“I want to be happy.”
I want/ this is a grasping
to be/ this isn’t now
happy/ this is process disguised as an outcome
This is the experience of
what is as it is even when This Is is what is presently absent
and that’s the irony
presently absent/ a hole in the fabric of what is my emotional skin
hole/ is “W” gone rogue
whereas the fabric of my personal tapestry
strands I weave
1st the blue thread
2nd the red
next is shadow, sage, copper, ivory, lemon, lime, apricot, amber, platinum, silver, salmon, chartreuse, vermillion, ochre, teal, amaranth, lavender, spruce, ruby and cerulean
presently this is/ a shift of awareness
Between Voice and Thought, between Thought and Voice, between Presence and Absence, oscillates the poetic pendulum.
“I introduce here a slight observation which I shall call ‘philosophical,’ meaning simply that we could do without it.
Our poetic pendulum travels from our sensation toward some idea or some sentiment, and returns toward some memory of the sensation and toward the potential act which could reproduce the sensation. Now, whatever is sensation is essentially present. There is no other definition of the present except sensation itself, which includes, perhaps, the impulse to action that would modify that sensation. On the other hand, whatever is properly thought, image, sentiment, is always, in someway, a production of absent things. Memory is the substance of all thought. Anticipation and its gropings, desire, planning, the projection of our hopes, of our fears, are the main interior activity of our being.
Thought is, in short, the activity which causes what does not exist to come alive in us, lending to it, whether we will or no, our present powers, making us take the part for the whole, the image for reality, and giving us the illusion of seeing, acting, suffering, and possessing independently of our dear old body”
~ The Art of Poetry, Paul Valéry
It’s the closing line beneath the line that caught my attention: “only differently coordinated and aroused.” As statements go, it’s a mouthful. Like the perfect Crème brûlée, all hot cream and egg yoke jiggling just beneath its crisp of caramelized sugar. It’s also a poetic reminder that as human beings our bodies and thoughts, our experience, responds and reflects Intent and Purpose.
I can experience the gratification of dance even while it appears that I’m simply walking.
From ‘Poetry and Abstract Thought,’ Paul Valéry: An Anthology
“Walking, like prose, has a definite aim. It is an act directed at something we wish to reach. Actual circumstances, such as the need for some object, the impulse of my desire, the state of my body, my sight, the terrain, etc. which order the manner of walking, prescribe its direction and its speed, and give it a definite end. All the characteristics of walking derive from these instantaneous conditions, which combine in a novel way each time. There are no movements in walking that are not special adaptations, but, each time, they are abolished and, as it were, absorbed by the accomplishment of the act, by the attainment of the goal.
The dance is quite another mater. It is, of course, a system of actions; but of actions whose end is in themselves. It goes nowhere. If it pursues an object, it is only an ideal object, a state, an enchantment, the phantom of a flower, an extreme of life, a smile — which forms at last on the face of the one who summoned it from empty space.
It is therefore not a question of carrying out a limited operation whose end is situated somewhere in our surroundings, but rather of creating, maintaining, and exalting a certain state, by a periodic movement that can be executed on the spot; a movement which is almost entirely dissociated from sight, but which is simulated and regulated by auditive rhythms.
But please note this very simple observation, that however different the dance may be from walking and utilitarian movements, it uses the same organs, the same bones, the same muscles, only differently coordinated and aroused.”
It is said: “Each archetype moves us through duality into paradox,” a movement through polarity that opens and affirms each wealth of contradiction.
Something like quantum particles that can occupy different space simulataneously, I thought; only, “There isn’t any wave particle duality because an electron isn’t a particle and it isn’t a wave. Instead it’s an excitation in a quantum field. The electron field can interact in ways that look like a particle and it can interact in ways that look like a wave, but that doesn’t mean it is a particle or is a wave.”
What Is becomes What-Is-at-a-Given-Time-&-(particular)-Context.
From Sol LeWitt: 100 Views
“Everyone gets into their own box and enunciates principles,” LeWitt said in an interview in 2003. “You have your own constraints and your own structure … and then you realize that what you’re saying is ‘I can do this, but I can’t do that.’ And then at some point you say, ‘Well, why not?’ … ‘Every wall is a door.’ “
I read that quote and found myself asking: “What does it mean; how is every wall like a door?” Considering the image accompanying the quote, I roused this answer: Art is an expression of life, and my valuation of each (art & life) represents an experience, a perception that I place into the world. This process of perceiving is a form of interrelatedness, an alchemic intimacy that transforms “this is” into “this is that to me.“
What I love about this idea is that what is mine, my perceptions, my experience, is all mine. I feel empowered. What I create and place into the world, be that art, an opinion, a kind word, a judgment, each decision is mine to shape. And the more aware I am of the subtleties, the better able I am to influence my own processes.
I find that when I recognize my own reflection in each stream of consciousness, I can relax into the process and enjoy the flow. It’s buoyant, and the water’s warm.
It also gets easier with practice.
“It seemed like a wall at first, then like a room, and, eventually, a magnificent architecture of ideas.”
Welcome to my world, traveler.
Here, this page where you have landed, this is the entry point to my public exploration of All Things Thought and Perception related. If you, like me, find yourself inspired by the process of learning & discovery…then we’re both precisely where we’re supposed to be:
Right Place; Right Time; Right Now