{"id":22272,"date":"2020-03-06T10:39:41","date_gmt":"2020-03-06T15:39:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=22272"},"modified":"2020-03-06T10:44:44","modified_gmt":"2020-03-06T15:44:44","slug":"in-the-time-of-not-knowing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2020\/03\/in-the-time-of-not-knowing\/","title":{"rendered":"In the Time of Not Knowing"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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[Image: “portrait of ourself (myself being as a time of understanding-with others),” by Stan Bonnar; found on Flickr<\/a>, and used here under a Creative Commons license (thanks!).]<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

From whiskey river<\/em>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Intake Interview<\/strong><\/p>

What is today’s date?<\/p>

Who is the President?<\/p>

How great a danger do you pose, on a scale of one to ten?<\/p>

What does “people who live in glass houses” mean?<\/p>

Every symphony is a suicide postponed, true or false?<\/p>

Should each individual snowflake be held accountable for the avalanche?<\/p>

Name five rivers.<\/p>

What do you see yourself doing in ten minutes?<\/p>

How about some lovely soft Thorazine music?<\/p>

If you could have half an hour with your father, what would you say to him?<\/p>

What should you do if I fall asleep?<\/p>

Are you still following in his mastodon footsteps?<\/p>

What is the moral of “Mary Had a Little Lamb”?<\/p>

What about his Everest shadow?<\/p>

Would you compare your education to a disease so rare no one else has ever had it, or the deliberate extermination of indigenous populations?<\/p>

Which is more puzzling, the existence of suffering or its frequent absence?<\/p>

Should an odd number be sacrificed to the gods of the sky, and an even to those of the underworld, or vice versa?<\/p>

Would you visit a country where nobody talks?<\/p>

What would you have done differently?<\/p>

Why are you here?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Franz Wright [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n

…and:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is a rumor of total welcome among the frosts of the winter morning. Beauty has its purposes, which, all our lives and at every season, it is our opportunity, and our joy, to divine. Nothing outside ourselves makes us desire to do so; the questions, and the striving toward answers, come from within. The field I am looking at is perhaps twenty acres altogether, long and broad. The sun has not yet risen but is sending its first showers over the mountains, a kind of rehearsal, a slant light with even a golden cast. I do not exaggerate. The light touches every blade of frozen grass, which then burns as a particular as well as part of the general view. The still-upright weeds have become wands, encased in a temporary shirt of ice and light. Neither does this first light miss the opportunity of the small pond, or the groups of pine trees. And now: enough of silver, behold the pink, even a vague, unsurpassable flush of pale green. It is the performance of this hour only, the dawning of the day, fresh and ever new. This is to say nothing against afternoons, evenings, or even midnight. Each has its portion of the spectacular. But dawn—dawn is a gift. Much is revealed about a person by his or her passion, or indifference, to this opening of the door of day. No one who loves dawn, and is abroad to see it, could be a stranger to me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Mary Oliver [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

Not from whiskey river<\/em>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don\u2019t Tell Anyone<\/strong><\/p>

We had been married for six or seven years
when my wife, standing in the kitchen one afternoon, told me
that she screams underwater when she swims—<\/p>

that, in fact, she has been screaming for years
into the blue chlorinated water of the community pool
where she does laps every other day. <\/p>

Buttering her toast, not as if she had been
concealing anything,
not as if I should consider myself<\/p>

personally the cause of her screaming,
nor as if we should perform an act of therapy
right that minute on the kitchen table,<\/p>

—casually, she told me,
and I could see her turn her square face up
to take a gulp of oxygen,<\/p>

then down again into the cold wet mask of the unconscious.
For all I know, maybe everyone<\/em> is screaming
as they go through life, silently,<\/p>

politely keeping the big secret
that it is not all fun
to be ripped by the crooked beak<\/p>

of something called psychology<\/em>,
to be dipped down
again and again into time;<\/p>

that the truest, most intimate
pleasure you can sometimes find
is the wet kiss<\/p>

of your own pain.
There goes Kath, at one pm, to swim her twenty-two laps
back and forth in the community pool;<\/p>

—what discipline she has!
Twenty-two laps like twenty-two pages,
that will never be read by anyone.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Tony Hoagland [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n

…and:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lilacs on My Birthday<\/strong> <\/p>

The flowerets look edible before they open,
like columns of sugar dots on tiny strips
I bought as a child. Hard to bite the candy without<\/p>

some paper adhering, as adding machine tape will
to large, red numbers. Lilacs are like that: another year
unspools without major accomplishment,<\/p>

while I question “major” and “accomplishment.”
And when I find in Costco those clusters
of pointillist pastel, I hope they will become<\/p>

someone else’s nostalgia—honorable emotion
propelling Ulysses toward Ithaca, and a woman
to set lilacs in her dooryard as her mother did. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Joyce Peseroff [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n

…and<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If we were not able or did not desire to look in any new direction, if we did not have a doubt or recognize ignorance, we would not get any new ideas. There would be nothing worth checking, because we would know what is true. So what we call scientific knowledge today is a body of statements of varying degrees of certainty. Some of them are most unsure; some of them are nearly sure; but none is absolutely certain. Scientists are used to this. We know that it is consistent to be able to live and not know. Some people say, “How can you live without knowing?” I do not know what they mean. I always live without knowing.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Richard Feynman [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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