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Mystery

May 26

In the second chapter ("Mystery in Character: A Secret Life with a Secret") of her delicious little book, The Art of Mystery: The Search for Questions, Maud Casey uses the work of Vivian Maier to illustrate the power of secret in fiction as well as life. Vivian Maier was a nanny with a camera, a woman who left more than 150,000 negatives, countless rolls of undeveloped film, scores of films, audiotapes, writings and hoards of bits and pieces of an entirely secret life, unknown by anyone before she died in poverty in 2009. Since the discovery and revelation of this trove, she is on the way to being recognized as not only a unique street photographer but among the greatest photographers of the twentieth century. The story of her discovery and the astonishing revelations of those who knew her as her friend and as their nanny is told in the film Finding Vivian Maier, by John Maloof. He bought much of her work by chance at auction and has subsequently acquired most of the rest of Maier's incredible output. It is a gripping account not only of her work but of the mad eccentricity of her secret life which as Maud Casey's subtitle suggests, raises far more compelling questions than answers—one of the great values of mystery.

Please see this film if you can. I do not know if it is available on the internet. I got my copy from the local library. It is unforgettable.

PROLEGOMENON TO THE END

May 16

PROLEGOMENON TO THE END

Dispatch from the Dreamfield

 

Sleeping still but stirring. Muted intimations hinting.

Soon, when the knowing animal within awakes

Alarmed by not yet detectable quakes

It will send up warnings in dreams

Not in tweets, headlines, or bits of sound.

Reeling, we will seek to flee the entreating screams.

Too late then. Too late now.

We did not listen.

Panicked by the enveloping ineluctable reality

Our conscious mind will slip away into uselessness.

Nothing unites us or binds us into a keening herd

Like terror.

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THE FICTIVE PURPOSE OF DREAMS

May 9

"The Fictive Purpose of Dreams" is a companion piece to "Dreams As Angels." These essays and a third (not yet titled nor finished) will be published together in book form with the tentative title, Essays In Search Of... I expect this to be available sometime in late summer. Here are the links to the completed essays:

http://ralockhart.com/WP/dreamsasangels.pdf

http://ralockhart.com/WP/fictivepurposeofdreams.pdf

 

 

 

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The Three Great Denials

May 3

THE THREE GREAT DENIALS

There are three great intertwined denials, ubiquitous in their reach, hegemonic in their power,
and life-destroying in their structure and dynamics.
First, is the Denial of Truth. The first level is our full reality. We are unconscious of much of who we are. Becoming conscious is the great dream of psychology, depth psychology in particular. But the degree of humanity working to become more conscious is minuscule to the point of vanishing. The degree of unconsciousness underlying the great bulk of individual thoughts and actions is vast beyond imagining. Unconsciousness pervades our relationships, from those most intimate to those of only passing interest. It pervades our involvement in the groupings we become part of, and our unconsciousness multiplies with other’s unconsciousness to maximize the corrosive potential of collectives at all levels of cultures, nations, and all else. What passes for truth in the public consciousness is grasped after as if such could function to bring individuals to consciousness. Dreams are the great “truth tellers,” but how many among us billions of humans listen, let alone bring such truths to manifestation in life?
Second, is the Denial of Risk. Unconsciousness cuts us off from the fundaments of life, not only in our own body, mind, and spirit but in the body, mind, and spirit of all life around us, including the life of our planetary home, the earth. Unconsciousness breeds the denial of risk inherent in separating human life from its rhizomic necessities. Chief among these risks is what functions as the life-blood of our contemporary life: money. Money has become our operative religion. More than any other single factor, we have become unalterably attached to money, as if “In Money, We Trust,” would sum up every department of our lives. The powers that be that operate the world’s financial system know this, count on this, rely on this “belief” system and operate as grand priests of the money temple. What we are not told, what is kept from view, is the degree of risk building up throughout the world. The risk is denied. Yet, the collapse of all great powers and empires has been triggered by risk gone wild and triggering the collapse. Because money has become more foundational in our lives than any other factor, this coming collapse poses a catastrophic risk to everyone’s welfare. And, sad to say, most everyone is denying this risk.
Third, is the Denial of Love. We can only do to others and so much of what is happening in the world when we deny love. We can only do to the life of the world, what we are doing when we deny love. We can only do to our habitat, our home, our earth when we deny love. As unconsciousness persists, as money invades and pervades every facet, love disappears. Freud spoke of the great battle between Eros and Death. Without love, the death of most everything of value will be what we live. That is our present future.


