II. Fastnacht, Bern, March 7, 1987 (William Irwin Thompson)


Bij Carnaval


Carnival door David Ter-Avanesyan, 2011



II. Fastnacht, Bern, March 7, 1987
For Ralph Abraham

We, on the other side of dreamless sleep,
Still live out wholly unknown, enormous
Intangent, galactically extended lives;
And we’re not supposed to know otherwise.
If only for one night I’d like to be
Other-wise, to see undark and entire
Eros, to look back at Eurydice
To know what other god she beds down.
Earth’s flowers cannot twist to see their stems,
Even our moon has its darkness all turned out,
And mind is strapped to know what god intends
On riding the saddle of our time-bound thought.
In the night-time half is there another half,
Nesting like those painted Russian dolls?
Then each half could contain another whole
Half-life relatively timed in fractals.
Well, there’s Einstein’s House across the street,
And here’s the crowd in which I am content
To say farewell to flesh, hello to Lent,
Unmasked, ordinary, not even indiscreet.
If each half of a half is never breached,
For all the other lives inside of me,
Then each creature dreams asymptotically
Until fractal infinity is finely reached.
Coiled in the smallest possible fragments spring,
Abundant in every dream-drenched sod –
den piece of life becoming everything,
The brute fact possible remains of God.
In other words, we’re everybody every night
And live all the lives there are at once,
Rich man, poor whore, wise man, and dunce,
And only then come dumb again in light.
When we finally guess who we really con
It’s bound to be good for a good long laugh;
Small wonder we like carnival’s riff-raff,
Pretending with masks to put each other on.


William Irwin Thompson (Chicago, 16 juli 1938)



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