Marc Vincenz

The Absurd Self Looking Both Ways at Once | Inventing Nightlife
December 17, 2016 Vincenz Marc

The Absurd Self Looking Both Ways at Once

 

Plato said the world is divided into a world

of being and a world of becoming.

 

Ecclesiastes, pessimist as he was,

said there was nothing new under the sun.

 

Hume started a revolution, declaring:

“When I enter most intimately

 

into what I call my self, I always stumble upon

some intimate perception or other.”

 

Sartre stated that man has no self.

What he thinks about himself is created

 

from the gaze of others. Jung’s unconscious

has been haunting us as long as we remember.

 

Where are the hidden powers? And how

do you penetrate reality in the manner of X-rays?

 

In 1600 Jacob Boeheme thought he looked onto

the deepest foundations of matter …

 

Who ignores everything but

moving shadows—like the frog?

 

Wire the mind to rejoin the Othermind

and live in two worlds at once,

 

embalmed in thought forms and words:

a cup of consciousness, a flood of light,

 

a sense of one-ment where the new world has no sides,

no up or down—it is necessary to describe

 

it all at once, or not at all—it is impossible

to illuminate one side and then another,

 

for in moments, the other side

will become some other and thus the world

 

can never be fully measured (yet in the bell

there is a word that sings through the life of time).

 

Is this the world of complicated mathematical

relations where the objective and subjective

 

change positions indeterminately?

In such a vision of infinite meaning

 

can each ‘I’ raise a multitude of insights, rendering

its intention—.Where is all the adventure in this indecision?

 

To awaken in the creaky, wooden, soundless,

soulless world. Reality dribbling through fingers,

 

a cupped handful of wine. Should not a line

take an infinite amount of time to draw?

 

And how long does twelve o’clock last for?

Just ask the people inside my head

 

where Yeats’ old mill of the mind

consumes its rag and bone—

 

or like the Buddha, untie the knots

inside the mind energizing the perceptions,

 

reaching for the banana outside the cage, enlarging

reality pulse by pulse. Is it then the other self

 

materializes? When a soul is a spirit in abeyance

of tongues never muttered.

 

Understand this is an astral double-ensemble,

a doppelganger, where élans’ vital fires trickle

 

into an energy of delight, or the feedback loop

of a vicious circle where primal perception simply ignites.

 

 

 

Inventing Nightlife

 

To realize you are

the metaphor, just as

the world is the image,

 

and the soul, submerged,

the other side of Nature.

 

To realize that every surface

contains the potential

for a glimpse into the past,

 

or that ghost of your own

potential as you move back

 

into the rock. That is,

to enter the cave

of the mind and seek

 

oneself before birth, to scour

the earth for the seeds

 

of the narrative

and to find that great

second chance.

Marc Vincenz is a poet, translator and novelist. He is the author of eleven books of poetry; his latest are The Syndicate of Water & Light, Leaning into the Infinite, and Here Comes the Nightdust. His latest work of translation is Unexpected Development (White Pine Press, 2018), by prize-winning Swiss novelist, poet and playwright Klaus Merz. His work has received fellowships and grants from the Swiss Arts Council, the Literary Colloquium Berlin, the National Endowment for the Arts, and the Witter Bynner Foundation for Poetry