype symbols, the chicken scratch, the twigs, the drawings on a cave wall.
And then letters which spelled the name Patricia and I had the daylights scared out of me.
A final spiritualf goodbye?
Quoth the Raven.............
And you shiver when the wind blows cold.