May 25, 2007
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A Rite of Spring:
Dance and the SoulFrom Log24 on
this date last year:“May there be an ennui
of the first idea?
What else,
prodigious scholar,
should there be?”– Wallace Stevens,
“Notes Toward a
Supreme Fiction“The Associated Press,
May 25, 2007–Thought for Today:
“I hate quotations.
Tell me what you know.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
This “telling of what
I know” will of course
mean little to those
who, like Emerson,
have refused to learn
through quotations.For those less obdurate
than Emerson –Harold Bloom
on Wallace Stevens
and Paul Valery’s
”Dance and the Soul“–“Stevens
may be playful, yet seriously so, in describing desire, at winter’s
end, observing not only the emergence of the blue woman of early
spring, but seeing also the myosotis, whose other name is
‘forget-me-not.’ Desire, hearing the calendar hymn, repudiates the
negativity of the mind of winter, unable to bear what Valery’s
Eryximachus had called ‘this cold, exact, reasonable, and moderate
consideration of human life as it is.’ The final form of this
realization in Stevens comes in 1950, in The Course of a Particular,
in the great monosyllabic line ‘One feels the life of that which gives
life as it is.’ But even Stevens cannot bear that feeling for long. As
Eryximachus goes on to say in Dance and the Soul:A
cold and perfect clarity is a poison impossible to combat. The real, in
its pure state, stops the heart instantaneously….[...] To a handful
of ashes is the past reduced, and the future to a tiny icicle. The soul
appears to itself as an empty and measurable form. –Here, then, things
as they are come together, limit one another, and are thus chained
together in the most rigorous and mortal* fashion….O Socrates, the universe cannot for one instant endure to be only what it is.Valery’s
formula for reimagining the First Idea is, ‘The idea introduces into
what is, the leaven of what is not.’ This ‘murderous lucidity’ can be
cured only by what Valery’s Socrates calls ‘the intoxication due to
act,’ particularly Nietzschean or Dionysiac dance, for this will rescue
us from the state of the Snow Man, ‘the motionless and lucid
observer.’” –Wallace Stevens: The Poems of Our Climate* “la sorte… la plus mortelle“:
mortal in the sense
“deadly, lethal“Other quotations
(from March 28,
the birthday of
Reba McEntire):
Logical Songs
Logical Song I
(Supertramp)“When I was young, it seemed that
Life was so wonderful, a miracle,
Oh it was beautiful, magical
And all the birds in the trees,
Well they’d be singing so happily,
Joyfully, playfully watching me”Logical Song II
(Sinatra)“You make me feel so young,
You make me feel like
Spring has sprung
And every time I see you grin
I’m such a happy in-
dividual….You and I are
Just like a couple of tots
Running across the meadow
Picking up lots
Of forget-me-nots“
