The Quest for
the Fiction of an Absolute: The Mystic's Movement from Ancient
Sacrifice to Supreme Fiction in Wallace Stevens
Michael Bryson
It
may very well be impossible, as J. Hillis Miller asserts in his Poets
of Reality, "to find a single systematic theory of
poetry and life in Stevens" (259). Some of the prevailing
critical views of Stevens' work characterize him as an
"atheist" (Pearce 415) whose work affirms "the
firm dignity of the merely natural man" (Bloom 76). David
Jarraway, in his Wallace Stevens and the Question of Belief,
writes about a Stevens figured as a proto-deconstructionist,
insisting on "Steven's insistence on dismantling the
logocentric models of belief" (311) in "An Ordinary
Evening in New Haven." In opposition to these readings
comes a work like Janet McCann's Wallace Stevens Revisited:
"The Celestial Possible", in which the claim is
made (speaking of the post-1940 period of Stevens' life) that
"God preoccupied him for the rest of his career."
Stevens' poetry "considers God as change, God as the
glorified self, God as a Zen-like presence in absence, and God
as imagination-no longer the interior paramour but what he
describes in a late poem as the 'external master of
knowledge'" (2). It is this latter reading that informs
much of what follows.
The
"God" over which Stevens expends so much poetic
energy, especially in his Adagia from Opus Posthumous,
is no longer figured as the Judeo-Christian deity of his
Protestant youth, but it is a nearly-constant presence (even a
presence-as-absence) in Stevens' poetry. In tracing this figure,
the quest for "the fiction of an absolute" can be seen
as Stevens' central preoccupation, while his search for the
"absolute," central," and "essential"
poem appears as a life-long attempt to answer the pensive
question of "Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction": What
am I to believe? The attempted answers Stevens tenders in
his later poetry owe much to the tropes of mysticism, or what
Aldous Huxley dubbed the Perennial Philosophy. Considered from
this point of view, Stevens was our mystic, our Al-Hallaj, our
Eckhart; where Stevens differs most importantly from such
figures is his (mis)fortune to be born into an age no longer
able to believe easily or casually. However, such figures as
those mentioned above never believe easily or casually.
Where Stevens most closely resembles such figures may be seen in
his poetic struggle, in his assertion that, "It is the
belief and not the god that counts" (Opus 162).
I
Stevens'
"Sunday Morning" represents a struggle with the loss
of belief in the Christian God. Here, perhaps, David Jarraway's
deconstructing Stevens can be seen most clearly. Whereas the
search, in "An Ordinary Evening," of Professor
Eucalyptus for "god in the rainy cloud" (Palm
339), and "God in the object itself" (Palm
340), and the insistence--early in "Notes Toward a Supreme
Fiction"--on "perceiving the idea / Of this invention
. . . . / Washed in the remotest cleanliness of a heaven / That
has expelled us and our images" (Palm 207) certainly
lend themselves to being read as attempts to dismantle
logocentric models of belief, "Sunday Morning"
presents the loss and/or emptying of the Christian God in terms
that do not require a familiarity with poststructural theory to
grasp.
The
poem begins with a woman (a female consciousness present in many
of Stevens' poems, one that often seems to function as a kind of
anima figure) luxuriating in "complacencies of the
peignor, and late / Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,"
while "the green freedom of a cockatoo" mingles with
the coffee and oranges "to dissipate / The holy hush of
ancient sacrifice"; her luxury is tinged with a pensive
quality, however, as she "feels the dark / Encroachment of
that old catastrophe" and passes with "dreaming feet /
Over the seas, to silent Palestine, / Dominion of the blood and
sepulchre" (Palm 5). The failure-or refusal-of the
woman to attend church on a Sunday morning, but to instead stay
home and enjoy the ordinary, yet somehow transcendent pleasures
of an ordinary, yet somehow transcendent morning signals the
break with the God of Palestine; the dreaming return "to
silent Palestine" manifests the internal struggle over such
a break.
The
second section portrays the argument with a second, probably
masculine voice (a figure that may be seen as a kind of animus
figure, as both anima and animus, feminine and
masculine voices in the poem may be seen as different aspects of
a single consciousness) that asks, "Why should she give her
bounty to the dead? / What is divinity if it can come / Only in
silent shadows and dreams?" (Palm 5) Indeed, what
good is a divinity that is only an image? If the divine
cannot answer the demand of Thomas, if Christ will not or cannot
show the "mark of the nails in his hands" (John
20:25), then "what is divinity?" Instead of embracing
such a cipher of divinity, she should embrace herself:
"Divinity must live within herself: / Passions of rain, or
moods in falling snow . . . . / All pleasures and all
pains" (Palm 5).
The
third section moves on to a kind of abridged history of Western
notions of the divine: "Jove in the clouds had his inhuman
birth"; "He moved among us . . . . / Until our blood,
commingling, virginal, / With heaven, brought such requital to
desire / The very hinds discerned it, in a star" (Palm
6). Moving from Greece to Palestine, from the many gods of
polytheism to the One God of monotheism, in two sentences, the
poem then asks whether our blood will fail: "Shall our
blood fail? Or shall it come to be / The blood of paradise? And
shall the earth / Seem all of paradise that we shall know?"
