Chrysanthemum Under the Waves

by Maggie Umber

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“The unheimlich, or “unhomely” as the “uncanny,” is per- ceived wherever we are reminded of our inner tendency to yield to obsessive patterns of action. Overruling the pleasure principle, the daemonic in oneself yields to a “repetition compulsion.” A man and a woman meet, scarcely talk, enter into a covenant of mutual rendings; re- hearse again what they find they have known together be- fore, and yet there was no before.”

“Night brings each solitary brooder the apparent recom- pense of a proper back-ground, even as Death, which they so wrongly dread, properly befriends all strong poets. Leaves become muted cries, and actual cries are not heard. Continuities start with the dawn, and no poet qua poet could afford to heed Nietzsche’s great injunc-tion: “Try to live as though it were morning.” As poet, the ephebe must try to live as though it were midnight, a sus- pended midnight. For the ephebe’s first sensation, as newly incarnated poet, is that of having been thrown, out- ward and downward, by the same glory whose apprehen- sion found him, and made him a poet. The ephebe’s first realm is ocean, or by the side of ocean, and he knows he reached the element of water through a fall. What is in- stinctual in him would hold him there, but the antitheti- cal impulse will bring him out and send him inland, questing for the fire of his own stance.”— Harold Bloom