Hey, Les.
Long time no scribble. Pardonnez moi, svp. Many changes in my life over the past few months.
I’ve found a new cave. It’s near the water, not too high up, high ceilings (can you say “cathedral”?). Northern exposure, and in a bit of a valley, so there’s not too much direct sun. But that’s jake with me.
I was reading Paul Auster again. I know, I know. But the title—Man in the Dark—spoke to me. I won’t labor the narrative details, but it’s about a man divided between two worlds, two ways of life. One was prompted by recollections of violence, a race riot, about which the narrator says the following:
That was my war. Not a real war, perhaps, but once you witness violence on that scale, it isn’t difficult to imagine something worse, and once your mind is capable of doing that, you understand that the worst possibilities of the imagination are the country you live in. Just think if, and chances are it will happen.
The country we live in is comprised of the worst possibilities of our imagination. Now, that’s a thought to either keep us hunkered down in our dark spaces, or make us confront the darkness to dispel it while denying the abyss, the Mariana Trench of our imaginations. Which way do we go?
Yrs,
OG (forgot how to sign my name, it’s been so long)
Without stirring abroad, One can know the whole world; Without looking out of the window One can see the way of heaven. The further one goes The less one knows.
Lao Tzu
Whoa. A Paul Auster novel about living in two worlds.
Thanks Jimmy. The universe in a grain of sand, bro. Lao Tzu, and Emily Dickinson, and god knows how many others grasp the glory of the interior landscape.
The arts and sciences,
and a thousand appliances
the wind that blows
is all that any body knows.
And we’re back to H.D. Thoreau and his circle yet again. Round and round we go. Don’t give up, Charles; the circular journey is still motion. And no circle is perfect. Thanks for reading, I’m glad we can gratify.
OG (or, to Sarcastro, “oh, gee!”)
BTW, Les, The Moviegoer is miraculous. Goes right to the vacuum at the heart of New Orleans, the force that sucks your soul away, and it ain’t Anne Rice’s Lestat who’s running it. Percy mines the bitter ballast of those rolling good times in a hallucinatory book.
Osage, welcome back.
You know me, I’m all for hunkering down in the darkness – if not a cave then at least a cool movie theater.
In this review of Man in the Dark in The Independent, there is a reference to Walker Percy’s novel, The Moviegoer. This got me to pick up the book and track down this gem:
Which way to go, indeed.
So good to have Osage and Lester back. This thing ain’t worth reading without ’em. An exchange of literary quotes is a good restart.
I realize that you gentlemen would rather repose and ponder in the moist dark womb of the cave but some of us, like August Brill, don’t sleep. There’s always the fear of a stone left unturned. Can’t have that. In fact, I have recently abandoned refuge and find myself lost in the elements. There never was a map so the journey is taxing. Then again there’s the annoying little fact that there’s nowhere to go, just an intense craving for self gratification, the only refuge I have left.
Regardless, it’s just damn good to hear from y’all again.
-Charles
yo, Osage, Lester, Alec…
thinking of u cat’s last week when i saw a doc on this area….a place in Atalia where the ENTIRE village lives in caves…called ghost homes…and i thought, fuck, gotta tell LBM staff about it…maybe that’s where Osage has been?…
they’re located in Cappadoia…Turkey
a perfect place for a honeymoon for LBMers…
http://www.joyandjeff.com/Turkey2008/Cappadocia%20houses.jpg
http://www.cappadociacavehotels.com/en/information/cave-houses-of-capapdocia.48.html
cheers
running
bob
p.s. love Percy…and as for auster (have read most of his stuff), prefer ‘the invention of solitude’…but ny triology, leviathan and book of illusions aint bad :))
Les and I visited Cappadocia once. Or did we just imagine it? Thanks for thinking of us, Bob.
http://www.lascaux.culture.fr/?lng=en#/en/02_00.xml