(Palm 6) What, asks the poem, will happen once we leave
the God of Palestine just as we once left the gods of Olympus?
Shall our blood fail? Shall our "fiction of an
absolute" wither away and we prove unable to replace or
reconceive it? Or shall our blood "come to be the blood of
paradise?" Shall we move into the central position to which
we have previously assigned our gods? If the answer to this
latter question is yes, "The sky will be much friendlier
then than now, / A part of labor and a part of pain, / And next
in glory to enduring love, / Not this dividing and indifferent
blue" (Palm 6). The sky will no longer divide, but
join heaven and earth, becoming fully our own as the microcosm
and macrocosm are united in us as ours becomes "the blood
of paradise."
The
fourth section returns to the feminine perspective as questions
of impermanence disturb the perhaps too-idyllic and too-romantic
notions of apotheosis of the previous section. "When the
birds are gone, and their warm fields / return no more, where,
then, is paradise?" (Palm 6) The masculine voice
responds with assurances of a permanence that transcends the
personal: "There is no haunt of prophecy, / Nor any old
chimera of the grave,/ . . . . nor cloudy palm / Remote on
heaven's hill, that has endured / As April's green endures; or
will endure" (Palm 6). No religious or metaphysical
idea has lasted, or will last, as long as the cycles of April's
annual greening of the earth; no haunt of prophecy or chimera of
the grave or cloudy palm (all of which are, or can easily be
read as, Judeo-Christian images) will last as long as the
ordinary yet transcendent reality of the earth itself.
This
fails to comfort the feminine voice, however, as the fifth
section professes "The need of some imperishable
bliss" (Palm 6). The masculine response is a praise
of death: "Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, /
Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams / And our
desires" (Palm 7). Death may strew "the leaves
/ Of sure obliteration on our paths," but it also
"makes the willow shiver in the sun / For maidens" and
"causes boys to pile new plums and pears" before the
maidens who "taste / And stray impassioned in the littering
leaves" (Palm 7). Death and desire are intimately
related; Eros and Thanatos together weave the tapestry of
transience and impermanence that is the cycle of life. Death
clears away the withering remnants of the old and, through
desire, provides the replacement in the new in a continuous
cycle that is ultimately the cause of all beauty and all
ugliness, all pleasure and all pain, all life.
The
cycle of change, the whirling wheel of ripening fruition and
decay, is shown as necessary by the portrayal of stasis in the
poem's sixth section. "Is there no change of death in
paradise?" asks the masculine voice. "Does ripe fruit
never fall?" The image of "rivers like our own that
seek for seas / They never find, the same receding shores / That
never touch with inarticulate pang" (Palm 7)
presents death as a consummation devoutly to be wished, a return
to the ultimate mother Death, "Within whose burning bosom
we devise / Our earthly mothers waiting, sleeplessly" (Palm
7).
This
idea of death as a return, a reunion, is one of our most common
religious/mystical ideas. Christianity gives us the figure of
Lazarus in the bosom of Abraham, a clear symbol of the return of
offspring to its source; Taoism, in the famous story of Chuang
Tzu's reaction to the death of his wife, gives us a picture of
the return of form to formlessness, of birth transformed into
death like the rotation of seasons; the Bhagavad Gita
(II.22) shows us death as a man abandoning a worn-out suit of
clothes in preparation for acquiring a new one; the Upanishadic
equation of Atman (roughly, the individual divine within)
with Brahman (roughly, the divine in all) figures an
entire cosmos constructed on the principle of periodic return.
B.J. Leggett, in his Early Stevens: The Nietzschean Intertext,
puts this notion of return in the context of Nietzsche's idea of
eternal recurrence. Calling the view of the poem's sixth section
a "sarcastic view of immortality," Leggett compares
this section of "Sunday Morning" to the Vom Freien
Tode (Of Free Death) section of Also Sprach Zarathustra,
with its proclamation, Stirb zur rechten Zeit! (Die at
the right time!) Holding on stubbornly to the withering
manifestations of individual life simply will not do: "Viel
zu viele leben und viel zu lange hngen sie an ihren sten. Mchte
ein Sturm kommen, der all dies Faule und Wurmfreßne vom Baume
schttelt! (Far too many live and far too long they hang on their
branches. I wish a storm would come and shake all this
worm-eaten rot from the tree!)" It is precisely the concern
of the masculine voice in section six to affirm death as an
agent of necessary change, a storm that shakes the worm-eaten
rot from the tree, returning that rot to the earth from whence
it came.
The
final two sections of "Sunday Morning" seem to suggest
two different replacements for the Christianity that has been by
now rejected. Section seven describes a pagan scene, "a
ring of men" chanting "in orgy on a summer morn"
(Palm 7). These men are "boisterous" in their
"devotion to the sun, / Not as a god, but as a god might
be, / Naked among them, like a savage source" (Palm
7). Here the notion of divinity-or that which stands in the
place thereof-as a source is explicit. The chant of these
men, boisterous in devotion to their "savage source"
(or that which acts like a savage source-recall that for
Stevens, "It is the belief and not the god that
counts") "shall be a chant of paradise, / Out of their
blood, returning to the sky" (Palm 7,8). These
images recall the questions of the poem's third section:
"Shall our blood fail? Or shall it come to be / the blood
of paradise? And shall the earth / Seem all of paradise that we
shall know?" The chant of these men is "out of their
blood," and it returns "to the sky." These images
mix with later images of the transience of life to form a
complete picture of the cycle of birth-death-birth: "They
shall know well the heavenly fellowship / Of men that perish and
of summer morn. And whence they came and wither they shall go /
The dew upon their feet shall manifest" (Palm 8).
