music featuring harold
morning after flaming stars
Another sun after sleep. After dark dreams of flaming stars
and laughing moons. Too soon the dawn. Likewise, too soon the night.
Too soon the end of each and every thing just at the perfect moment.
Each and all in every place in perfect motion becoming time.
Being Time. Time is change. Being is change. Being is
becoming. Becoming encompasses birth and death. Joy of life and joy
in the face of death.
We linguistic animals labeling life. The poet's job is to
rearrange the labels, to make strange, to reveal in the mystery in
song, to dance with words.
Here on a bluff looking out over miles of beach and an infinite
ocean. Why hurry? The waves will continue as will the sun and the
earth's rotation. At least for time being. At least as far as we can
see. And we do see far, even to the end and to the beginning. So far
that our place is indeed a miracle of prodigious chance. So much
chance in the brimming universe that our private miracle is common.
Hold it precious and light.
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The Oregon Coast
At a beach on the Oregon coast facing the Pacific, the setting
sun, the North American continent behind. Few people, never-ending
waves. The swirl of two spent waves mixing on the wet sloping sand.
More waves rise and fall and mix their final motion on seemingly solid
sand.
The sun, above the sand, the waves, the ocean, stuck in eyes. The
attraction of the day's last light drawing out, toward the sea while
the danger of looking leaves its afterimage long in memory. Yellow
turning orange as it lowers. Red at the back of closed eyelids.
The swirling red and the swirling sand lose their edges as we move
towards night, the lack of light. Not there yet. Far out over the
sea it still hangs there burning through low clouds. Burning through
blue. Speaking with white wide waves wherever sun's sound simmers
and dims and returns again seeming to say forever.
The spray coming off the leading edge of cresting waves
scatters the last rays into the air as if to continue to illuminate
the world with drops of light.
More color as it goes. Orange, purple, white, blue. The sun
setting, the earth turning, rotation as time. Straight up an almost
half moon with Jupiter? splitting the distance to the now set sun.
Turning, walking back over footprints towards a thought, or
perhaps just a breath in the ocean air in the gathering dark that
still sings the wave's song even though soon, nothing to see but
sound.
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Language + Security = God
Language is logic + desire for security = the security of
reason (e.g., God). But, reaching back (genealogy) before language,
before humans, we see the long reign of dinosaurs (far longer than
current humans - our current reign) gone in an instant. Now we know,
via the language of probabilities, we too may be gone in an instant.
A throw of dice (and laughter) is a better metaphor for the mystery
and miracle of life.
One keeps coming back to Poetry - trolling the depths of
language for the essence of thought - of life - while trying to avoid
being snared in grammar (e.g., reason). Poetry starts and ends in
silence.
Music and dance are more apt ways to be. But we need poetry to
remind us of the limitations of language - to keep us from taking
language too seriously
the ticking clock
her breathing next to me
breakfast being prepared in the unit next door
sound of cars passing by
a waking moment before falling back asleep
Falling - why falling? To sleep is to trust you'll be caught -
you'll be caught by... (why give it a word?). You'll be caught by the
mystery (see how poetry keeps coming back to silence).
Sure, I'd like to get some more rest, but I don't want to miss
a moment of it, there's so much going on.
Footsteps on the pavement outside the door. The clock still
ticking towards an infinite dawn. The coming day depends on all that
has ever happened. Now I may sleep
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Mystical Linguistics
Finishing Umberto Eco's Serendipities - Language and Lunacy.
"If language must be considered the only way to enter into a rapport
with the Sacred, then every etymology must be "good"; in every
metaphor, even the most banal, there should shine a truth. If
language is seen as a natural revelation of Truth, then nothing in
language should be wrong - even monsters should show the power of God."
Many have tried "to prove that it is no longer a language's autonomy
but rather the existence of an original and divine force, the Word,
that becomes the source of every language." Adam, the original Name
Giver, tapped into this source.
But we must admit that "languages are a historical-cultural
phenomenon, that they grow without an order decided by a supernatural
will, and that they gradually arrive at their stability through
borrowing (deliberate or unconscious), poetic inventions, conventional
whims and 'iconic' attempts."
