not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

untitled


From: Diario de Poeta y Mar,  "Rose of the Sea", by Juan Ramón Jiménez
(translated by James Wright)

The white moon takes the sea away from the sea
and gives it back to the sea.  Beautiful,
conquering by means of the pure and tranquil,
the moon compels the truth to delude itself
that it is truth become whole, eternal, solitary,
though it is not so.

                            Yes,

                                   Divine plainness,
you pierce the familiar certainty, you place
a new soul into whatever is real.
Unpredictable rose! you took the rose away
from the rose, and you could give back
the rose to the rose.

13 comments:

  1. Love of pic. Mr Jimenez's piece speaks to the depth he believe's is the truth of One in all unbeknownst to us mortals. He's inspired by the Moon's reflection upon the sea. This is how I understand this piece.

    Gracias for sharing mi amiga

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. i think there is this, marco, and a deeper meaning that perhaps we can not completely understand - this being the point of it.

      there is a pure quality to Juan Ramón Jiménez's poem for me, as though he doesn't want to sully the world with his conscience. but this is ironic, isn't it, since he wrote the poem:)

      (how you and i share this view of oneness with mr. Jiménez.)

      xo
      erin

      Delete
  2. this is a stunning photograph.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. thank you, tom. it was a stunning place at the edge of day.

      xo
      erin

      Delete
  3. Is this, then, the answer to my question in the previous comment (previous post)? :)

    the moon compels the truth to delude itself
    that it is truth become whole, eternal, solitary,
    though it is not so.


    We have to remember that all is transitory, and somewhere in this is the truth, I suppose.

    A lovely, lovely poem and translation. Thanks to James.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. ruth, i have to laugh a little at myself because i don't think that i can manage to line up all Jiménez's words and understand this in a linear way. i feel as though if he were in my kitchen now he would say, ok, erin, the truth is a bowl and i would pick up a colander and say, yes! but i think this is a part of it, as well, that which he tries to translate to us - that we are always and only translating truth, even in what we perceive.

      but please, if you can line things up and speak them in a sentence, tell me!:)

      xo
      erin

      Delete
  4. i had wondering how your pond might be, after seeing James's pond (this is a mystery, how there is not one pond, but thousands, myriads of ponds, coming into being with each soul, and each different moment of the soul)... it is dark and endless, night enfolding one's skin, with light piercing through here and there, revealing, giving birth, painfully, to beauty (which is the same with truth, no?), constantly pulled back into darkness only to be revealed again... awe.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. there are countless ponds and perhaps only one too. and maybe even none.

      i know your fascination with the multitudes of perception but i have to play devil's advocate just a little, because it is my nature, and too, because i believe that it is equally the truth. what if all of us people are only one? or none? this seems (and how can it? and yet it does) equally true to the incredible specificity of each person's reality. i think of your sensual view of the world and i hold a photograph of yours in my hands. but as i withdraw and withdraw and withdraw and with distance achieve, perhaps, clarity, i wonder of any variance at all. perhaps instead of bodies we are but one substance.

      and yet and yet and yet...

      i only begin to know each side of this.

      but i want to come back, closer to our hands, and say, yes, how strange! how remarkable! the variance in perception. is this not the shadow we cast in the world?!

      xo
      erin

      Delete
  5. Replies
    1. absolutely!!!!)))

      and because it is, it really is, i do not understand why we are so busy exercising our bulk on the other side of the equation of existence, destroying our natural world and one another. wtf? we're not so smart sometimes.

      xo
      erin

      Delete

"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))