The
images of a "summer morn," and of "dew" are
images of ephemerality: James 4:14 compares humanity to "a
mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes";
Psalm 110:3 speaks of youth like "dew" that comes from
the "womb of morning." The image of males can itself
serve as a symbol of ephemerality; masculinity is often figured
as transient in relation to the permanence that is figured by
femininity. The union of bíoV (bios)--the Greek
term for the "Masculine" principle of that individual
life which begins and ends--with zwh' (zoe)-the Greek
term for the "Feminine" principle of regeneration and
the life principle which has no death-is reflected in numerous
Bronze Age myths of the union of Goddess and God/Son-Lover. The
dying god motif found in the myths of Adonis, Attis, Tammuz/Dumuzi
portrays the masculine half of a god/goddess pair as that which
undergoes (and embodies) the birth-death-birth cycle; in
contrast, the feminine half figures the permanent principle of
life that infuses the individual manifestations of that life.
This
section offers a sense of mystical union, a sense of what Lucien
Levy-Bruhl called participation mystique in "the
heavenly fellowship" and in the men's ability, through
their chant, to "enter, voice by voice, / The windy lake
wherein their lord delights, / The trees, like serafin, and
echoing hills, / That choir among themselves long
afterward" (Palm 8). The ephemeral males of section
seven have entered (or perhaps have always existed in, since the
chant comes "out of their blood") a state "where
man and the world, man and group, ego and unconscious are
intermingled" (Neumann 378). The participation of these men
in their environment, in "the windy lake wherein their lord
delights" is not merely mystical; it is concrete as
well. The combination of concrete and abstract, of actual and
mystical union of all with all represents, I believe, an early
formulation in Stevens' poetic search for the "fiction of
an absolute," "absolute," central," and
"essential" poem, and the "central" mind.
The
poem's eight and final section retreats somewhat from this sense
of closure. Images of Palestine and Jesus return, though in a
context that denies them any symbolic, transcendent power.
"The tomb in Palestine / Is not the porch of spirits"
but merely "the grave of Jesus" (Palm 8), the
grave of a man like any other, like the ephemeral men of the
previous section. We live collectively as part of a lasting
cycle from which we are unable, as individuals, to escape:
"We live in an old chaos of the sun, / Or old dependency of
day and night, / Or island solitude, unsponsored, free, / Of
that wide water, inescapable" (Palm 8). The sense of
being on an island, of being unsponsored, of being unable to
escape, is in direct contradiction to the sense of mystical and
actual participation of all with all described by the previous
section. From this sense of isolation, the poem moves on to a
final summation of the birth-death-birth cycle: "Sweet
berries ripen in the wilderness; / And, in the isolation of the
sky, / At evening, casual flocks of pigeons make / Ambiguous
undulations as they sink, / Downward to darkness, on extended
wings" (Palm 8). "Isolation" and images of
evening, downward motion, and darkness work together to complete
"Sunday Morning" and its rejection of the Christian
concept of divinity with its "holy hush of ancient
sacrifice." The poem's ending seems even to repudiate the
"natural" model of divinity of the "ring of men .
. . . on a summer morn." The "green freedom of a
cockatoo" of the poem's beginning has been transformed into
the "Ambiguous undulations" of pigeons "as they
sink, / Downward to darkness."
What
is repudiated by "Sunday Morning" seems clear enough;
the question of what, if anything, this poem affirms is not so
clear. Is this, as Leggett claims, a Nietzschean affirmation of
death, of Dying at the right time? If this poem considered in
isolation, perhaps the most convincing answer to this question
is "yes." Considering "Sunday Morning" in
the context of a later poems like "Notes Toward a Supreme
Fiction" suggests, I believe, a similar, but more
complicated answer. "Sunday Morning" appears, in this
context, as a brushfire, a destruction that serves but as the
prelude to a new creation, the death that leads to new life, new
possibilities. The death is not of that which is fertile,
fecund, and active, but of that which is withered and
no-longer-serviceable (the sense in which both Nietzsche's Stirb
zur rechten Zeit! and his infamous Gott tot ist! can
perhaps be best understood); the celebration, the affirmation in
"Sunday Morning" is of death as an agent of change and
renewal, and the death of God is the death of a particular idea
of God, but the affirmation is unsettled, replete with images of
darkness and isolation.
II
"Notes
Toward a Supreme Fiction" moves beyond a struggle with the
idea of the Christian God and enters the realm of the attempt
"to give art the position of religion" (McCann 93).
Stevens himself considered that his was an attempt to
"create something as valid as the idea of God has
been" (Letters 435), and the poem frequently
displays the strains of its unachievable ambition.
