The words of the prophet A.R. Ammons
A.R. Ammons, American poet, raised
in North Carolina to poor parents, eventually won a National Book Award, and
spent his last decades teaching at Cornell.
Here is his poem,
“Project” (1970)
My subject’s
still the wind still
difficult to
present
being invisible:
nevertheless should I
presume it not
I’d be compelled
to say
how the honeysuckle
bushlimbs
wave themselves:
difficult
beyond presumption
(From The Great American Poet of
Daily Chores, Dan Chiasson, The New Yorker, November 27, 2017)
The quixotic pursuit of
presenting ‘the wind’ all the while recognizing, acknowledging and confessing
to the absolute impossibility of the task, and then to place it beside the even
more “beyond presumption” of ‘saying how
the honeysuckle bushlimbs wave themselves’ is to confound the empirical
absolutists, to elevate the spiritual through its only possible vehicle, the
poem.
In another piece, “Garbage,”
Ammons writes:
When we brawl over our
predicaments we merely accuse
ourselves…(and)
where but in the very asshole of
comedown is
redemption: as where but brought
low, where
but in the grief of failure,
loss, error do we
discern the savage afflictions
that turn us around:
where but in the arrangements
love crawls us
through, not a thing left in our self-display
unhumiliated, do we find the
sweet seed of
new routes: but we are natural:
nature, not
we, gave rise to us: we are not,
though, though
natural, divorced from high finer
configurations:
These “sprinkles” of word-gems,
little pieces of the weeds that grow in all of our gardens, are never to be
either over-looked or forgotten, for their capacity to ignite life itself….as in
“where but in the arrangements love crawls us through” …not the prosaic and
predictable “we crawl through love’s arrangements”…We all must acknowledge,
with Ammons, that his truth legitimately over-rides our conventional, conversational,
street talk. And it is that plucking truth from the refuse of detritus that
comprises some of each of our lives, that ‘seeing into life’s gutters, ditches,
sloughs, swamps and mud’ in which we have all spent time there is a halo of
beauty, insight, candour and profound and private truth.
From Garbage too:
the new’s an angle of emphasis on
the old:
new religions are surfaces,
beliefs the shadows
of images trying to construe what
needs no
belief: only born die, and if
something is
born or new, then that is not it,
that is not
the it: the it is the indifference
of all the
differences, the nothingness of
all the poised
somethings, the finest issue of
energy in which
boulders and dead stars float;
This “indifference”, “the nothingness
of all the poised somethings” is that ephemeral, ethereal, magic web that holds
all things in some kind of pattern…far beyond the pattern of our rationality,
far outside the scope of our micro-and-tele-and-peri-SCOPES, refusing
confinement, squirming against all definitive diagnoses, and even definition
itself.
And our herculean efforts to pin
down our “situation” and our “circumstances” and the “context” of the January 6th
insurrection, as our legal and political and accounting and security forces are
charged with accomplishing, will likely remain blind and deaf to the indifference,
the nothingness, while focusing on the “poised somethings”. It is the poised
somethings that fill up our screens and our consciousness, and even our
cognition, as our fledgling attempt to feed a hollow hunger of meaninglessness.
If our conscious sensibilities
are fixated on the “poised somethings” and we have our own binoculars tethered
to our foreheads as we devour enlarged, almost lasered images of destruction,
how can and will we ever ‘see’ those indifferences, those inscrutable,
imperceptible and ethereal winds that are at the heart of all life and the
energy that generates and sustains all of life?
Increasingly we are living in a
world determined to inflict accountability, responsibility and blame-and-shame
on everyone who exhibits weakness of judgement, of indiscretion, of any abuse
of power, defined by those “courageous” enough to come forward to tell their
story. And while the victim’s integrity is to be credited, the public square’s
capacity and willingness to suspend disbelief, without immediately rushing to
judgement, seems imperiled. Big, loud, strong, dominating, winning, alpha, almost
always male,….these stereotyped symbols of power, especially of “white” (not as
in pure, holy, or sacred) are counter-poised, and given incarnation by such
deplorables as trump and his cult, that we are left scouring the human
landscape for the garbage we once sought and found in the landfill.
Is our lostness a sign of our
having abandoned the “nothingness” of all the poised somethings?
Are we so afraid of our own “nothingness”
that we have succumbed to the lie of “alternative facts” as proposed by Kelly
Anne Conway?
Are we in danger of entering a
burning planet without fire-fighters, water, strategy, water-bombers, and
warning sirens, because we have ceased to belief there is even a fire and that
all those calls coming into “the fire station” are merely robocalls, without
merit, without a human in distress on the other end?
