Gilberts’s Icarus: Reframing Failure

Failing and Flying

by Jack Gilbert

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It’s the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
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Icarus at the Edge of Time

What if Icarus traveled not to the sun but to a black hole? This 40-minute 62-piece orchestral work is a mesmerizing adaptation of Icarus at the Edge of Time, Brian Greene’s book for children. A re-imagining of the Greek myth, which brings Einstein’s concepts of relativity to visceral, emotional life, it features an original score by Philip Glass, script adapted by Greene and David Henry Hwang and film created and directed by Al + Al. Performed live with narrator Liev Schreiber and the Orchestra of St. Luke’s, conducted by Brad Lubman. Continue reading

The Feminist Icarista: Ana Mendieta

Last Silueta

You fell into the pit of Cuban revolution, first exodus

And you were told: “it’s no good lingering over the pit

In war anything and everything goes, if you want to fit”

Peripheral excavating of thy heritage wills your uprising

 Pedro Pan girl in American exile, won’t states’ plaything

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Liberating Brainwashing

Duke Leto Atreides I’s Rite of passage in Dune by Frank Herbert

I must not fear.

Fear is the mind-killer.

Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

I will face my fear.

I will permit it to pass over me and through me.

And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.

Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.

Only I will remain.

Dune (1984) – Gom Jabbar

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Mythology 1: Evolution as Revelation?

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Mythology 1    

The myth is the public dream and the dream is the private myth. If your private myth, your dream, happens to coincide with that of the society, you are in good accord with your group. If it isn’t, you’ve got an adventure in the dark forest ahead of you. Joseph Campbell

The figure head of the dragon (in the foreground down on the left when facing the picture), found by chance, was the impetus for this piece. I used the technique grottage with strings of different width, on acrylic paint on a cardboard box that I, first, carefully gessoed black. Beyond recycling and its connotations, I liked working with the box for its unfolding and folding characteristics, as historical (un)folding, from center to periphery, personal to universal, but not only. I left the outer areas of the folds with little covering in comparison with the central image, as a statement of possibilities, however, in dialectic with the overall picture which reveals itself in the same way the whole dinosaur (along the right fold) is reconstructed by the expert archaeologist with only one vertebra of it. Continue reading

Letters To A Young Poet

letters Young Poet

I wish I were young Franz Xaver Kapus

Whose only claim to unique celebrity

Were Rainer Maria Rilke’s UberLetters

To a Young Poet’s incarnate immortality.

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Lost in Costanza

This post is a lesson on one great way to go about getting some insight from one’s dreams. George Costanza, fool extraordinaire, I wish he came in my dreams. If you want to become a a philosopher you’ll get a PhD with Seinfeld : all the characters are obnoxious and …bigger than life .
After a session of Seinfeld (as often as possible), I can say with Somerset Maugham
“It’s a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything
but the best, you very often get it.”
Happy Heuristics

Dream Steps : a bloneironic

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I’ve had the entire cast of Seinfeld in my dreams…

…including, to my chagrin, George Costanza…

The loser to end all losers!

Whether I like it or not, if he’s in my dreams, some part of him must represent some a part of me…

So what do I share with that sniveling, lazy, self-centered, fearful sycophant?

Please don’t answer…

Well, I do see one trait in common:

We want everything to be just right.

Perfect.

George celebrates the perfect parking space at the hospital.  He tries to combine sex, food, and TV for the perfect experience.  We know how these attempts will end: in disaster.

When he finds the perfect girlfriend, the perfection makes him so nervous that he destroys the relationship…

If you’re trying to maintain a state of perfection, of course you’re going to worry!  The perfect situation can not remain perfect.  Change is the nature of…

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