The
prologue, serving almost as an epic invocation to the muse, is
titled "To Henry Church," though it seems to make more
sense if considered as an address to the as-yet unformulated
"Supreme Fiction." The pairing of opposites in the
prologue gives a clue as to its mythical/metaphysical nature:
extremity and wisdom, day and night, single, certain truth and
living changingness, and finally, vivid transparence all have
the quality of paradoxical oppositions designed to lead the mind
beyond the ordinary constraints of rational thought. This leads
into the first section, It Must Be Abstract, which begins
with an exhortation to an "ephebe," (defined by the
OED as a young Greek male between eighteen and twenty years of
age concerned primarily with garrison duty) here, a pupil or
apprentice, to "Begin . . . by perceiving the idea / Of
this invention, this invented world," and to "become
an ignorant man again / And see the sun again with an ignorant
eye" (Palm 207). It is only through this rather
Zen-like unlearning, a sort of this-worldly version of Platonic anamnesis,
that the ephebe may see "clearly in the idea."
The
ephebe is then told to discount the possibility of a creator, of
"an inventing mind," or a "voluminous
master" while taking careful note of "How clean the
sun is when seen in its idea, / Washed in the remotest
cleanliness of a heaven / That has expelled us and our
images" (Palm 207). This stripping of
characteristics, this expelling of images in order to see
"clearly in the idea" is the sense of Meister
Eckhart's famous dictum, "Man's last and highest parting
occurs when, for God's sake, he takes leave of god" (Eckhart
204). It is only through being willing to discard god, that Man
may come to God; similarly, it is only through being
"Washed in the remotest cleanliness of a heaven / That has
expelled us and our images" that we can see the sun in its
idea, in its purest essence. The expelling of images is followed
by the death of god: "The death of one god is the death of
all" (Palm 207); however, the god, Phoebus, was
merely "a name for something that never could be
named," a symbol merely pointing to that which can never be
finally and absolutely named. The inability to fix the
transcendent with permanent names, names that capture, names
that perfectly describe and encapsulate, does not, however,
imply the end of naming: "There was a project for the sun
and is. / There is a project for the sun. The sun / Must bear no
name, gold flourisher, but be / In the difficulty of what it is
to be" (Palm 208). In naming what "Must bear no
name," the narrator hits precisely on the
"difficulty" involved in trying to see "clearly
in the idea," in trying to leave the image for the idea, in
trying to leave god for God.
The
second canto of this section moves on to a consideration of
"the first idea," to a search for which we are moved
by "the celestial ennui of apartments." Returning to a
first idea makes use of the idea of cycles seen throughout
"Sunday Morning," while the opposition of
"celestial" and "apartments" turns on the
idea of the simultaneity of the actual and the mystical,
immanent and the transcendent suggested by the "ring of
men" from that poem's seventh section. The
"desire" of the priest and the philosopher-both
figures of the poet for Stevens, for whom "The poet is the
priest of the invisible" (Opus 169)-is linked to the
"ancient cycle" of desire "to have what is
not," like "the desire at the end of winter" (Palm
208).
The
third canto figures the poem as a re-creation and the poet as
the creator: "The poem refreshes life so that we share, /
For a moment, the first idea . . . It satisfies / Belief in an
immaculate beginning / And sends us, winged by an unconscious
will, / To an immaculate end" (Palm 208). The
refreshing of life, accomplished here by the poem, is the
function served by death in "Sunday Morning." The
image of being winged to an immaculate end recalls the pigeons
of the earlier poem, sinking "Downward to darkness, on
extended wings" (Palm 8). The poem returns us, like
death, to some kind of source; here the return is to a
"first idea," and the wings that power our poetic
flight are those of the unconscious, bringing us to a sense of
unity and connection as we are pierced by "Life's nonsense
. . . with strange relation" (Palm 209). Is this
strange relation akin to the participation mystique of
the ephemeral males of "Sunday Morning"?
The
fourth canto suggests that the answer to the above question is
"yes." "The first idea was not our own. Adam / In
Eden was the father of Descartes / And Eve made the air the
mirror of herself, / Of her sons and daughters" (Palm
209). The "first idea" is an idea common to the human
species, a clear suggestion of the Jungian notion of a
collective unconscious.1
The claim that "Adam . . . . was the father of
Descartes" puts the "first idea" into a different
position; from this perspective, it appears that the "first
idea" is consciousness, the cogito or "I
think" of Descartes "I think, therefore I am."
These two positions appear irreconcilable, one maintaining
collectivity and the other maintaining individuality and
separateness. This is another version, however, of the tension
between mystical and actual, transcendent and immanent that runs
through "Sunday Morning," and much of Stevens' other
work. It reflects the tension of opposites that ran through the
prologue, the invocation to the current poem. It is the tension
from which the new is forged. This tension of opposites is part
of Stevens' method of poetry and conception of the poet as
(not-entirely-willing) mystic: "The poet who wishes to
contemplate the good in the midst of confusion is like the
mystic who wishes to contemplate God in the midst of evil. There
can be no thought of escape" (Opus 225).