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B/E - difference and identity
diffentity
differentity
I prefer the latter.
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P/E & B/E - dictionary & encyclopedia
P/E, the Poet's Apprentice: a dictionary of
words tracing back to proto-Indo-European; a tool to rewrite text.
Datlet: a storage, linking, equalizing, contrasting,
presentation mechanism. For differentity.
B/E, the Book of Everything: an impossible
dream - what I think, read and do in datlet form to compare and
contrast and discover connections.
P/E & B/E: related to attempts to construct perfect
linguistic systems, but, laughing at this unrealizable goal, used to
produce texts "endowed with some poetic virtue or visionary force."
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a universe without sentient beings
Imagine a universe without sentient beings - where the sun's
flame would serve no purpose save to burn.
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Umberto Eco's search for the perfect language
The rediscovery of either a primordial generative grammar or a
mother tongue (e.g., Hebrew, Chinese, Indo-European). Primigenial
language had: a historical validity (to rediscover the language before
the confusion of Babel); a semantic validity (a language with a
natural relationship between words and things); and a revelatory value
(in speaking it one would recognize the nature of the named reality -
like Adam).
The search for a perfect language derived from a sort of
neurotic uneasiness, because people would like to find in words and
expression of the way the world works, and they are regularly
confused.
Attempting to demonstrate that a relationship exists between
words and the essence of things indicates the toughness of a dream -
an irrepressible need to have some contact with Being.
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Umberto Eco's Language of Adam
Continuing on to the second essay in Umberto Eco's Serendipities - Language and Lunacy he speaks of dreams of
restoring the language of Adam.
The blasphemy of Babel results in the Babel disaster -
- a wound inflicted upon mankind that might, in some way, be
healed.
Dante most likely believed that, in naming the animals, rather
than speaking, Adam was laying down the rules of language, that Adam's
language had a primordial affinity between words and objects, that the
principles which permitted the creation of languages capable of
reflecting the true essence of things, languages in which the
essential mode of things were identical with how they are signified,
disappeared at Babel.
Dante, aware that a natural language can be enriched through
the creativity of single individuals, aimed to create the language of
Adam in which to write his poetry. His goal was to discover the rules
of language layed down by Adam and use those rules to create a
contemporary language which might heal the wound of Babel.
(Note: the Bible clearly states that God brought before Adam
all the beasts of the field and all the fowl of the air. What about
fish?)
(Note: Genesis 10 speaks of the dispersal of the sons of Noah
after the Flood resulting in "the isles of the Gentiles divided in
their lands; every one after his tongue, ..." - before Babel - suggesting that the original Hebrew spoken by Adam was
already lost after Noah.)
(Note: Greeks and Romans identified the structures of their
languages with reason (e.g., Aristotle constructed his list of
categories by setting out from the structures of Greek grammar).
Nevertheless, the Greek culture continued to think of a universality
of the Logos beyond the difference between various
languages.)
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Umberto Eco's The Force of the False
I'm reading the first essay in Umberto Eco's Serendipities - Language and Lunacy. He notes that we still
speak Ptolemaically (e.g., the sun "rises" and "sets") and that we
need conspiracy theories. Citing Karl Popper he says, "the social
theory of conspiracy is a consequence of the end of God as a reference
point and of the consequent question, Who is there in his place? This
place is now occupied by various men and powerful sinister groups that
can be blamed for having organized the Great Depression and all the
evils we suffer. Plots and conspiracies are used to explain the
failure of our own actions."
He continues, "Tales, true of false, are always persuasive.
Narratives explain something that was otherwise hard to understand.
They seem more plausible than everyday or historical reality, which is
far more complex and less credible.
"There exists a process of verification that is based on slow,
collective, public performance by what Charles Sanders Peirce call
`the Community.'
"Recognizing that our history has been inspired by many tales
we now recognize as false should make us alert, ready to call
constantly into question the very tales we believe true. The
cultivated person's first duty is to be always prepared to rewrite the
encyclopedia."
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