Flights of Focus
Fitful trauma and gloom under flight and night raiding and tracing sanctimonious war zones in LuLu’s attractions to its dementia, parading under the focus of its plight, sheer and defiant.
As turns burns Glorioso —
Anger helping to divide it into what it becomes. Separates it. Creates distance - from reality?
The distance issue, Violet LeDuc. Distance from time - is like entertaining slope on a curve… while at same time, seeing around a corner… Ha.
In book, go where fell out of the present and into states of awe, like a caged animal, and the brutality of wonder, yet inadequate or even loathing presence in time, as itself a kind of nomenclature for elements in time…
Sacred persists despite finding the druids??? Druids cross into that too - of course - once Jesus shows up.
Cioran, recent entry translation:
12 décembre 1959
What has distorted everything, is historical culture.
We no longer question God, but the forms of god; on religious sensitivity and experience, and no longer! the object that justifies both.
Yeah, but still something of the sacred, in gloom, comes out of that notion of priestly observation? risen to hoodedness.
For me, not particularly sober? Drinking it in drinking it in… what words can do.
Book book book. see it thru.
Hoping to write other fiction, after LuLu Monster. No idea if thats possible, so stuck get so stuck investing infesting over every word.
Sound and cleavage
A romantic engagement with language itself as immediacy of it evolves into Yeats presence in the language, endemic in druidness to explore what sits there in mythic as beauty and quandary, bade of him to find its phantom and form…
Not to abuse, he’s like Emily, he goes for what’s there first.
(Now, reading his compendium, up to the third book…)
He takes it and works it…. Living in the nature of how it exists in words as a peony pushing through gravel and dirt.
My poems over on my site, must remain true to when written — but also carefully allow in, some distance over time -
Certainly am NO YEATS! Closer to Lowell…
I consider Emily a most careful writer. Her letters, so attentive. Tho to someone who belittles her, there can awaken in her, the fiendishly clever. Through beautiful games in language itself, at first gentle, then she lets the cat out —
Playful in her letters, she could stick it to you so beautifully. Saint Emily…
TO RHYME IS NOT A CRIME. My pirate yells back — thievery is a complex dimension, like a crater breaking up, coming through hemispheres…
She nears into a visual that isn’t actually a visual, it hangs, slips over sides into language — as vehicle in time, carrying sometime weight, sometimes gesture.
She could be soft.
By four years old, in some ways, I had that kicked out of me. Unless we got close to each other. 3-4 could be a terror.
Distance creates panic and allure.
Mules pirates mechanics. Get back to work.
It’s hard to work on novel or poems over 3 - 3.5 hours straight. To keep that impetus, combination of immediacy and orchestrating it, if you know what I mean.
Have worked into integration 15 or so sections now, maybe more.
Have found doing translations alongside - helps to soothe brackets — structured in solitude, to not finish a constant despair.
Flip Side
Set it up then thru Russell. D tried to get me to do that with his guy. And I was so far off into singularity I couldn’t “see it.” And to this day regret. That said, made a decision, not ever to need again, to that extent.
Now have risers.
“Otherness” rises above it and releases me now from the sheer intensity of hog bottom, loom and gloom, lets create fiction to consume whatever the beautiful tedium, without shame, consequence, or adversity —
I call it a Pessoa sighting. The best writer “on tedium transformed,” was for me, the Pessoa Monster.
I am also a lunatic for certainty? No, let go of all that. Except about paying bills and having time to write.
Getting it to arise to an “otherness” like Pessoa, took a lot of work. In fact I was unable to find on my own. So I sought out others who could do it. Akin for me to Beckett and Pessoa.
Let it remain there as entry - without any dissent? Certainly, when feasting… whose space helped open up Rippley’s weather believe it or not.
Russian Doll versus A Drink, I would take the drink.