The
"muddy centre before we breathed," and the "myth
before the myth began" are further suggestions of a
collective unconscious that is "Venerable and articulate
and complete." The coming to consciousness is the coming to
the awareness "that we live in a place / That is not our
own and, much more, not ourselves" that the narrator
describes as the place from which "the poem springs" (Palm
210). The poem, representative of our attempt to make meaning,
does not allow us to, in the manner of Eve, make "air the
mirror" of ourselves. The air is that place in which
"Abysmal instruments make . . . pips / Of the sweeping
meanings" we add to the world. This is the "heaven /
That has expelled us and our images."
This
"first idea" works its way through the remaining
stanzas of the It Must Be Abstract section, changing
guises and forms: appearing in the manifestly un-abstract lion,
elephant, and bear of the fifth canto; the "blooded"
abstraction of the "mere weather" and the "giant
of weather" in the sixth canto. In the seventh canto,
"the giant" is presented as "A thinker of the
first idea" (Palm 212), and in the eighth canto we
read that "The first idea is an imagined thing" (Palm
213). What is this imagined thing, this first idea? In
"Final Soliloquy of an Interior Paramour" we read
"We say God and the imagination are one" (Palm
368). If God and the imagination can be taken to be identifiable
one with the other in Stevens, what then, is the "imagined
thing," the "first thought" but the coming to
consciousness of God? And what then, is the coming to
consciousness of God, but the coming to consciousness of
Humanity, the coming to consciousness of the Poet? "God is
in me or else is not at all (does not exist)" writes
Stevens (Opus 172).
The
poem retreats from this Romantic precipice in the ninth canto:
"The romantic intoning, the declaimed clairvoyance / Are
parts of apotheosis, appropriate / And of its nature, the idiom
thereof. / . . . . But apotheosis is not / The origin of the
major man. / He comes / . . . from reason" (Palm
214). The unity of Man and God is put back on the shelf; reason,
not mysticism, is the origin of "the major man." Thus
the pendulum swings, for now, in favor of the actual over the
mystical, the immanent over the transcendent.
The
tenth and final canto of this section swings the pendulum right
back again. "The major abstraction is the idea of man / And
major man is its exponent, abler / In the abstract than in his
singular. / More fecund as principle than particle, / . . . .
part, / Though an heroic part, of the commonal. / The major
abstraction is the commonal" (Palm 215). The
emphasis here is on the general over the particular, the
"idea of man" rather than the "exponent,"
the type or representative, "major man." The
"idea" of man is to be seen clearly in the commonality
of man; to expel images of individual men and to see the idea of
collective Man is analogous to Eckhart's leaving of god for God;
this is the lesson of Death, "the mother of beauty" in
"Sunday Morning." From this vantage point, Man, as an
abstraction, is the "first idea." |
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The
second section, It Must Change, deals with the themes of
the undesirability of stasis and the necessity of change that
were dealt with earlier in "Sunday Morning." Images of
budding sexuality, fecundity and fruition, are juxtaposed with
images of the worn-out, the withering, the decaying.
"Italian girls [with] jonquils in their hair" (Palm
216) are watched by an "old seraph" (Palm 215),
at once an angel-symbol of the "worn-out" Christian
religion-and a fossil shell. The narrator speaks of "the
distaste we feel for this withered scene" (Palm
215). The second canto gives us the ridiculous image of a
President ordaining the bee to be immortal, attempting, through
the highest measure of human power and authority, to make
permanent that which is ephemeral, while the third canto
considers the classic dilemna of life and art, Kunst ist
lang, und kurz is unsere Leben (Art is long, and our life is
short), in its treatment of "The great statue of the
General Du Puy" (Palm 217). The
"permanence" of the "inhuman bronze" of the
statue "made the General a bit absurd," but in the
end, "Nothing had happened because nothing had changed . .
. . [and] the General was rubbish in the end" (Palm
218). Permanence is not the human lot; change is, in the cycle
of development, decay, and death.
The
fourth canto returns to the theme of opposites. "Two things
of opposite natures seem to depend / On one another . . . . /
This is the origin of change" (Palm 218). Change
resulting from a meeting of opposities is at the root of Taoism:
"Tao produced the One. / The One produced the two. / The
two produced the three. / And the three produced the ten
thousand things" (Tao Te Ching 42); it is at the
root of the hermetic tradition of alchemy, in which the figure
of Mercurius, the divine androgyne who both unites and is
united, serves as a figuration for the One and the Many; and it
is deeply ingrained in the dualism that the Judeo-Christian
tradition inherited from Persian Zoarastrianism. The dependence
of "Two things of opposite natures / On one another"
is a basic mystical and mythical idea; Stevens' frequent use of
this idea lends him easily to being interpreted as part of this
tradition. Later lines in this canto reinforce this
interpretation. "The partaker partakes of that which
changes him. / The child that touches takes character from the
thing, / The body, it touches. The captain and his men / Are one
and the sea and the sailor are one" (Palm 219);
clearer statements of the mystical participation mystique
are not easily to be found in Stevens or even in the writings of
Eckhart. These lines are in the territory of the famous
formulation of the Chandogya Upanishad-tat tvam asi,
that thou art.
The
fifth canto returns at once to a consideration of particularity;
this back and forth movement between the transcendent and the
immanent, between the general and the particular, is typical of
Stevens' approach throughout this poem. "On a blue island
in a sky-wide water" (Palm 219) a dead planter's
house has fallen. This island image recalls the island image and
the images of isolation to which "Sunday Morning"
returned after its own ecstatic flirtation with the participation
mystique.
