Tresaith Reflections: Dreams and Shadows
And so I come down to the sea at Tresaith again under a blue sky and an October day that feels like Spring. I have slept and slept as I ponder political and cultural runes in tranquility.
John Masefield's poem Sea Fever arises in the subtext and intertextualities of my psyche. I dream and dream and in one powerful dream I consult my grandmother about her dreams. Its so powerful that it feels lucid. The dream shifts I am riding a bicycle through Ystradgynlais as the gears of my cycle develop problems. I look at them uncomprehendingly and try to fix them vainly. My Father and Grandfather appear and solve the problem. I rude on past the Gorsedd as the flags fly renewed and energised. The metaphor? The meaning is quite clear as I reach back into the ancestral line and take power and perception from the past.....
I consider on waking all that I have experienced the last few months and smile, frown and consider. I have read Naomi Kleins new book 'Doppelganger' and see the conspiracy theories, the condpiritualities all around me that I have heard amongst both the far right, the far out and the New Ager. The diagonalism and the diagnosis of belief and blockage shows that within the memory of history memories are repressed and denied but appearingin the return of the repressed in theories of conspiracies. The myth of the great replacement hides the truth that white Europesns actually replaced through Columbian exchange millions and millions of the natives of the Americas. Every purge,a sacred excuse, every genocide excused , every brutality repressed and reframed. Every Nazi genocide whilst promoted and extended by technology and propaganda was first used by Europeans on natives before Hitler in Belgian Congo and British Empire. The conspiracy theorists nightmares float in the repression of real history and surface as hidden fears amongst the far out and the far right those who know history must do something about it and those who do not invent conspiracy theories opaque and obscured from a collective consciousness are mocked. There was a new age in Weimar prior to Fascism and the theorists are here again as fascism forms newly changed heads of the Hydra .....
Racial profiling becomes the doppelganger of the state and in the febrile and fevered mind of Sue Ellen.. and yet those who build palaces of education and equality for children tares down the walls of future prisons...as Blake said pisons are built with stones of law, brothels with bricks of religion..
Darkness outpaces light and there are Chthonic demons unleashed by culture wars that enter the whirlwind behind October sunshine a staircase of depth, mystery and terror lead to the eclipse..
And here I sit upon the beach and Masefields poetry slices through my mind as I feel a tan develop and I sip my wine and I hear ' a wild call and a clear call that can not be denied' and I hear the wheels click and the winds song...I coming for you racists and bigots I just need a rest as I look out to sea . Enjoy the peace...in Hellenistic thinking our life was a voyage as the guiding planet was the navigator of the journey of life. Mine is Mercury in the First and Ninth house . It is the path of philosophy and politics of love of the exotic and the and the other. Of distant dreams that are yet rooted in rebellion and revolt and though there may be grey days and poor mornings we shall find our way out of the stings of the sea and these haunted later years... this Chardonay is delicious..I was always a Socialist with the taste of good things as we all deserve and will be...and yet past Yom Kippur the Israeli state slaughters the Palestinians and a cold shadow grips my heart as there is no true day of atonement..behind my thoughts of joy lurks the cold shadows of the tyrants...