It is not clear there is sufficient human will to say no to power and money and the commodification of desire.
Dreams are raising this issue as a great question mark.

 

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DREAMS AS ANGELS

May 1

DREAMS AS ANGELS: Feeding Dreams with Our Substance

I feel this essay becomes more important every day as we slip toward the abyss.

http://www.ralockhart.com/WP/dreamsasangels.pdf

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A Dose of Reality

April 26

Here is a dose of much-needed reality as nearly every human is complicit in ignoring the reality that is fast approaching. I side with Mayer Hillman

in looking to love, music, education, all the arts, and dreams as the way to celebrate happily the approaching final Ragnarök. I do try to lessen my

complicity, even in the face of futility.

Here's the link:

https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2018/apr/26/were-doomed-mayer-hillman-on-the-climate-reality-no-one-else-will-dare-mention?utm_source=esp&utm_medium=Email&utm_campaign=GU+Today+USA+-+Collections+2017&utm_term=272858&subid=1371379&CMP=GT_US_collection

A Picture is Worth A Thousand Words

April 14

Sometimes idiomatic clichés are hiding a richness behind or beneath their surface intentionality. Such linguistic elements become so because they are adopted without thought as if conveying something so obviously a truism no further thought is required. Like many memes, it becomes part of everyone’s “readymades,” borrowing here from Duchamp, who illustrated what happens when a cliché in one context (a urinal in a bathroom) is placed in another context (a urinal displayed as art and renamed, “Fountain”). The result is revelatory and can produce extreme emotional reactions or other psychic perturbations.

Consider the idiom “A picture is worth a thousand words.” This is an idea one can find singular instances of in the far past, but its readymade stature was not achieved until the first decades of the twentieth century in multiple advertising venues in the United States. We all know what this idiom is asserting: that information contained in a single image taken in at a glance is more effective than a thousand words conveying the same idea. We can get at the “unintended” idea quickly by focusing on the word “worth.” To wit: what is the worth in words of an image?

This reversal was key to Roland Barthes’ exploration of photography in his book, Camera Lucida. He did not try to find an image that would economically express his words, but he used his words to bring out something crucial about the nature of photographs (and, by implication, the nature of all images as well as dreams). He distinguished between the “studium” and the “punctum” of a photograph. The studium is what the photographer intended and typically is what we “see.” We get it, in an instant. But Barthes says it is the punctum that makes the photograph “exist” for him. This exists is then Barthes’ inner, subjective (psychic) experience. Elucidating this phenomenon requires Barthes to use words, lots of words, which an “image” cannot do.

I once wrote that “images are stories stopped in time.” To continue the story, will require either more images or words to tell the stories. Notice the plural here. While the image itself is singular, the potential stories are many and varied. The same is true of dreams. The dream is singular, but the potential stories are innumerable.

To illustrate.

Consider the following image.

One form of response is “criticism,” that is, an attempt to explain, interpret, and understand the image and to articulate its value and meaning or lack thereof. But as Baudelaire insisted, the only proper “criticism” of a work of art is another work of art. And the origin of this future work of art lies in the psyche of the viewer. Note I do not limit this to the conscious experience of the viewer. The unconscious will be viewer too!

So, then, as you look at this image, what begins to move in you in the form of “story” or “poem” or “drawing” or any other form of expression? Will it be taken up in your dreams?

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THE ROOM OF LOST THINGS

April 9

THE ROOM OF LOST THINGS

My right white tube sock
my Esterbrook fine-point nib
my Great Books Vol 54: Freud
the heron photo with outstretched wings
...and so much more

Surely the room is full by now
a time warp?
a space warp?
a black hole?
maybe such rooms auto-expand
in some alternate multi-verse

You’ve such a room too, I bet
make your own list, do it now
but for now, let’s be pleased we’ve
not gone to the room of lost things.

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Something is approaching…

April 7

A KIND WORD

March 26
A KIND WORD
 
I saw her sleeping
in the hospital’s bushes
as I walked by her
on my morning walk
thoughts of alerting security
to check her out
when she shouted
“Hey, sir,” in British accent
“Yes, mam,” I replied
in good mannered tones
that would have prided my mom
“Na askin for money, sir,
but have ya a kind word?”
“Tenderness” I announced
without a thought. “Will that
do? “ Thank ya, sir, lovely,
lovely, have a tender day.”
“Thank you, mam, you made mine
already.”
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