{"id":28112,"date":"2025-03-28T10:08:08","date_gmt":"2025-03-28T14:08:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=28112"},"modified":"2025-03-28T10:08:15","modified_gmt":"2025-03-28T14:08:15","slug":"lie-perfectly-still-and-look-only-inward","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2025\/03\/lie-perfectly-still-and-look-only-inward\/","title":{"rendered":"Lie Perfectly Still and Look Only Inward"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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[Image: “The Moss Islands,” by John E. Simpson. (Photo shared here under a Creative Commons License; for more information, see\u00a0this page<\/a>\u00a0at\u00a0<\/em><\/em>RAMH.)<\/em>]<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

From wh<\/a><\/em>iskey river’s commonplace book<\/a><\/em>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Wean Yourself<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Little by little, wean yourself.
This is the gist of what I have to say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From an embryo, whose nourishment comes in the blood,
move to an infant drinking milk,
to a child on solid food,
to a searcher after wisdom,
to a hunter of more invisible game.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Think of how it is to have a conversation with an embryo.
You might say, “The world outside is vast and intricate.
There are wheatfields and mountain passes,
and orchards in bloom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At night there are millions of galaxies, and in sunlight
the beauty of friends dancing at a wedding.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You ask the embryo why he, or she, stays cooped up
in the dark with eyes closed.
Listen to the answer.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is no “other world,”
I only know what I’ve experienced.
You must be hallucinating.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Jalaluddin Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n

…and:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Do you think I know what I’m doing?
That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself?
As much as a pen knows what it’s writing,
or a ball can guess where it’s going next.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Jalaluddin Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n

…and (second paragraph):<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Red flag, red-light district, red-blooded, Red Cross, red herring, red-bait, red-eye, red man, red-hot, red-faced—these are all variations on a theme that goes far beyond the simple association of color and word. To make these images, we must pass the words through our own consciousness and particularity. And in this act of trying to know something else in its specificity, our own particularity is likewise revealed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some people fear seeing or feeling anything about which there is no general agreement. For others, it is thrilling to be aware of innuendo, shading, complexity. For those who do not wish to step away from consensus, the creative is useless at best; at worst, it is dangerous. But for those who are intrigued by the multiplicity of reality and the unique possibilities of their own vision, the creative is the path they must pursue.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Deena Metzger [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From elsewhere:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It takes a while for our experience to sift through our consciousness. For instance, it is hard to write about being in love in the midst of a mad love affair. We have no perspective. All we can say is, “I\u2019m madly in love,” over and over again. It is also hard to write about a city we just moved to; it’s not yet in our body. We don’t know our new home, even if we can drive to the drugstore without getting lost. We have not lived through three winters there or seen the ducks leave in fall and return to the lake in spring. Hemingway wrote about Michigan while sitting in a caf\u00e9 in Paris. “Maybe away from Paris I could write about Paris as in Paris I could write about Michigan. I did not know it was too early for that because I did not know Paris well enough.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Our senses by themselves are dumb. They take in experience, but they need the richness of sifting for a while through our consciousness and through or whole bodies. I call this \u201ccomposting.\u201d Our bodies are garbage heaps: we collect experience, and from the decomposition of the thrown-out eggshells, spinach leaves, coffee grounds, and old steak bones of our minds come nitrogen, heat, and very fertile soil. Out of this fertile soil bloom our poems and stories. But this does not come all at once. It takes time. Continue to turn over and over the organic details of your life until some of them fall through the garbage of discursive thoughts to the solid ground of black soil.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Natalie Goldberg [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n

…and:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Filming the Doomsday Clock<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We were told that the cloud cover was a blanket
about to settle into the shape of the present
which, if we wanted to imagine it
as a person, would undoubtedly look startled\u2014
as after a verbal berating
or in advance of a light pistol-whipping.
The camera came and went, came and went,
like a masked man trying to light a too-damp fuse.
The crew was acting like a litter of mimics
trying to make a killing.
Anything to fill the vacuum of time.
The wind whirred and tracked the clouds.
The credits, we were told, would take the form
of a semi-scrawl, urban-sprawl, graffiti-style
typography. The soundtrack would include
instrumental versions of “Try a Little Tenderness.”
Our handler, who was walking backward
in order to maintain constant eye contact with us,
nearly stumbled over a girl in a sheath and pearls
who was misting a shelf of hothouse flowers.
While the two apologized to each other,
we stood and watched the fine spray settle
over the leaves and drip onto the floor.
On the way out, we passed a door
with a small window reinforced with wired glass
through which we could see a nurse
positioning a patient on a table. We swore
afterward we’d heard her say, “Lie perfectly still
and look only inward.” A clock chimed and
as the others were audibly counting backwards
from five to zero, I thought I heard someone say,
“Now let go of this morbid attachment to things.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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

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