The
sixth canto returns the pendulum, but this time in a mocking and
derisive manner. The sparrow invites an egotistic kind of
participation, saying "Bethou me . . . to the crackled
blade" (Palm 220). The "bloody wren," the
"felon jay," and the "jug-throated robin"
all echo this call, filling the scene with an "idiot
minstrelsy" (Palm 220). Even this sound, this idiot
minstrelsy is subject to the law of change, however: "It is
/ A sound like any other. It will end."
Canto
seven reaffirms the rejection of the Christian myth outlined in
"Sunday Morning": We have not the need of any
paradise, / We have not the need of any seducing hymn" (Palm
221). The problem here, however, is much like that of the naming
that which must remain unnamed from the poem's first section:
what is a poem if not a kind of seducing hymn? The
poem-as-seducing-hymn idea is reinforced through the rest of
this canto by the use of images of "lilacs,"
"easy passion," and "ever-ready love." The
motif of chanting is revisited in the figure of the
"ignorant man, / Who chants by book, in the heat of the
scholar, who writes / The book, hot for another accessible
bliss" (Palm 221). The specifically sexual context
of the chanting here provides an interesting for comparison to
the chanting of the "ring of men" in "Sunday
Morning." There, the men "chant in orgy on a summer
morn" (Palm 8), while here the chanting is in the
context of being "hot for another accessible bliss."
Bliss is placed in the context of the interdependence of
"Two things of opposite natures" (Palm 218), as
the figures here given are the "ignorant man" and
"the scholar," and Bliss is, in at least one of its
aspects, specifically sexualized, figured as the meeting of
"two lovers / That walk away as one in the greenest
body" (Palm 218).
The
eighth canto brings a bride, Nanzia Nunzio, "Alone and like
a vestal long-prepared" (Palm 222) to confront
Ozymandias, the famous figure of mortal hubris from Shelley.
Ozymandias may also serve here a symbol of the ultimate human
poetic ambition, perhaps a figure for the "absolute,"
central," and "essential" poem; thus, in
stripping naked, and asking Ozymandias to "Speak to me
that, which spoken, will array me / In its own only precious
ornament" (Palm 222), and in asking to be set on
"the spirit's diamond coronal" (Palm 222),
Nanzia Nunzio is asking for direct access to Truth, a
transparent-to-the-transcendent gateway to the "first
idea." Ozymandias' response, "the bride / Is never
naked. A fictive covering / Weaves always glistening from the
heart and mind" (Palm 222), declares the
impossibility of such direct access. "A fictive
covering" always interposes itself between subject and
object, weaved "from the heart and mind" of the
subjective consciousness. The fiction of an absolute is
as close as we can approach to an absolute in this formulation.
Canto
nine considers the movement of the poem between the particular
and the general, the immanent and the transcendent: "The
poem goes from the poet's gibberish to / The gibberish of the
vulgate and back again. / Does it move to and fro or is it of
both / At once?" (Palm 222,223) The poet, the
creator-figure, the shadowy god-figure, is elided, evading us,
"as in a senseless element" (Palm 223). The
poet seeks to find the transcendent in the immanent, the general
in the particular, trying "by a peculiar speech to speak /
The peculiar potency of the general" (Palm 223). In
playing on the senses of "peculiar" as particular
and strange or uncanny, these lines play on the
mystical relation of one and many, of concrete and abstract. The
"peculiar speech" of the poet takes on an incantatory
quality, becomes chant-like, recalling once again the "ring
of men" of "Sunday Morning," with their a chant
of paradise, / Out of their blood, returning to the sky" (Palm
7,8). Viewed in this context, "The peculiar potency of the
general" is a numinous, "divine" potency, another
figure for the absolute.
The
necessity of the cycle of change, whether formulated as the
birth-death-birth cycle of "Sunday Morning," or as the
concrete-abstract-concrete cycle implicit in "Notes Toward
a Supreme Fiction," is reaffirmed in the tenth canto.
"The freshness of transformation is / The freshness of a
world. It is our own, / It is ourselves, the freshness of
ourselves" (Palm 224). Images of "a will to
change," and a "volatile world, too constant to be
denied," play on the themes of permanence-in-impermanence
and of the interplay of opposites; the constancy of volatility
is the second principle of the Supreme Fiction, It Must
Change. If it does not change, it will, like the notions of
divinity described in the third section of "Sunday
Morning," die, and its blood will "fail" as it
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The
third section, It Must Give Pleasure, begins, as does
"Sunday Morning," with a dismissal of Christianity.
Singing at "exact, accustomed times," wearing the
"mane of a multitude," and exulting with its
"great throat," is a "facile exercise" (Palm
224). The real trick, "the difficultest rigor," is to
catch from the "Irrational moment its unreasoning" (Palm
225). The argument here is for private experience freed from the
constraints of a rational approach to "the image of what we
see" (Palm 225). This freedom, this release from
rationally ordered vision dependent upon pre-existing concepts,
constructs, and conceptions, is the impetus behind the
Genesis-like opening: "Begin, ephebe, by perceiving the
idea . . . . become an ignorant man again / And see the sun
again with an ignorant eye / And see it clearly in the idea of
it" (Palm 207). Becoming ignorant again is figured
as an anamnesis, an un-forgetting of an unconscious
"knowledge" outside the realm of rational, conscious
constructs. Here again is Eckhart's leaving of god for God,
figured as a leaving of concepts for something closer to
"the image of what we see." Even here, however, we are
prevented from achieving the kind of transparency to
transcendence for which Nanzia Nunzio seeks: the "fictive
covering" is present in the perception of the image
of what we see. The filter of subjectivity interposes
itself at every turn.