Succumbing to the absence of
indifference, and rejecting our own nothingness, have we imposed a binary
choice on all of us, one in which a perfectly defined morality is in an epic
conflict with another perfectly defined evil?
Is my truth now pre-determined to
be the veritable lie of those who disagree with me? And is my enemy’s truth
pre-assigned to the garbage heap of all things Satanic?
There is much sinew in the notion
of a human pursuit of purpose, meaning and the concomitant goals and objectives
that attempt to define that identity. However, when that laser-nuclear-personal
identity life goal is so flaming hot that it literally and metaphorically incinerates
all other personal life goals, as if a pre-determined, pre-destined assignment
of “religious determinism” holds sway over the body politic, that flame has not
only obliterated others, it threatens to obliterate the playing field on which
we are trying to seek and pursue a respectful and respected life.
Trying to construe, in a new and
different way, language, rhetoric and stage-acting, what each of us “knows”
deeply that some of the most important aspects of being alive are far beyond
the scope of our cognition, and of our epistemology is a death march over a cliff
of our own sentient embrace. And attempting to “fit” those unknowables into
either a political or a ‘religious’ or a moral or ethical strait-jacket, to fit
our narrow, narcissistic, and inevitably narcissistic emptiness is a collective
act of self-sabotage.
We hear much talk about herd
immunity as a term deployed to suggest boundaries around a ubiquitous, lethal,
mutating, global pandemic, if and when a sufficient percentage of people have
received a vaccination, then the spread of the virus will be slowed. It will,
however, not necessarily be stopped or eliminated. Efficacious vaccines,
effective vaccines, measured by their strength and capacity to mediate the
sickness, reduce hospitalizations, and curtail mortality, while needed, are
nevertheless, not going to crack the indifference about one’s potential
allegiance to the public trust, to the community, to the nothingness that
millions already fell in their bones and muscles, in the brains and hearts, and
in their spirits and wills.
How we each “see” the
nothingness, the indifference, the capacity and willingness to even consider
such res horribilis (horrible things), is and will continue to be a “temperature”
of the body politic for which we have no thermometer, no MRI, no CAT-SCAN, and
certainly no vaccination. We all know that nature abhors a vacuum. (horror
vacui), another of Aristotle’s legacy gifts, meaning that every space in nature
needs to be filled with something. Over against this, we also know that “negative
space” in art is the space around the between the subjects of an image. “Negative
spaces are very important for creating compositions that are balanced and
unified. Negative space in a composition can help identify toe focal point.
Without enough negative space, a composition can look busy, with too many
distracting elements (from liveabout.com) And from medium.com, ‘the power of a
negative space is in its capacity to disrupt your normal expectations of reality….Dismantle
a whole room and the event is spectral. It is hard not to use the word
ghostly to describe it, as the family itself appears to revise the very ambience
of the space. With the furniture gone, a series of personal memories begins to
overlay one another—nostalgia glimmering with a hundred facets—as the past life
of the room is somehow amassed and dissolved in the same instant.
There is a case to be made that
we are collectively, (and perhaps individually as well) committed to the notion,
like nature, that all space must be filled: every nook and cranny in every
room, and certainly every brain cell in every brain with the most momentous,
sensational and ‘news-worthy’ information, as well as the garages, offices,
desks, and trophy cases of our “academy award-winning performances.
We fear our own abyss; we are
terrorized by any glimpse of nothingness, indifference, and collectively have
mutated such notions into signs of lassitude, purposelessness, ‘driftiness’,
shiftlessness, and untrustworthiness. And in doing so, whether consciously or
not, we have effectively colonized all others who do not share that
perspective.
We have so objectivized
ourselves, our accomplishments, our enemies, and our work and our planet, that
we have reached a tipping point (Gladwell) whereby, should we persist in denial
of the indifference and the nothingness that surrounds us, (including the
indifference of nature) we risk falling into a trap of our own design: these
are just some of the many sine qua non(s) that North American culture has
(allegedly) scorned, dismissed and effectively obliterated.
Just as there can be little to no
balance in a painter’s canvas, without negative space, so too there can be
little to no balance in the life of a culture (or an individual) without the
beauty and the gift of noticing the energy and the life-giving impetus from
indifference, nothingness and the quixotic purpose of “presenting the wind”….that
blows in, around and through each of our universes.
Let’s abandon the vacuity of ideology,
of zero-sum games, of the absolutes of war (of all sorts and varieties with all
forms of weaponry) and accept the larger truth that each of us lives ‘in the
wind’ surrounded by and infused by our own and others’ nothingness, indifference,
and the pursuit of the quixotic.
In that light, perhaps, we might shed some of our finally acknowledged hubris, and the accompanying feint of “perfect control”.
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