Pastoral

[Thunderembargo]

Pastoral


A world without language, without context,                               
Without hidden messages, meanings too complex,
A world of pure creation: a countryside
Ready for harvest, a clasping hand                                        only the land, perhaps, speaks it s own language

Thrust out of fear and fire, out of darkness and delight
(Abstractions from the past, cliched metaphors)                    all cliche should be burnt to the ground, not as a stack of books, but as a stack of paper-clips
Time and space contracting to exclude memory,
To exclude anxiety: to include only creation.                         this reminds me of kantian pre(as opposed to post)modernism----the role of SYNTHESIS in his Categorical Critique/Imperative

Only the archetypal details shall remain relevant                           again; the post-modernist sees structure, or the tearing down of structure as the only relevant creative reference
Not as archetypes (for there shall be no arche) but as subjects
In and of themselves, hypostases within one and without one,        hypostases::most def. a 10 Trillion dollar Word
All communication as pure thought, pure feeling, pure action,

Points blossoming into lines, your red hair and my rough chin
Wordlessly crying out, "Genetheto phos!"

I find this poem earth-shattering, disruptive and, ironically- memorable, yet exceedingly relevant to the very moment, only the horizon ahead and in view, and abvolutely nothing of concern or anxiety producing thoughts and memories behind------------WITH WARP-DRIVE ARE THERE ANY REAR-VIEW MIRRORS