This
third section continues its play of opposing forces, introducing
in the second canto a "blue woman," arguably a
goddess- or muse-figure, who stands apart from images of
fecundity and sexuality: "sexual blossoms,"
"summer, growing fragrant in the night" (Palm
225). The third canto merges the Christian and classical Pagan
deities of "Sunday Morning," giving us the
"ancient forehead hung with heavy hair" (Palm
226), combining Christ and Opheus in the figure of a "dead
shepherd who brought temendous chords from hell / And bade the
sheep carouse" (Palm 227). This raises, only to once
again discard, traditional images of divinity, traditional
Supreme Fictions that no longer serve their function because
they have not changed. Like General Du Puy and his bronze
statue, "Nothing had happened because nothing had changed .
. . . [and] the General [read Christ/Jove/name of deity here]
was rubbish in the end" (Palm 218).
The
pairing of opposites continues in cantos four through six, as we
move from the "mystic marriage" of a "great
captain and the maiden Bawda" (a Nietzschean pairing of
Apollo and Dionysus, with the captain being loved as "the
sun" and Bawda-Bawd/Bawdy-serving as a chthonic
earth-figure) to the pairing of Canon Aspirin and his sister.
The sister is described as a simple soul, satisfied and
uncomplicated, "rejecting dreams," and demanding of
sleep "Only the unmuddled self of sleep" (Palm
228) for her children. The Canon has a mystic experience par
excellance, experiencing a "nothingness . . . a point /
Beyond which thought could not progress as thought" (Palm
229). This experience to the point where "He had to
choose," and what he chooses is not exclusion, not
the particular, the immanent, the local, but inclusion,
the general, the transcendent, the universal, "the whole, /
The complicate, the amassing harmony" (Palm 229). In
going beyond the point at which rationality, thought, must stop,
the Canon succeeds, perhaps, where Nanzia Nunzio (and by
extension, we the readers) could not. The Canon goes beyond the
"fictive covering / . . . always glistening from the heart
and mind" (Palm 222), that prevents a transparent
access to "the whole, / The complicate, the amassing
harmony."
The
sixth canto gives us a clue, perhaps, to how the Canon succeeds:
by discovering rather than imposing, by including
(in the sense of somehow managing to experience the whole all at
once, taking in at once the entire Kantian sensuous manifold
from which Nanzia Nunzio and the rest of us must bracket a
managable portion) rather than excluding (in the sense of
the aforementioned bracketing). "To impose is not / To
discover . . . . / . . . to find, / Not to impose, not to have
reasoned at all, / . . . / It is possible, possible, possible.
It must be possible" (Palm 230). The desperate
longing in the repeated "possible" is the longing to
find "the real," to be stripped of every fiction
except "The fiction of an absolute" (Palm 230).
But how to find the real, how to find, to discover rather
than impose, the fiction (in the sense of a thing made)
of an absolute? This is again the paradox of naming the
unnamable, of claiming that "We have not the need of any
seducing hymn" (Palm 221), a poem that is a kind of
seducing hymn. This paradox is itself the center of a poem that
seeks a center, a fiction of an absolute.
The
question of the eighth canto, "What am I to believe?"
(Palm 230), leads the way back from the heightened
mysticism of the previous cantos toward a renewed consideration
of the particular, the immanent, the local. Men and birds are
considered in their activities, in their "Mere
repetitions," and these repetitions (as well the repeating
figures, the men and birds themselves) are each considered as
"A thing final in itself and, therefore, good: / One of the
vast repetitions final in / Themselves and, therefore,
good" (Palm 232). The poem comes to a Nietzschean
affirmation of recurrence with its "merely going round is a
final good," and its suggestion that the
"man-hero" is "he that of repetition is most
master" (Palm 232).
The
tenth canto, in the figure of the "Fat girl,
terrestrial," finds its way back to the discovery of the
fiction of an absolute. The Fat girl, whom the narrator claims
should be named "flatly" with no waste of words,
holding her to herself, becomes "the soft-footed phantom,
the irrational / Distortion" (Palm 232,233). There,
the poem seems to find an answer to the question of belief, and
it is an idea that has been weaved through the poem's own
discourse from the beginning: "the more than rational
distortion, / The fiction that results from feeling" (Palm
233) is the key. The willingness to exist in a state of negative
capability, to accept that sometimes what we are seeking is not
that which reason can impose but that which the
"irrational," or the unconscious, can discover
can bring us to that "fiction of an absolute" that
will, in and for its time, prove a workable fiction. Here again,
however, the theme of constant change returns: "Pleased
that the irrational is rational," the narrator says "I
shall call you by name, my green, my fluent mundo. / You will
have stopped revolving except in crystal" (Palm
233). The "Fat girl, terrestrial," the earth as Gaia,
as goddess, as female figuration of permanence in impermanence
is presented in an image of fixed motion, of revolving stasis.
