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Psalm I.4
After searching among the words, and never finding ease, I went to you, I asked you to gladden my heart. My prayer divided against itself, I was ashamed to have been deceived again, and bitterly, in the midst of loud defead, I went out myself to gladden the heart. I was here that I found my will, a fragile thing, starving among ferns and women and snakes, I said to my will, ‘Come, let us make ourselves ready to be touched by the angel of song,’ and suddently I was once again on the bed of defeat in the middle of the night, begging for mercy, searching among the words. With the two shields of bitterness and hope, I rose up carefully, and I went out of the house to rescue the angel of song from the place where she had chained herself to her nakedness. I covered her nakedness with my will, and we stood in the kingdom that shines toward you, where Adam is mysteriously free, and I searched among the words for words that would not bend the will away from you.
Interviewer- You speak about will in Book of Mercy. There’s one psalm about will and it seems to be a wall that prevents something happening or some opening of a channel.
LC- Well, we sense that there is a will that is behind all things, and we’re also aware of our own will, and it’s the distance between those two wills that creates the mystery that we call religion. It is the attempt to reconcile our will with another will that we can’t quite put our finger on, but we feel is powerfull and existent. It’s the space between those two wills that creates our predicament.
Interviewer- I am struck, in Book of Mercy, by the relative absence of will. One of course needs a thread of will to pray. One even needs a thread of will to write a psalm.
LC- Those are really ticklish questions. I think you put your finger on it. Somehow, in some way, we have to be a reflection of the will that is behind the whole mess. When you describe the outer husk of that will which is yours, which is your own tiny will – in all things mostly to succeed, to dominate, to influence, to be the king – when that will under certain conditions destroys itself, we come into contact with another will which seems to be much more authentic, But to reach that authentic will, our little will has to undergo a lot of battering. And it’s not appropriate that our little will should be destroyed too often because we need it to interact with all the other little wills.
From time to time things arrange themselves in such a way that that tiny will is annihilated, and then you’re thrown back into a kind of silence until you can make contact with another authentic thrust of your being. And we call that prayer when we can affirm it. It happens rarely, but it happens in Book of Mercy, and that’s why I feel it’s kind of to one side, because I don’t have any ambitions towards leading a religious life or a saintly life or a life of prayer. It’s not my nature. I’m out on the street hustling with all the other wills. But from time to time you’re thrown back to the point where you can’t locate your tiny will, shere it isn’t functioning, and then you’re invited to find another source of energy.
Interviewer- You have to rediscover the little wills in order to take up various positions again.
LC- Yeah, that’s right. The various positions are the positions of the little will.
Interviewer- Has there been another time in your work where you have discovered the will, where you have abandoned the little wills?
LC- Well, I think that in writing, when you’re cooking as a writer, it is a destruction of the little will… you are operating on some other fuel. But there are all kinds of writing. There are people like Charles Bukowski who make that tiny will glorious, and that’s a kind of writing that I like very much: a writing in which there is no reference to anything beyond the individual’s own predicament, his own mess, his own struggle. We don’t really live in Sunday school, and Book of Mercy is Sunday school. It’s a good little book and it’s a good little Sunday school, but it isn’t something that I could honestly stand behind all the time. I certainly wouldn’t want to stand behind it publicly. It is that curious thing; a private book that has a public possibility. But it’s not my intention to become known as a writer of prayers.
lizzytysh wrote:I'm beginning to conclude that all those years, these last couple of centuries, when you men retired to the drawing room to smoke your pipes and cigars and engage in male conversation,
~ Lizzy
With the two shields of bitterness and hope, I rose up carefully, and I went out of the house to rescue the angel of song from the place where she had chained herself to her nakedness.
And may the spirit of this song,
may it rise up pure and free.
May it be a shield for you,
a shield against the enemy.
– In this sorrowful landscape that you describe, what is the proper place and role for a human being?
Our role consists of looking for our place and our role. But ultimately we all must face the feeling of defeat.
– Defeat of what or opposed by whom?
Defeat of your aspirations, your intentions.
– What intentions fall to defeat?
