Sunday, August 10, 2008

Mouse Repellent Sound Side Effects

Horses time



When the horses time to stop my door.
I hesitate always watching them drink
Since it's my blood they quench their thirst.
They turn to face my eye
While recognizing their long lines of weakness
fill me And leave me so tired, so lonely and disappointing
That night invades my eye passing
And suddenly I need to redo
forces me to one day Where would the coupling thirsty
I can still live and drink.


SUPERVIELLE
Jules (1884-1960)

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Blueprints Horse Buggy

The search for harmony ... in Jules Supervielle

Supervielle The universe is primarily a world of perpetual metamorphosis, where opposites coexist naturally, life, for example, there is present in its intimate relationship to death. The dead and the living meet. The memory is inseparable from oblivion. The material has no more substance than a cloud that fray. Is it different in mind? Similarly, it appears there is neither beginning nor end of the universe, beings and things because everything is transformation, continual metempsychosis. Is there an essence behind appearances or is he just a sensitive universe? Is God immanent or transcendent, creator of the world or simply a witness, existing or non-existent? It seems that all these concepts must be exceeded because otherwise they are in fact interdependent. Supervielle leash at all if these ambiguities hover over its entire universe. And vertigo, often, takes the poet.
In this ever-changing and uncertain world, the observed object is also inseparable from the observer. There no clear boundary between the thinking subject, viewing or listening, and the object of his study. The sea, when one looks at it, is not the sea ... The ego of the poet, meanwhile, is under the influence of the unconscious, which, curiously enough, knows more than his conscience clear. The topic will crack, haunted by an elusive double, and the object he observed, in parallel, always eludes his grasp: it is as empty as it sees the horse in the poem essential entitled "Movement"; something has been seen and be seen, but what? The mystery is total. The poem is built around a white poet refuses to fill.

is why the universe is Supervielle both external and internal: the deep sea, for example, has the same characteristics as the forgetful memory, conversely, the human body is a real landscape. "Dreaming," says the poet in Thinking of a poetic art (births), is to forget the materiality of his body, somehow confuse the inner and outer world. [...] I still dream a little what I see [...]. "This world visited by the Dream to the meaning of the poet is best known universe - approached and respected in his unsurpassable mystery - that the traditional study, which divides the world into categories reductive.

This universe is ultimately highly brothers: an intimate connection is created between the object and man, the poet and the animal, the tree and the floor, the cloud and the earth, the thing and the word , matter and mind ...: A "pansympathie" universal compassion. As if the original vertigo - loss of our usual benchmarks - was a necessary condition for the reconstruction of a real cosmos a world in motion but always consistent and the search for harmony ...