{"id":15696,"date":"2018-01-04T09:21:08","date_gmt":"2018-01-04T13:21:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/?p=15696"},"modified":"2018-01-04T09:21:08","modified_gmt":"2018-01-04T13:21:08","slug":"two-texts-by-clayton-eshleman-2-orphic-ontologies-ii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/two-texts-by-clayton-eshleman-2-orphic-ontologies-ii\/","title":{"rendered":"Two Texts by Clayton Eshleman: (2) Orphic Ontologies II"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Orphic Ontologies II<\/strong><\/h2>\n

The essence of human power:
\naccess to the cosmos from the heavens down to
\nearth & into the Cro-Magnon underworld<\/p>\n

Charles Olson on Wallace Stevens. to Creeley, May 5, 1952: \u201cFor the lie in Stevens, however much
\nthe pleasure in the play of words, is his language, that, it is without rhythm because it is without passion
\nwhich is person (not personae, <\/i>that further divide against mass).\u201d<\/p>\n

To Creeley, May 6, 1952: \u201cWe both had a sudden excitement, just now talking, when it turns out (it was
\nthat fucking Stevens who had provoked it by some line about poetry to undo dirt) O that dirty Crispin of
\nhis\u2014dirtier than Prufrock): those who keep themselves away from life (again protecting a\u2014the
\n\u2014pudenda) that Con said
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I don\u2019t feel any dirt
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And Christ I loved her, for, there ain\u2019t none, and those who have it, who have this thing of original sin hung around their cocks like a\u00a0 dead albatross, are of another tribe, a tribe of sin not at all of the\u00a0 tribe of men
\nAnd it struck us both just then what what makes communication with you so open is, that you have none of this shit in you: you are free of that.\u201d<\/p>\n

In the beginning was drawing, line on stone or bone,
\nconsciousness united with its own perceptions: womb of the creative!
\nA totally metaphoric world, no difference between subject & object.
\nDream holes: anywhere but nowhere in particular.<\/p>\n

James Hillman: \u201cThe most distressing images in dreams and fantasies, those we shy from for their disgusting distortion and perversion, are precisely the ones that break the allegorical frame of what we think we know about this person or that, this trait of ourselves or that. The \u2018worst\u2019 images are thus the best, for these are the ones that restore a figure to its pristine power as a numinous person at work in the soul.\u201d<\/p>\n

Think of this page as a phare on night\u2019s alabaster dives & cornucopian emptiness, cross-wired to the
\nochre of farraginous dreams.<\/p>\n

One\u2019s place is an expanding lesion in ancestral fog. Ultimately I am, sitting here, a ghost figure crouched
\nbefore a cave wall 20,000 years ago.<\/p>\n

Pregnant abyss of the enigma of male birthing. Non-existent gestation\u2014egg fertile only with the maggot
\nof self.<\/p>\n

Is our war on animals a planetary cannibalization brought about by self eating self to reach non-
\nexistence in a masque put on by hydrogen mountains & sulfur assassins?<\/p>\n

The salmagundi of \u201cnow\u201d & \u201cforever\u201d is the crucible that contains the frailty of eternity.<\/p>\n

James Hillman: \u201cImages are the compelling source of morality and religion as well as the
\nconscientiousness of art.\u201d\u00a0 Show this to Gary Snyder [See the Winter 1996 Paris Review<\/i> Snyder Interview].<\/p>\n

The writhing of precision as it meets time.<\/p>\n

Perception is the handmaiden of imagination.<\/p>\n

Cornucopia of the sunshine forest with its anteater molecules,
\na Reich bion lurking in each word
\nwhose apogee is cratered with emptied hives.<\/p>\n

Sun as a circumference concentrate.<\/p>\n

It is not enough to represent, to re-
\npresent, the present as leftovers.
\nWarmed up past is forever<\/i> at our heels.<\/p>\n

The analphabetic, orthochromatic, anti-nature of the mind when freed of cauliflower containment.<\/p>\n

Alive to the dead end in every observational move.<\/p>\n

At the corner of Bukowski & Ashbery a groin helmeted with bridal choirs.<\/p>\n

Fingering the pluck of plumeless existence ripe with skinned heads.<\/p>\n

A Mayan anaconda coils below Arcadia\u2019s latent still.<\/p>\n

A stratigraphic sequence reveals its ember-work, its furnace forum always underway. It rests in a floral
\nnest, a leaden, still hissing egg.<\/p>\n

James Hillman: \u201cWe have to tie terrorism to its roots in our religious consciousness. A terrorist
\nis the product of our education that says that fantasy is not real, that says aesthetics is just for artists, that says
\nsoul is only for priests, imagination is trivial or dangerous and for crazies, and that reality, what we must
\nadapt to, is the external world and that world is dead. A terrorist is a result of this whole long process of
\nwiping out the psyche.\u201d<\/p>\n

Charred girders call out to us. Screeens of a stirring.
\nParasites in sponge-like textures. Afterlife of the gone.<\/p>\n

Yet Poussin\u2019s satyr-scape is no more.
\nThe anointing of the dead Adonis. No more.
\nPan\u2019s shadow as leafy quilts. Psychic clouds boiling westward. No more.
\nBlind Orion searching for the risen sun. No more.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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