Tuesday, March 30, 2004

"In ancient Ireland the ollave, or master-poet, sat next to the king at table and was privileged, as none else but the queen was, to wear six different colours in his clothes." --The White Goddess

Trying to cope with the disability of not being very important.

Trust, not faith. Faith is a hedge against fear, based ultimately on wishing. Trust is based on knowing.

It is experience which cross-indexes the senses; there are no necessary correspondences beyond gross regularities of earth and mind. Symbolism is a property of art-objects only.

Having fever is the next best thing to a brainstorm. It makes you realize that laziness & the laziness of not-thinking in particular, is a luxury you can't anymore afford; nor, being hurried. You take your time and do what has to be done. It's almost like having clarity and being energetic (except you feel weak). The only danger is thinking you're not sick at all.
   --Fever as a metaphor for our situation today as agents in a stream of hurry.

When religions are new, they give.
When religions are old, they take.
They go from salvation to human sacrifice without changing images, metaphors, or ideology. What changes is the character of their worship services. When communion fades, something must replace it, as the need of the people is an irresistable force; most often, he sacramental wine is replaced by blood. The Crusades...

"The moon follows the sun like a French translation of a Russian novel." --Wallace Stevens

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