No.16: love and death (+ Terry Riley, Yogi Berra, Malcolm Lowry)
That which reveals itself and fills us up is also that which takes everything away.
A few days ago, Lucy and I were lying in bed, both of us very full, and these words came to me: ‘Going nowhere, coming from nowhere. Having nothing, lacking nothing.’ This applies equally to love and death, which, by that very token, have to be different names for each other.
And here are some links.
So let’s say it again. The hit throws us into the drama – that which puts things (and us) in their place and gives them life. Then we have to be true to it. How to do that? By entering the world that the hit reveals.
Invention and revelation are the same freedom. That’s the hit. And the world that it throws us into? You’re in it right now.
takes away (p.1)
We are not talking here about something you’ve found but something that found you. Something that takes your breath away as soon as it hits you.
taken away (p.112)
(T)he ride through a world where nothing is earned or deserved. It’s all given – or taken away.
Like all hits, when you’re in it, it’s everything; when you’re not, it is mysterious, unknowable. It’s always like that, however many times you’ve been hit.
But being stolen away, like everything associated with the hit, is ambivalent. You’re simultaneously dazed and excited, knocked flat and set free.
Everything is right there in front of you like the look of the Beloved – which reminds me of Rilke when he says that loving someone “calls us to become world for the sake of another…calls us to vast distances.”
Everything is within reach – as long as our hands are empty.
This is what going beyond does to us: the boundaries fall away. We find ourselves full – all dimensions and all the forms in them, regardless of quality. The world pushes quality aside. Just being there is enough.
The very first and the very last are conjoined. You find it everywhere. There is nowhere else.
This is really the highest point of music for me: to become in a place where there is no desire, no craving, no wanting to do anything else. It is the best place you have ever been and yet there is nothing there. (Terry Riley)
But there’s one thing we need to know: we’re being fashioned. And what is the greatest fashioner of forms? Love. It never lets you go.
Very few are capable of living on a scale that encompasses life’s deep song: birth, death, helplessness, vastness.
Death doesn’t threaten. He doesn’t have to.
This phrase arose spontaneously in my mind when I saw this photo.
I don’t know what this does to you – but it sure as hell
scares the life out of me.