Divided We Stand
"We
know
that you are royally blest
Cicada when, among
the tree-tops,
You sip some dew and
sing your song;
For every single
thing is yours
That you survey
among the fields
And all the things
the woods produce.
The farmers'
constant company,
You damage nothing
that is theirs;
Esteemed you are by
every human
As the summer's
sweet-voiced prophet.
The Muses love you,
and Apollo too,
Who's gifted you
with high-pitched
song.
Old age does nothing
that can wear
you,
Earth's sage and
song-enamored son;
You suffer not,
being
flesh-and-blood-less,
A god-like creature,
virtually."
(ancient
Greek poet unknown:
traditionally
cicadae are elders
who
fall in love with the muses,
&
become garrulous chatterboxes)
Dividing We Stand
For those not in love there’s
Law:
to ruleto regulate to rectify.
(Wm Gass)
Celebrate
the great unbridgeable
divide
between
amateurs and professionals:
those
whom love
conquers and the
remainder in
debt to
lawyers & the legal
system; & there’s
no way the
2 can
be expected to just get
along.
Always some
voices: impotent
witness to the
prosecution
of common sense &
practical house
keeping:
concerns we have
with us always—
fascinated,
charmed, enthralled,
obsessed,
compelled to make the world a better place in
my own
terms of desire of
course or at least sustain
as is: let
me not permit
it to fall into
disarray.
My
yesterday’s-chorus sampling
specimen dead
white myn:
chattering cicada
across a dusty
lawn…
Gass
Goethe
Milton
Heidegger
Arnold
Paul
Shakespeare
Brown
Emerson
Hawthorne
Lewis
Eliot
Rilke
Thoreau,
Carey
etc.
…invoked on
behalf of Liberal
Art always for
the sake of
argument.
To act is
so easy, to
think is so hard. Where there is
much desire
to learn, there
of necessity will be much
arguing,
much writing, many
opinions; for opinion
in good men
is but
knowledge in the making. (Goethe
& Milton)
I would
hear more &
merrier testimony to what a
difference a daze makes as opposed to claritas
uber
alles and the
purpose it
takes to win a war:
aims, objectives, determination &
strategic planning,
saying
what I mean &
meaning what I say, walking
the
talk &
talking the walk &
covering ground
crying
out loud: consummation
so devoutly desired. Daze
is covered, denied & banished to cellar or attic
“A universe
comes into
being when a space is severed
or taken apart. The
skin of a
living being cuts off
an
outside from an
inside. (G. Spencer
Brown, Laws
of Form)
Prior to
division, what
kind of unified universe might
there be? nothing but
a cheese ball
or billiard—one part
is the whole: and unity, an
un-emerged phenomenon
waiting for its severance and the
relationship of
parts,
particulars, and participation and partisans.
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