“All men dream: but not equally.”
“Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity.”
“But the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.”1
To remain asleep in matter is to see with eyes wide shut; to dwell within the trivial world of happenings and conspiracies without seeing the puppets cast their shadows along the cave wall.
The Television and the Internet are the Eyes2 of the Machine Messiah, the Digital Demiurge enslaving heart and mind by the power of eye-sight. To control what is seen is to control what is…
The cave was the original womb and tomb the matrix of Mater. Now the screen, the algorithm, is the gestating space where ideas germinate and spawn egoic, titanic entities lacking soul.3
The open-eyed dreamers of their own ideal project an Image out into the world. They are magicians because they enchant by making images rather than embrace the hollow husks of others.
“Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;”
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.4
The rest of the world ends in a whimper, the Magician burns until nothing remains.
To dream of war, to seize the Fire5…Bataille is pronounced Bat-Eye.
Vampires take in the outside world and spit out what they desire.6
This turning inward of the image-making faculty—the imaginative—away from external phenomena activates the ‘movie-picture’ mind capable, in its full activation, to project phenomena upon the sensory world, and reify a dream dreamt with eyes open.
Away with sentiment. Away with petty feeling. Precision and justesse prevail.
“The Eye sees more than the Heart knows”7
Tyger T(eye)ger…in a spotlight:
“What immortal hand or eye/Could frame thy fearful symmetry?”8
T.E. Lawrence, Seven Pillars of Wisdom
Consider the pairing of eyes as orb(it)al spheres in sensual delight: “Thus, two globes of equal size and consistency had suddenly been propelled in opposite directions at once. One, the white ball of the bull, had been thrust into the ‘pink and dark’ cunt that Simone had bared in the crowd; the other, a human eye, had spurted from Granero’s head with the same force as a bundle of innards from a belly.” (Georges Bataille, Story of the Eye)
T.S. Eliot, Dry Salvages: “dissect the recurrent image into pre-conscious terrors—To explore the womb, the tomb, or dreams”
T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men
“to communicate with Mars, converse with spirits” - T.S. Eliot, Dry Salvages
The energy donor, looking over her shoulder
Oh, she sees it all, she sees it slipping away
There's a backbone shiver for the energy giver...
Oh, she wraps it up, and that's a final wrap for today - Peter Hammill, She Wraps it Up
William Blake, Visions of the Daughters of Albion
William Blake, The Tyger
This is very wonderful 🦇🦇🦇
Reading Blake and Elliot, good woman.