Musing on words and space

[thebiggest]

A quote from Bachelard's, The Poetics of Space, my current brain bender. It's fun to think/dream in his verboscape. Are we poets or philosophers? Do we allow ourselves to be either? Has stress/life/grad school put a stop to both? Is the leisure which allows for "sacred" contemplation no longer available

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A completely different topic...

[dansr]

Are the rumours true about the spring?

Words, creativity, and sacred space: ascent and descent

[michaeb]

Some of the earliest known Jewish mystical texts ("Merkabah" or "chariot" mysticism, predating by up to a thousand years the medieval development of Kabbalah) consist largely of technical instructions for the meditative, shamanistic journey from earth to heaven through levels of palaces and gates, one key element of which is the proper combination and recombination of obscure names and words. There are occasional narrative and explanatory passages, such as the following

Re: Words, creativity, and sacred space: ascent and descent

[thebiggest]

Heya,

I've been reading your response for the last couple of days and every time I come up against the same thing that I do when faced with all mystical and trasncendental writing. I feel locked out-to use another house/space metaphor. I guess that while I may be contemplative, I'm just not mystical. Too mundance I guess. I've also noticed that while I do appreciate poetry, it's not usually the genre that I think in or related to the best. Perhaps I think to much and experience to little. Which is perhaps why I like the Bachelard so much. It's almost a prose version of the poem that you presented. I'm feeling very pedestrian today.