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Sunday, February 8. 2009
From a talk by Joseph Campbell a few years ago:
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Is he really? Thank you anyway for getting my head started this beautiful 68 degree morning in Florida, sun shining. Now I'm to read a few psalms. Still working towards going back to Mass but down here they seem to be more interested in whether your collection envelope is filled. Hope our Yankee neighbors also enjoy some sunshine today.
If only he'd stopped talking after the first few sentences. It has to have been challenging to have realized fairly early in life that the most significant aspect of one's life is "something" about which one cannot think, let alone talk, and then earn one's renown and living as a professor at one of the Seven Sisters.
It reminds me of the Firesign Theatre's "Nick Danger" riff where Susan says "Oh, Nicky, we can't talk here" and he replies "Wrmph? Urf, wyur bight, le cofmt malk hlre." I don't think that moderns are very comfortable about getting outside that inner dialogue. Music maybe, visual arts, but not "thought."
Just one more day in the theater of the absurd…with every word Cambell speaks I imagine myself liberated from gravity creating a startling sense of physically floating up and away from my desk and into dark spaces lit only by the memories of stars. I shake my head and push away from the desk in front of me and I drag my consciousness back into this place—this reality: this house, a dog, nagging doubt, unpaid bills, the knot in my back that comes from sitting in front of my computer.
Words pulse throughout my mind, coalesce and break apart; Notions rise and fall in the tide of my thoughts and I am no closer to a sense of having understood the context of this moment that has trapped me from my beginnings. I am limited—dust—floating in the glimmering memories of stars.
My thoughts have never soiled the transcendence of reality and I fear I am waiting for Godot. To contemplate this awakens within me a restlessness I have known intimately; It’s a feeling I’ve known throughout my whole life—this god shaped vacuum—and it pushes from the very back of my being to the very front a gorge that lodges in my throat and stifles the hoary grunt of my existence.
Every word that is spoken now falls to the floor. I am serene. I imagine I am dust floating in the glimmering memories of stars.
There’s no more coffee in the house. I’ll have to go out in a bit and get some or I’ll get a headache.
I'm thinking you'll be receiving at least an A+ on your
Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test .
Houston we have a problem.
Major Tom keeps claiming to have found the key and when pressed for an explanation he suggests we should "go ask Alice."
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And you go chasing rabbits
Like that sumbitch above
The Corn Queen will howl
OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!
Pass the mushrooms.....
Ground Control to Beyond Belief.... Anyone out there?
I think he did a Phelps before his talk.
Sinsemilla, hydroponics and a bong and damn it, Campbell's trying to swim the English Channel again. The only way we'll get him back is with a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies, a hoagie and a bottle of Cream Soda.
I knew we'd have mixed responses. I could never be sure whether Campell is (was) full of hot air or deep into the essence.
I wouldn't exclude the possibility that it's both, but I must admit that I'm inclined to be at least a little suspicious of anyone who's idolized by a major figure in the LBJ administration...
"I could never be sure whether Campell is (was) full of hot air or deep into the essence."
The line is barely ever discernible, if you are truly onto something. Listening, I was catapulted back to many LSD-inspired debates at Yale, which some among us would always be glad was over, and still some would desire to continue (we never dosed in groups smaller than 8). I would express relief that we could finally climb around on the many rooftop turrets, goof around on the city streets, and head for the yonder ridgetop. Risking life and limb tripping always seemed easier than yacking these essential truths to death within the confines of extraordinary vocabularies.
I remember once, we were embroiled in a serious conversation in Silliman Hall in which the entire Rosetta Stone of our young lives was about to be fully explained - I was laughing so hard my friend expressed concern that I was crying. A fine line, indeed...
"Risking life and limb tripping always seemed easier than yacking these essential truths to death within the confines of extraordinary vocabularies."
Dang. My hat is off to you for that. I think that pith should be chiseled in stone over the doors of the Capitol. I would change only 'vocabularies' to 'propagandas'....... although now I think on it a bit, you may have it right with 'vocabularies'. Even better, actually considering we'd be going for subtlety.
Joe is a teacher, a writer and most of all he was a great storyteller. The myths he spoke about covered every religion and he was able to make it easy for the regular folk to understand another perspective. He was a Catholic at heart and this video makes him look a bit like a cult leader but it was filmed in the late 70's -80;s. the bill moyers series is great and his book on the Hero is a must read if your into this sort of stuff. I like him and I like the idea of following you bliss if you can find it. It sure beats reading the stimulus bill or listening to Nancy Pelosi talk.
Following your bliss? Do they sell that on Amazon? I could use some because the current reality sucks.
no they do not sell you bliss at amazon and it is too bad. Would be nice to be able to order up some bliss but it is free but you have to find it in yourself, too damn hard most of the time when one is busy paying bills, cleaning up dog poop and just plain ol getting by but if we are lucky and i hope we are we just might bump into it. And no I don';t believe one's bliss is located in church or in the family home although they add to it. I do like listening to stories so I like Joe . It is just that simple. oh yeah I agree reality sucks these days.
cleaning up dog poop and just plain ol getting by but if we are lucky and i hope we are we just might bump into it.
Step 1) Move out to the country and stop picking up dog poop.
seriously considering the move but not sure if the country is answer think i woud rather be near islamorada so i could flyfish and ride the boat out year round and teach in the little ol' elementary school
I have his entire collection of works. I agree with you - stories are marvelous, and he is a good teller.