Strange Wordings

Thoughts on fantasy, science fiction and genre writing in general . . . stuff that's strange.

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These Blogs are largely about the process of coercing words out of my head (at times I convince myself that I am a novelist). Thoughts about current reading and/or fantasy literature and writing in general may disgorge at random.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Romancing the Rational

Go here, read this, tell me it does not make you doubt . . .

And obviously the emotion of duality resonates within me, blood and ideation, flesh and spirit, hunger and indifference -- the beginning and the end. But the one thing that Duncan misses, so far as I can see, is the paradox, the unity of the dual, the lie of separateness.

Or perhaps he comes close, alluding to the unity here,

The Modernist looking up into the heavens today sees the stars and planets, sun and moon, cycles of seasons, months and days measured in time that warps and twists, sees cycles of centuries, precessions of equinoxes, processions of arcane symbols still alive in the imagination, symbols of ancient civilisations now in ruins, the whole cosmos not as clock and calendar but as a new deep, a new abyss, a new wilderness where the only real frame is the edge of the watering hole we stand outside of, children of kings and animals, leaning down to be surprised at our own reflection, seeing ourselves against that backdrop, looking for the eternal moment where essence and existence collide and collude in a Rational Romanticism, a Romantic Rationalism.

Yes, that eternal moment, the only moment ever here and ever now where essence and existence are one. The thorn, after all, has its rose.

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