The "fiction of an absolute" may be figured in much
the same way, as a fluid fixity, as a fiction that must be
continually changed, adapted, reshaped and reformed to serve the
needs of each new generation, each new "ring of men"
(and women).
The
poem concludes with an image of unity and conflict, "a war
between the mind / And sky" (Palm 233). This war
"never ends," yet the two warring parties are united:
"The two are one. / They are a plural, a right and left, a
pair, / Two parallels that meet if only in / The meeting of
their shadows" (Palm 233). The fictive hero becomes
real, and the soldier in this war of mind and sky "gladly .
. . dies" with "proper words," or "lives on
the bread of faithful speech" (Palm 234). What,
after the journey through this poem, can be understood in this
ending? Our "proper words," our "bread of
faithful speech," are the sustaining fictions with which we
live or because of which we die. In his attempt "to give
art the position of religion," Stevens attempts to
discover, through art, through "proper words," a new
supreme fiction of the kind that the worn-out Christianity and
the long-dead paganism of both "Sunday Morning" and
"Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction" describe. Art, as
both a set of objects and as an activity that, if given the
opportunity, raises us out of ourselves for tantalizingly brief,
yet intensely felt and long-remembered moments, reminds us that
we are somehow part of something greater than ourselves-even if
that something is illusory and mythical. Art is the concrete
expression of the myths-the Supreme Fictions-we must have in
order to continue with our fragmented existence. Art is of
necessity an attempted expression of the transcendent-even
so-called "realist" art, focusing as it does on the
particular and the local, raises the viewer/reader/hearer out of
his or her narrow and individual frame of reference,
providing-for a brief moment-contact with that which is Other.
Art may not do something so simple as merely "hold, as
'twere, the mirror up to nature" (Hamlet III.ii.22), but it
does go "back, after all, to that wisdom found in nature .
. . not a wisdom built up of theorems but one totality, not a
wisdom consisting of manifold detail coordinated into a unity
but rather a unity working out into detail" (Plotinus 109).
Art, as Colin Falck writes in his Myth, Truth, and
Literature: Towards a True Postmodernism, "gives us an
immediate presence or presentation of ontological meaning. It
reveals in a more concentrated or intense way what ordinary life
reveals in its expressive aspects" (122).
It
is through his attempt to fashion a "Poetry [that] is a
means of redemption" (Opus 160), that Stevens seeks
a new "fiction of an absolute." Even while arguing
that his project of moving art into the place of traditional
religion resonates with mystic themes, it is important to
acknowledge that Stevens' work exceeds the rational boundaries
that any analysis (the present analysis included) can attempt to
impose. If it is impossible "to find a single systematic
theory of poetry and life in Stevens," perhaps that is
because a single systematic theory was precisely what Stevens
tried to avoid. "Begin, ephebe, by perceiving the idea / .
. . . / You must become an ignorant man again." While it is
in some sense a contradictory project to try to rationally
understand a mystic even as a mystic, our guiding light may be
"the more than rational distortion, / The fiction that
results from feeling" (Palm 233), the realization
that the choice is not "a choice / Between, but of" (Palm
229), a choice to "include the things / That in each other
are included, the whole, / The complicate, the amassing
harmony" (Palm 229).
Notes
1)
The most cogent descriptions of Jung's concept of the
unconscious may be found in: Two Essays on Analytical
Psychology. Collected Works, vol. 7, pars. 202-295, The
Structure and Dynamics of the Psyche. Collected Works,
vol. 8, pars. 263-342, and The Archetypes and the Collective
Unconscious. Collected Works, vol. 9.i., pars. 1-147 and
489-524. Grossly reduced to the barest essentials, Jung divides
the unconscious into two categories, the personal and the
collective. The personal unconscious is the level of experiences
which are repressed as incompatible with the activities and
attitudes of the conscious ego, or are "forgotten"
because they seemed unimportant at the time of the experiences
in question. These experiences, memories, sensations, thoughts,
feelings may be described as those which definitely occur on the
individual level but which are too weak to remain long at the
level of the conscious ego. These experiences may tend to group
together in clusters which Jung refers to as complexes
(Jung, not Freud, is the source of this now-familiar term). Jung
originally thought, following Freud, that these complexes were
the results of childhood trauma. Later he began to suspect that
these formations may originate out of, or be influenced by,
something much deeper than the individual experiences of
childhood. From this starting point he came eventually to the
concept of the collective unconscious. The collective
unconscious is, according to Jung, the repository of the primal
experience of the species. The primordial images of the human
experience and imagination (Jung's original term was Urbilden,
original or primordial pictures or images, which he later
changed to the now-familiar term archetypes-Jung explains
the origin of this term in his The Archetypes and the
Collective Unconscious, par. 5) are stored here from
humanity's ancestral past. This concept has come in for its
share of criticism, from psychologists with a non-Jungian
orientation as well as from biologists and, curiously enough, is
more or less ignored by feminist and poststructural literary
critics with reasons of their own to focus on the rather more
libidinous emphasis of Freud's model of the psyche. Back
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