votive candili : sarah
mcdermott : 03
by andrew lovatt : sept 02 : dublin
one forgets, and this is both blessing & curse. maybe it depends
on what we forget - the dogma or the manifestly unobvious, that quality
of hinted meaning, subtle shift of rhythm & tempo, that leads to
the desire to uncover the hidden fantasies parading as realities; to
poke a hole in the given solidity of accepted things & see the real
possibility that all givens are fantasies by another name.
ideas are fantasies; no need to split hairs over which of them
qualifies it's real-ness by proving itself a "pragmatic" material event;
profit and progress are heroic markers in our lives but not the only
mythologic story unfolding in us. it's the myths which lie hidden like
gods & daemons in the dark corners of our un-conscious which drive
our "sanity" to such extremes of dogmatic reality; and fear
of facing our blind unknowing which fuels our inability to allow ourselves
to wonder -- wander openly in our own time & space.
what's obvious is the path of least resistance; an open road
to the sea of accepted usuality. the way to the imaginal space
has one barrier & that
is what we inherently believe, our background knowing. is it from others
only, or are we in-formed by our own experience? how far are we willing
to delve, scratch and look?
of course there is no objective norm; it's always an "accepted" marker
that folks agree to agree upon. the hierarchy we follow - to believe
there is "known" structure - comes to us with in-built lenses:
we are what we are capable of seeing. so move the boundaries. recognise
that they exist and choose to move outside the playing field; that's
our third step - the first is to see it, and the second to wish it. or
perhaps it is the wishing which must come first, most likely.
we are swimming in a post-everything world where all the norms
no longer apply. historic and cultural indentities are dissolving
in a sea of sameness.
cleave backwards to some dogma if it comforts, remain in the massa confusa
of middle ground modernity, or face our dark desire to seek the spirit & soul
in all manner of things, in the fragments of our selves which lie in & around
us - reflecting back like little pieces of memory. where we are alive
is when we see & sense ourselves; momentarily, briefly, vividly -
outside our own norm. this too is when we can see others & accept
their unfathomable uniqueness. me, you, us, them, they, we - altogether
unanswerable by any dogma. unfittingly real. erringly human. questing
like soul. this is our condition, and we need imagination and a daring
sense of adventure to explore it.
answers are dogmas posing as intelligence, cunning devices to
stop the soul seeing further into the mystery of itself. the
best answers pose
fresh questioning or they be static dead. a comma is far, far better
than a full stop.
can we re-discover & re-vision our imagination of reality;
look for the cracks in the obvious... catch a glimpse of this
other working within