Saturday, April 12, 2025

They arise from a clear springwell (FW65, No. 39 - III.4, 566-571)

The reading is continuing at a good pace, but the writing is becoming labored. I am not doing it under the most ideal circumstances, of course. Occasionally I have time to write during the day, sometimes in my paper journal, and that night I'll copy it out into the blog. More and more now I find myself reading with pleasure, taken along by the book, constantly amused and surprised and moved, and not wanting to write about it.

There is even a perfect passage for tonight. A rainbow glimpsed in a vision of a king's visit to the city, a future of promise. A debate by the observers if they should go for a walk outside (perhaps to take a piss) but confronted with the uncertainties of the staticky night. Echoes of the Book of the Dead; glimpses of Egyptian words and names of gods. The heart at risk of being swallowed and lost. Malevolent entities walking about; sheets of fire that impose. But also glimpses at the limpid waters flowing which "arise from a clear springwell" (571). A moment of peace and of being at peace, with the shimmering words and sentences of this book that is coming to an end soon.

The peace in the book, the thought, the experience, the moment, does not always lead to the will to write. When you are spending time with someone in conversation, you would not stop and begin to write: you are doing it right then, you are speaking and expressing. That is how I feel in moments like tonight (they are frequent). There is a charter and a desire to write that I quietly re-up throughout the day and when I read, but it happens that I'm having a conversation with this book and I can't be rude. The communication is happening. Is it lost? If I re-read, re-start the conversation (play it over in my mind in a sense) to that part where the unity was felt the deepest, I can recapture it, drink again from the springwell. If I keep staying right here, on this porch, in this cafe, in this apartment, the conversation could keep going and never die. What about that charter? Is anyone else listening? Do I need to speak to them as well?

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