Rooted Sky 2007 - I. Inhabiting the Air
Revealing the Source Words put one off for hours sometimes; sometimes, for years. Take, for instance, "culture". No flag can really give it form; no flaunted skill or costume. Even if one would see beyond his own language, ripe and full, he could not hold it. To jostle such a word from the imperium of mind to the stability of rock or, even, of skin, a man needs to travel into himself miles; for popped (as words proclaim we are) away from the Gutenberg Galaxy, we will not let its stars be symbols now but must have each one as it is - our imaginations have changed. Artists painted their mythic lives on the walls of caves; musicians, on the winds; dancers, from the rooted earth through nimble bones; poets, in constellations of words. imagination / miles For this language, "culture" began as adoration and the wheel and the tillage of land; religion, science, art. Caught in today, imaginations have not changed; they have only forgotten.
[ "Revealing the Source" was originally published in Yes. ] ------- Brian A. J. Salchert