All.
– Is this truly what you believe?
Yes, although I sing in the song (»A Thousand Kisses Deep«): »And summoned now to deal / With your invincible defeat.« We live our lives as if they are real, although we know they are not. We live our lives (as it says in the title) a thousand kisses deep, that is, with an essential intuitive knowledge. But that knowledge sometimes evaporates. When that happens and one lives life thinking it is real, it is painful. But if one lives as if it is real, it is not easy, but simple and clear.
– What should be our objective then, to live a simple life?
I would not dare say what should be the objective of a human being because it is not revealed to us. To know our purpose or the significance of our existence is not within our reach. Our objective, if there is one, is to relax our search for meaning, because it is not attainable.
– We must accept that it is not revealed to us.
We have nothing to do.
– »It is in love that we are made; / In love we disappear.« Love is our essence?
Yes, but it is not personal love.
– What is it then?
It is impersonal. It is not ours. We are the expression of love. Our birth is an expression of impersonal love. And our death is a return to that impersonal love.
– Why do you say it is impersonal? It unites people.
Because it is not romantic. Nor possessive. It is a general love, in the sense that it is extended to all. It is absolute.
– Then why are we walking around so mistaken in our belief that love is romantic?
Because we are made to think this, to think that it is real, that it is ours, that we have it, that we direct it and that we control it.
– In another song you sing, »That I am not the one who loves – / It's love that seizes me.« (»You Have Loved Enough«) We are the instruments of love in this life?
Yes. It is very complex and beautifully designed, but we are instruments of a will that is not our own. However, the intention and the purpose of that will, we cannot know.
A Thousand Kisses Deep is that fundamental intuitive understanding, usually wordless, which is beyond opinion and belief. It is the unspoken conviction that things are unfolding according to a pattern that the intellect or the emotions cannot discern. This conviction is accompanied by a loosening of the unconditional affirmation that an individual entity exists and that it determines its own fate.
A Thousand Kisses Deep is that fundamental intuitive understanding, usually wordless, which is beyond opinion and belief. It is the unspoken conviction that things are unfolding according to a pattern that the intellect or the emotions cannot discern. This conviction is accompanied by a loosening of the unconditional affirmation that an individual entity exists and that it determines its own fate.
Raphael: What words do you find yourself using now that you didn't use before you went into the Buddhist monestary?
LC: Dear Raphael, horrible words like "manifestation" and "the complete self".
DB Cohen wrote:Nor can I agree with a deterministic view, saying that everything is determined for us by an outside force, and that we have no real choice in what we do (and I’m not sure that LC is actually saying that, although he comes awfully close).
he said something like that choice is to be the exact thing you avoided to be your whole life
LC : That's what it's all about. It says that none of this - you're not going to be able to work this thing out - you're not going to be able to set - this realm does not admit to revolution - there's no solution to this mess. The only moment that you can live here comfortably in these absolutely irreconcilable conflicts is in this moment when you embrace it all and you say 'Look, I don't understand a fucking thing at all - Hallelujah! That's the only moment that we live here fully as human beings.
– »It is in love that we are made; / In love we disappear.« Love is our essence?
Yes, but it is not personal love.
– What is it then?
It is impersonal. It is not ours. We are the expression of love. Our birth is an expression of impersonal love. And our death is a return to that impersonal love.
– Why do you say it is impersonal? It unites people.
Because it is not romantic. Nor possessive. It is a general love, in the sense that it is extended to all. It is absolute.
– Then why are we walking around so mistaken in our belief that love is romantic?
Because we are made to think this, to think that it is real, that it is ours, that we have it, that we direct it and that we control it.
one of the things he says is something like we have certain expectations of ourselves that we feel guilty we have not fulfilled, but (I wrote this part down) "the deeper courage was to stand guiltless in the predicament in which you find yourself". He also says, "You abandon your masterpiece and sink into the real masterpiece". And somewhere else in the film he repeats something he says in one of the older films (Harry Rasky?), quoting from the Bhagavad Gita, "You will never untangle the circumstances that brought you to this moment. Embrace your fate."
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