No memory exists of
Plunging into the oceanic realm, that
Infinity of drifting, of eternity's flow.
Volumes
Deepened continually deep beneath my
Ego-absent point-self,
Center and wellspring of an infinite
Unfolding creation and creativity where
Foolish conception of linear time is
Expressly contemptible, and not
A little bit sad.
But the pleasure of boundlessness
Ballooned in a process of runaway inflation,
Spacetime
Dilating urgently, necessarily,
In the moment of ecstatic clarity
And definition.
I-the-knower had peeled away from
Me-the-known, that egocentric conglomerate
Gliding over the surface of subconscious pools,
That one whom you might identify most closely with
My soul.
I am subject, not your
Object of expectations, responsibilities,
Relationships to engage
On a stage of
Bright-lit Dasein.
The joy of life is extraordinary,
Serene strength and beauty.
Feeling pretty good, feeling
Groovy.
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I Am Subject
Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom.
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Hmm, the ideology is similar, I believe, as in certain recent works of yours. The theories of dasein and sein and of a world of infinite creation and dilation, of free energy flow and limitless unity of the conscious- these are very much fascinating and it may be very well that soon they will in fact be palpable and far from the probability safety area of a 'theory'. The form, I'm a bit torn about. On the one hand, such abstract notions and philosophical axioms seem rather unfit for the verse. On the other hand, the use of a little imagery, as you did here, presents great potential for the future. Reading this one, I did stumble a bit as to the meaning and found certain parts a little too abstract and the language too confusing but some parts were very evocative and highly friendly to the transcendence of hyper-consciousness you try to advocate. The images of the ocean of infinity, subconscious pools, all those liquid images were quite fine and quite gripping.
ReplyDeletewell louis, i've been struggling with certain difficulties during the last several months, and both my writing and my reading has suffered. calling it depression would be overstating it, but deep blues is pretty on-spot. sometimes i use my writing as a vehicle for exploring, or organizing, complicated concepts i'm dealing with and/or studying for my own dark and mysterious purposes, so yes of course all of these pieces involving mindspace are interrelated and, i hope, occasionally i push through toward new levels of understanding. i agree they are not always poetic; in fact, my tongue was lodged firmly in cheek when i posted 'diseases of conscience' for that very reason, although i do believe i did unveil a few new insights with that one. personally i think 'i am subject' is a little more genuinely poetic, but your point remains well-taken. i am violating my own rules with regard to what poetry is. i will try to do better.
ReplyDelete"i've been struggling with certain difficulties during the last several months, and both my writing and my reading has suffered."
ReplyDeleteAh, the old blues. Jerome K Jerome wrote an adorable essay on this in "Ide thoughts of an idle man..". I had my fits of depression as well though they might be rather petty compared to your problems. Life gets more complex and more vulnerable for near-death disasters with time, I suppose. I can't say I noticed any negative lapses in your writing but maybe I'm not critical enough. I do discern a gradual increase in weirdness, the mystic and the fantastic which probably reflects- your own mindscape journeys and trepidations. Good luck with the trip and remember- don't overdose and don't forget the towel! Ah, but you know that better than me, you being of the flower children (to use an euphemism).