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Oct. 20th, 2010 02:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
proximoceptionHadn't noticed till recently that the child's drawing in Bishop's Sestina is similar to that game Crowley uses in Love and Sleep and that I tried out myself a few years ago:
http://proximoception.livejournal.com/133459.html
Perhaps a variation on Crowley's cup and key - or some original he gnosticized? Something like, "Picture a house. Now picture a path to the house. Now picture a man. [...] That's where you came from; that's what your life will be like; that's how it'll feel." I could never convince my thesis advisors how bleak Bishop is. Loveliest possible bleakness. She must have found it lovely too, or striven to find angles from which to. I think they must have thought I meant despairing? That's something different. That's an absence of hope you spray on people.
"As if the story of a house were told or ever could be." Houses that don't quite exist and don't quite not are central in Crowley, Bishop, Stevens, Frost, Robinson, Thoreau. Whitman, by negation - a carpenter taking the wall down. Must be part of that American thing, that solitude. Former American thing? Pre-cellphone & internet? This mania for full disclosure, which I'd say has done a lot of undeniable good as well as undeniable stupid, might only be possible in the wake of a long, consuming solitariness.
But when people talk about America they usually just mean the world. Sometimes it's chauvinism and sometimes it's a polite hesitancy. "Perhaps they order these things differently in China..." Probably not.
http://proximoception.livejournal.com/133459.html
Perhaps a variation on Crowley's cup and key - or some original he gnosticized? Something like, "Picture a house. Now picture a path to the house. Now picture a man. [...] That's where you came from; that's what your life will be like; that's how it'll feel." I could never convince my thesis advisors how bleak Bishop is. Loveliest possible bleakness. She must have found it lovely too, or striven to find angles from which to. I think they must have thought I meant despairing? That's something different. That's an absence of hope you spray on people.
"As if the story of a house were told or ever could be." Houses that don't quite exist and don't quite not are central in Crowley, Bishop, Stevens, Frost, Robinson, Thoreau. Whitman, by negation - a carpenter taking the wall down. Must be part of that American thing, that solitude. Former American thing? Pre-cellphone & internet? This mania for full disclosure, which I'd say has done a lot of undeniable good as well as undeniable stupid, might only be possible in the wake of a long, consuming solitariness.
But when people talk about America they usually just mean the world. Sometimes it's chauvinism and sometimes it's a polite hesitancy. "Perhaps they order these things differently in China..." Probably not.
